Chapter 170: The Underground Auction (Part One)

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Qian Yin fell silent, quietly listening. The two of them walked along the path they had come, no longer speaking, as if both cherished this moment of silence. Throughout the journey, Qian Yin’s thoughts lingered on Leng Xue; she hated the person who had desecrated Leng Xue’s grave—how could someone be so cruel?

Han felt helpless. Perhaps her hand would forever only belong to that person, but that person would never be with her again. Yet without that person by his side, he might never have the chance either. Fate tormented him so mercilessly—why?

The auction had already begun. The items up for bid earlier held no interest, but strangely, there were unusually many lots this time. Was this meant to distract them?

Boss Jin had not bid at all in the earlier rounds. He had prepared a significant amount of cash, but he had no intention of handing it over—he was only planning to toy with those wanting to buy the Seven-Colored Light Jades.

Since the mastermind behind the scenes couldn’t be played, he would let those eager buyers bear the blame. Thinking of this, Boss Jin’s face brightened with a pleased expression. Yet his heart still ached; no matter how high the price rose, the money was never truly his.

“Starting the bid for 50 Seven-Colored Light Jades at 100 million,” a man on stage announced, his eyes gleaming with greed. A smug smile played on his face beneath a familiar mask that somehow made him less appealing.

Hearing his own goods being sold off so cheaply, Boss Jin felt as if his heart was bleeding. These people were outrageous—no respect for him as the owner, selling at such low prices. Had they gone mad over money?

“2.1 billion,” Boss Jin loudly declared, raising his paddle high to make others believe he was genuinely interested.

An Feng sat quietly, watching to see if the boss was present. But the crowd was too large and the space too cramped to discern who the boss was. Ordinarily, the boss would appear at such an event, but he was absent, quietly observing from the shadows.

Everyone around stared wide-eyed at Boss Jin. It seemed he was very interested in the Seven-Colored Light Jades. Last time, a single piece sold for 5.5 billion; now, 50 pieces were starting at just 100 million—this was indeed a bargain.

“2.2 billion,” another buyer called out, genuinely intending to compete. His eyes and expression showed confidence, signaling to Boss Jin that he was prepared.

“3.1 billion.” Boss Jin insisted on raising the price sky-high. He would quit while ahead and wouldn’t let himself buy so many Seven-Colored Light Jades. Those truly wanting them wouldn’t be so lucky.

The other party’s expression darkened, signaling no intention to bid further. They sensed Boss Jin was targeting them. On reflection, provoking Boss Jin here could make future dealings in the jade industry very difficult.

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“Sir, if you’re truly serious about buying, how can you stop bidding so soon? Seems these Seven-Colored Light Jades hold little appeal for you,” Boss Jin stood up, waving his paddle mockingly.

Liu Fei, witnessing his first auction with billion-dollar bids, was amazed. These people were willing to spend so much—could a single stone really be worth that much? He quietly rested his chin on his hand, curious to see how much the 50 Seven-Colored Light Jades would finally fetch.

The man on stage smirked wickedly. “Bid away, the more you call, the more excited I get. Foolish people, fight all you want; in the end, our master always benefits.”

“3.2 billion,” the buyer decided to keep bidding, unwilling to give up. He truly liked the item and didn’t know if more would come later. Missing this opportunity would be regrettable.

“4.1 billion,” Boss Jin continued to push prices up, though he never intended to buy. He only wanted to see how many were interested. He resolved never to associate with these people again.

“Old Jin, that’s unfair—raising prices like this forces others to pay several times more,” another buyer stood, smiling politely but clearly aiming a verbal jab at Boss Jin.

“If you want it, pay the price. Nothing else to say. After all, the auction’s principle is highest bidder wins. If you want it as much as I do, you can raise the price too,” Boss Jin replied, lazily waving his paddle as if unfazed.

The other man smiled and called out a price himself, clearly also prepared to buy.

“21 billion.”

The crowd gasped at the figure. Incredible—spending so much meant he truly wanted it. This price would eliminate those unable to match such funds.

An Feng took note of these two bidders, ready to help Boss Jin deal with them. If he couldn’t reclaim the items, at least he could intimidate them. Yet after scanning the crowd, he still hadn’t spotted Qian Yin.

“52 billion,” a young man’s voice rang out, instantly drawing every eye.

An Feng sharply lifted his head. The voice was terrifyingly familiar. As he looked up, a man in a black suit appeared—Mo Fan, without his mask. What was Mo Fan’s intention? Was he buying these Seven-Colored Light Jades on behalf of the Mo family just to empty their coffers?

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Boss Jin hadn’t expected Mo Fan to show up and aggressively raise the bids—far more ruthless than himself. Hadn’t Mo Fan been rumored missing? Why was he here, buying Seven-Colored Light Jades in such a frenzy? What was going on?

“52 billion. Any higher bids?” the man on stage was visibly delighted, his smile sultry and almost unsettling, his voice feminine.

A chill ran through the crowd. Many recognized Mo Fan and whispered among themselves: “What’s going on with the Mo family? Will buying these help? Do they even have that kind of wealth?”

The persistent buyer gritted his teeth and raised his paddle again. “52.1 billion. That’s my final price. Young master, will you counter?”

It seemed Mo Fan was indeed allied with the boss, pushing prices so high. If no one else bought, the Mo family would surely suffer a loss. Even combined, their assets probably weren’t worth 50 billion.

An Feng frowned and quickly pulled out his phone to send a message to Mo Lan, roughly conveying the situation and urging a swift decision on how to proceed.

Liu Fei was even more astonished. Was Mo Fan out of his mind? Spending 52 billion on these stones—his entire company likely didn’t have that to waste.

Mo Fan smiled upon hearing the response. He knew some were here solely for these items and were willing to pay such exorbitant prices.

“Then I’ll give them to you. There are plenty more,” Mo Fan said with a wicked grin, looking even more handsome than before.