Mr. Zhao was furious, but Ren Feng remained calm and picked up another glass of wine, drinking by himself.

"Stop being so arrogant, don't think that card gives you the ability to walk sideways in Jiangnan City," Mr. Zhao was truly angered, feeling a blaze of fury in his head.

Ren Feng said casually, "Sorry, I need to take back what I said earlier."

The people around were taken aback, wondering why he said that.

Then, they heard Ren Feng calmly continue, "You're not stupid; your intellectual development is genuinely incomplete. A person like you, who is so exquisitely unique in congenital disabilities, I truly see for the first time. To be honest, I shouldn't insult people with disabilities, that's my fault."

"You!"

Mr. Zhao felt a tightness in his chest, and then suddenly, with a splutter, surprisingly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The surrounding people were stunned. Oh my, someone really got so angry they spat blood?

This indeed broadened their horizons; impressive, gotta admit, his insult skills are really profound.

Inexplicably, they recalled those viral ghostly meme videos from some website back in the day.

Yeah, it seemed very similar to when Zhuge made Wang Lang die of anger on the battlefield.

Ren Feng calmly sipped his wine, and at this moment, almost everyone's attention was focused on him, with looks of shock, admiration, suspicion, disdain, and all sorts. But undoubtedly, Ren Feng was the center of attention right now.

Time was passing; they were all quietly waiting for Mr. Wu to arrive. That black bank card had truly piqued everyone's curiosity.

What kind of card was it?

Finally, it wasn't long before Mr. Wu returned, but this time, unlike before, he was even wiping sweat off his forehead, his expression looking utterly shocked as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is your bank card, please keep it safe."

Mr. Wu respectfully approached Ren Feng, holding the black bank card with both trembling hands.

"Mr. Wu, I wonder, do I qualify?" Ren Feng smiled brightly, then put the card away.

"You absolutely qualify, absolutely. Please be sure to participate in the auction later; every bid from you is this auction's honor."

Mr. Wu said respectfully.

This scene dropped the jaws of the others.

Oh my, did Mr. Wu actually bow?

Seeing Mr. Wu leave, everyone around fell silent.

What kind of card is this?

At this moment, Mr. Zhao also felt a bit unsettled. Clearly, regardless of his previous doubts, seeing Mr. Wu's attitude confirmed the card was real.

However, try as he might, he couldn't figure out what kind of card it was.

The crowd shared the curiosity, and they became utterly intrigued by Ren Feng's black card.

One person wracked his brain; he vaguely remembered seeing this black card once online.

After pondering for a moment, he took out his phone and, upon checking, was shocked.

"Oh my God, is it the Ultimate Black Card?"

"What Ultimate Black Card?"

Everyone around turned to look at him.

His face was filled with astonishment as he looked towards Ren Feng, calmly sipping his drink, and pointed, "His, his black card is the Ultimate Black Gold Card."

"Explain, what's an Ultimate Black Gold Card?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Taking a deep breath, he replied, "The Black Gold Card is a type of bank card of the highest specification issued by the world's top Swiss Bank. To obtain a black card, requires at least billions in US Dollars, with annual spending of no less than two million. Note, all assets here must be in US Dollars!"

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"That card, a Swiss Bank black card?"

"No way, really?"

And the man continued, "But even if you're wealthy, you might not get a black card. There's a saying, 'Rich but not noble don't meet the standard of black cardholders.' To get a black card, you must be a true noble."

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the calm and composed Ren Feng in disbelief.

The person gulped and continued reading the information on his phone, "The black card signifies unique service experiences and noble status. Through the black card, you can enjoy services such as private jet rental, free test drives of branded sports cars, heavyweight show tickets, top-notch restaurant reservations..."

The crowd was once again taken aback. Ren Feng drank a glass of wine, somewhat surprised, looked at those people, and said to Liou Rumei with a puzzled expression, "Rumei, why are all these people staring at me?"

"What do you think, little brother," Liou Rumei chuckled, "You're so naughty, even I was fooled. Why don't you just keep me as your sugar baby?"

This comment made Xia Wenxue snort coldly in anger.

And the man continued reading the information, "Besides, various tricky requests can also be fulfilled. For example, a client's daughter has a birthday and needs a handful of sand from the Dead Sea; a client's wife wants a limited edition designer handbag right now; or a client's elderly and infirm mother returns from the Netherlands and needs seamless transportation. The bank will agree to these requests."

Everyone was dumbstruck upon hearing this. Is this still a bank card?

Isn't this just a carte blanche card?

Requests can be made freely, and they will agree to fulfill them? Are you kidding me?

"This must be fake, right?" a small company president spoke up, "Even if the card is real, those demands are ridiculous."

"What do you know?" another person retorted, "If it's really a black card, there are more outrageous conditions you haven't seen. Have you seen an experience flight with Buzz Aldrin, one of the first astronauts to land on the moon, playing a one-on-one basketball game with Kobe, or having Victoria's hot supermodels serve you?"

The surrounding people listened as if stunned. Oh my, is this really true?

Everyone fell silent, then all looked towards Ren Feng.

The eyes of those men no longer held jealousy, but fear and respect instead.

People might envy those with greater capability than themselves, but once that capability reaches an unattainable height, they can't help but respect it.

And those socialites who initially held disdain were now looking at him with stars in their eyes.

Wow, this man is truly perfect.

They must get his number later.

Ren Feng, looking at the respectfully gazing people, shook his head with a somewhat wistful expression, ah, what's the point, I'm such a low-key person, yet the whole world knows about my low-key nature.

Wistful, so wistful, when everyone is drunk, I'm the only one sober.

How lonely it is to be invincible; how empty it is to be invincible; alone at the peak, with the cold wind blowing, who can understand my loneliness.

The mood of Dugu Qiubai must be the same, right?

At this moment, Mr. Zhao and the others were utterly shocked, their faces turning pale and losing all face as they slunk away.

Song Ziwen's face was also extremely grim.

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