In the auction hall, everyone was utterly shocked. What the hell, is this guy crazy, going straight to 2 million?

Even if you're rich, that's not how you spend money.

But what they didn't know was that money really was never an issue for Ren Feng.

His income sources were twofold. First, from the missions taken on by the Wind Mark Mercenary Corps. Each mission brought in at least a few million US Dollars, which converted to Huaxia Coin would break into billions.

Secondly, was the business run by Catherine. They had acquired quite a few manors in Europe for investment, bringing in several billion Pounds annually.

Would he lack money? That's a joke.

He had no concept of money; it was just a number. Now Song Ziwen wanted to use money to slap him in the face, but Ren Feng would return the favor right there.

Just a money game, who's afraid of whom?

Song Ziwen had a cold sneer in his eyes but then put on a smile: "Ren Feng, won't you even give me this opportunity?"

"Oh, Mr. Song, don't say that, giving you this opportunity would be a waste." Ren Feng replied with a grin.

The others in the arena were somewhat confused, what was going on here?

"Fine, then I'll raise the price, 3 million." Song Ziwen wasn't polite, directly upping the bid.

"4 million." Ren Feng responded casually.

"5 million."

"10 million."

Wow!

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded, and Mr. Qi couldn't believe it. His voice trembled as he asked, "Sir, are you bidding 10 million?"

Ren Feng said in surprise, "That's right, 10 million, it's no big deal, don't worry, I have plenty of money, I could bury him under it!"

Song Ziwen forced a smile: "Ren Feng, aren't those words a bit premature? This amount, I can still handle. 20 million!"

Hiss!

Everyone in the audience drew in a sharp breath, holy shit, this is insane, just casually throwing out 20 million?

No matter how valuable this porcelain is, it can't be worth that much. Throwing out 20 million, it's like giving away money?

Some of the CEOs felt cold sweat trickling down their foreheads. Damn, their company's annual profit was just a few million, not comparable to these two; they were just too crazy.

Mr. Qi was also stunned, usually, an entire auction had items that added up to just a few million, but this year the first item was already 20 million?

Mr. Qi took a deep breath, but his words still carried a tinge of shock: "20 million, first call!"

"So, Ren Feng, you're not going to follow, right?" Song Ziwen smirked slightly, "I heard someone was so broke they only had money left."

Xia Wenxue slightly frowned, tugging on Ren Feng's sleeve, "Don't follow, it's not worth it."

Liou Rumei also chuckled, saying, "Little brother, you better not compete, there are more items than just this one."

"It's fine." Ren Feng smiled and said, "When have I ever lost out? If anyone's losing, it's him."

Then Ren Feng calmly said, "60 million."

At these words, the CEOs present felt they were about to go mad.

At this moment, they felt they could only consider themselves poor.

Song Ziwen still maintained his smile, though it was now tinged with coldness.

"Ren Feng, just 60 million? That's boring; I'll go with 80 million!"

The people in the audience felt numb, this was truly insane, at this moment, they finally understood what it really meant to be rich.

Ren Feng said casually, "Are you comfortable starting if it's not a hundred million? I'll bid 90 million."

"Fine, then let me meet your expectations, I'll bid 100 million." Song Ziwen said blandly, his smile radiant, "Well, Ren Feng, it's your turn now."

Everyone in the venue looked at Ren Feng in silence, none of them expecting the two to clash so fiercely right at the start of the auction.

Song Ziwen watched Ren Feng, noticing he had no intention of speaking, feeling utterly pleased this time for having finally trampled him.

"Ren Feng, are you really out of money?" Song Ziwen exclaimed, surprised, "I thought you were more capable, didn't expect you to be all bark and no bite."

Mr. Qi also weakly called out, "100 million, first call."

Everyone present remained silent, 100 million, damn, that was crazy!

Song Ziwen smiled amid the silence, those present looked at him with almost reverent eyes.

Rich guy, do you need some accessories on your leg?

Rich guy, does your household need a security guard? One that watches the safe?

Rich guy, do you need someone to clean toilets?

Everyone was utterly shocked, it wasn't just throwing money away anymore; at least when you threw money away, it made a sound.

"100 million, second call."

Mr. Qi weakly announced the second call.

And at that moment, Ren Feng slowly raised his hand.

Everyone watched him, including Mr. Qi, waiting to see his bid.

Then, Ren Feng smiled slightly, revealing white teeth: "Oh, I suddenly don't want it anymore."

No, not want it?

Everyone around twitched at the corner of their mouths, holy shit, not want it?

You can't just not want it!

Mr. Qi was dumbfounded, everyone around was dumbfounded, even Song Ziwen's face showed confusion, what was happening?

"Mr. Song, I just thought about it, although I'm richer than you, I can't spend like this. Only you would spend a billion on a useless bowl; after all, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing." Ren Feng grinned as he looked at Song Ziwen.

"So, I've decided not to want it; even with lots of money, I can't afford to burn it like this, right? But I still have to congratulate you, Mr. Song; you spent a billion on a ceramic smaller than a bowl, which I'd say could still be useful as a dog bowl for your lackey."

Ren Feng smiled as the people in the venue were dumbfounded, damn, saying not to want it just like that? Doesn't that make Song Ziwen the sucker?

Spending a billion on a ceramic bowl, damn, that was indeed quite funny to say.

Song Ziwen felt his face twitching, realizing he'd been played again, the smile long gone from his face, replaced by gloom.

Next to him, Liou Rumei couldn't help but laugh, little brother was indeed wicked; he unknowingly tricked the other side, indeed, this little brother was a little rascal, worse to enemies than women.

Xia Wenxue also let out a sigh of relief, as long as Ren Feng didn't lose.

Ren Feng didn't miss the chance to add a little more: "Mr. Song, you're rich indeed, spending a billion on this ceramic bowl; don't tell me you've changed your mind about it? A gentleman never reneges on his word, and everyone in Jiangnan City would know about your joke."

Ren Feng's tone carried a weight, "Mr. Song, for the sake of your reputation, you mustn't back out."

Back out? Damn you!

Song Ziwen almost spat out old blood in anger.

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