Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1024 - 540: Not a Fierce Dragon Does Not Cross the River

Chapter 1024: Chapter 540: Not a Fierce Dragon Does Not Cross the River

A single stone aroused a thousand ripples.

A black pearl, shimmering under the spotlight, turned the previously exciting Tibetan Mastiff auction into a contest of discerning eyes.

Chen Yingjun reveled in this.

So he was the one who feared the world wouldn’t be chaotic enough, fanning the flames on the sidelines—supporting those who praised the pearl and agreeing with those who said it was valuable.

In fact, those present were mostly young people, predominately male, whose interest in Tibetan Mastiffs far exceeded that of the black pearl. But with many accompanied by female partners, and confronted with such a perfectly shaped, enchantingly colored pearl—especially under the lights, where its pure black seemed to absorb all the surrounding brilliance, emanating an irresistible, almost demonically seductive allure—who among the women could resist such temptation?

As the crowd debated, the jovial little fatty’s phone call finally paid off. A fiery figure burst into the crowd and immediately spotted the black pearl being admired by everyone. Her two black eyes turned darker than the pearl itself as she shoved her way to the front: "Great item, I’ll take it! Who does this belong to? Name your price!"

The surrounding crowd fell silent.

Before the silence settled in completely, Yan Fei faintly heard someone mutter under their breath, "Miss Tang, that’s just dominant..."

Even Yan Fei had to admit, this woman in red was probably the most assertive female he’d come across to date. Her inherent aura was seemingly inborn, something others couldn’t imitate even if they tried.

Even when compared to Guo Jingya, with whom he had worked, this woman far surpassed in presence—not by just a little.

However, honestly speaking, for Yan Fei, who was somewhat "behind the times" in his thinking, the woman’s overwhelming presence made him feel vaguely uncomfortable.

Relatively speaking, he felt girls should be like his own wife—shouldn’t girls be more gentle?

The scene cooled down for a bit, and seeing no one speak, the woman in red turned her gaze toward Chen Yingjun.

Chen Yingjun smiled wryly, "Sister Wan, this is someone’s item intended for the black lion auction, not for sale!"

"Everything has a price. I’ll just give money directly, and they can still participate in the black lion auction, right?" Tang Wan in red didn’t care for Chen Yingjun’s response, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Whose black pearl is this? I offer three million!"

The people below exchanged glances.

After a while, seeing that no one spoke up, the red-clad woman grew anxious, "Who owns it? Come on, speak up! Are you not a man? You bring something out but don’t dare to acknowledge it?"

Her words caused many in the crowd to show an expression of anticipation for the show.

Originally, many people were envious of the owner of the pearl, and as more people praised it and valued it higher, everyone agreed before the woman in red arrived that this black pearl should start at a million at least.

Now, seeing the owner targeted by the woman in red, some even started to take pleasure in the owner’s predicament.

Young Master Yang and the one who had been bidding against him fell silent—these people might seem thoughtless, but they were not truly foolish. Even if the Tibetan Mastiff was as impressive as the legends suggested, both had reached their bidding limit. As much as they liked it, spending too much on a dog really wouldn’t make sense.

Just the two of them jacking up the price against each other had inevitably led to rising tempers and a difficult situation to back down from. Moreover, most of the people here were not yet in charge of their family affairs and couldn’t afford to be too extravagant with money—after all, even in indulgence, there must be a limit.

Of course, there are definitely some mindless spendthrifts, but Yan Fei was lucky not to have encountered such people.

However, with so many witnesses, either of the two bidders would lose face if they backed out. With an interloper causing a stir, while they may not be pleased on the surface, they were probably inwardly relieved. Why would they interrupt?

Still, no one spoke.

It was Heizi’s first time in such a setting, and he lacked the necessary boldness. Being aggressively challenged by the dominant woman, he didn’t know what to do.

Seeing this, Yan Fei had no choice but to step forward, "The pearl is mine, not for sale. I brought it out as collateral and will redeem it later with money. Besides this, I’ll put up another five million for the Mastiff. My pearl is valued at five million as collateral, and nobody can say it’s not worth that. If anyone here can bring out a similar natural pearl, I’ll give it to them with both hands."

To Yan Fei, ever since that summer after scoring three percent, when he wielded a sledgehammer and killed his first Compsognathus, he’d never been stage-frightened again.

And as for the rich and noble attendees... no matter how wealthy, he could pull out a Tyrannosaurus rex to scare them to death.

Because Yan Fei and Heizi had entered unobtrusively and stayed in the corner, with only Heizi running out to place bets and everyone else focused on the dog fight, they hadn’t noticed the two new faces in the room.

Now, as Yan Fei stood up, although he wasn’t as pompous as Young Master Yang, nor as overwhelming as the woman in red, the way he spoke commanded an inexplicable authority, leaving no room for doubt.