God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 288 - 308: Give You a Massage?

Chapter 288: Chapter 308: Give You a Massage?

Fang Yi began to fight back.

"So what if you bid ten million? I’m bidding a hundred million in cash. Come on, I’m taking you on. See if you dare to outbid that."

When Fang Yi made a move, it was decisive... He would ensure his enemies were left broken and battered.

"A hundred million in cash? Damn! Kid, you haven’t lost your mind, have you?"

"Don’t you know where you are? This isn’t the place for your bullshit."

"If you don’t have the money, then get lost and stop embarrassing yourself here."

"Yeah, right, a hundred million cash out of your mouth. Do you think you’re some hotshot?"

Mocking and ridicule filled the air around him as people kept jeering at Fang Yi.

A hundred million in cash—what was that even supposed to mean?

That was equivalent to eight hundred million Xuan Cang currency. Such an amount could literally crush a person, but it bounced out of Fang Yi’s mouth so easily. How could it not seem like a wild fantasy, how could it not seem as if Fang Yi was joking?

Fang Yi gave those who mocked him a glance and said indifferently, "There are always idiots who think others are fools. In truth, it’s they who are the fools."

Silence!

His words instantly silenced the crowd who had been laughing uncontrollably, leaving them at a loss for words.

Someone felt disgruntled and wanted to retort, but Fang Yi added, "If you want to trade insults, I’m right here."

"..."

Standing firm, a one-man blockade impenetrable to the masses, Fang Yi stood there with an icy expression, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, as if waiting for someone to step forward and engage in a verbal duel.

Yet, as fierce as these people had been previously, none had the guts to confront Fang Yi alone. The crowd had been emboldened by each other’s presence, but now, standing out to sling mud with Fang Yi was a risk they were not willing to take, especially given their own reputations.

And Fang Yi... had seized on this very point to brazenly provoke them.

Seeing that there was no response from the crowd, Fang Yi let out a cold, piercing laugh that clearly reached everyone’s ears, leaving their expressions rather unsightly.

Then, Fang Yi turned to Bai Mingqi and intensified his voice, "It’s your turn to bid."

Previously, it had been Bai Mingqi pressing Fang Yi, but now, their roles had switched.

Nevertheless, Bai Mingqi maintained his composure, "Fang Yi, do you really think your bid of a hundred million in cash will make a difference?"

Fang Yi smirked, "You could bid two hundred million or even three hundred million in cash."

Bai Mingqi’s expression darkened as he inadvertently glanced at Su Ge’er on the stage.

Su Ge’er’s bewitching face bore a faint smile, somewhat enigmatic, complicating Bai Mingqi’s thoughts.

It’s a trap!

Suddenly, Bai Mingqi realized with a start.

No, not just a trap, but a pit waiting for him to fall into it.

However, Bai Mingqi was unaware that Fang Yi had noticed every one of his expressions, and a sigh formed in Fang Yi’s heart, recognizing Bai Mingqi indeed was very shrewd.

"Yang Dingfeng, let’s go!"

Bai Mingqi said nothing further and promptly made his way out of the hall.

The crowd was stunned. Was he really just... leaving?

The proud and suave young master of the Bai Family had just been driven away by a poor kid? That was almost too incredible to believe.

However, Fang Yi had no intention of letting Bai Mingqi off so easily.

"Bai Mingqi," Fang Yi said, "someone as poor as you shouldn’t bother trying to compete with me again. You can’t win."

Bai Mingqi, who had just reached the entrance, visibly staggered, remaining silent for a few seconds. Without a word, his pace quickened, his fury was easy to imagine.

The crowd watched the scene dumbfounded, completely shocked.

That was the young master of the Bai Family, who had his own company. When it came to wealth and prestige, no one present dared to compare themselves to him. Yet, he had just been defeated by Fang Yi, an unprecedented event.

Everyone looked at Fang Yi, their gazes no longer filled with contempt as before.

Fang Yi didn’t care how people looked at him. Instead, he glanced casually at the brothers, Lin Yuanhao and Lin Yuanchen, with a cold smile on his lips. It was a clear provocation.

Lin Yuanchen’s face looked very unpleasant, while Lin Yuanhao tried to put his hand on Zhou Peilan’s shoulder to irritate Fang Yi and regain some face. However, Zhou Peilan suddenly stood up, leaving Lin Yuanhao with nowhere to put his hand, his face frozen.

Lastly, there was Zhou Hongkang. Fang Yi’s gaze turned to a sneer, turning Zhou Hongkang’s old face red; he didn’t dare meet Fang Yi’s eyes.

It was he who had called Fang Yi a poor kid, and he had been the loudest, but Fang Yi had just brought out a hundred million in cash, even outdoing the young master of the Bai Family.

It was as if a palm had harshly slapped across Zhou Hongkang’s face, leaving him with no dignity.

It was at this moment that Su Ge’er, on the stage, parted her red lips and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, if no one else wishes to bid, then the united lotus root will belong to Mr. Fang."

Everyone looked at each other, no one making a sound, and silence ensued.

...

As the united lotus root was brought out, the "special program" seemed to have truly come to an end. Song Wuliang moved closer, with a face full of admiration, "Mr. Fang is really something, I, Fatty Song, am utterly convinced."

"Isn’t it supposed to be ’throwing oneself to the ground’? How did it become ’utterly convinced’?"

Song Wuliang chuckled and said, "You know what I mean."

Indeed, Fang Yi understood. He lifted his foot to kick at Song Wuliang’s groin, making him run off as fast as a dog.

Fang Yi then lit another cigarette. Just as he had taken a couple of puffs, a woman in a red cheongsam appeared; it was Yanyue.

Yanyue seemed distinctly uncomfortable. She detested men and had been taken advantage of by Fang Yi in the grove earlier. How could she be in a good mood seeing Fang Yi again?

"Sister Yanyue, you look all worried and distressed, perhaps in a bad mood. How about I give you a massage?" Fang Yi joked.

"My sister wants to see you," Yanyue said coldly.

"Alright, please lead the way, Sister Yanyue." Fang Yi enjoyed watching Yanyue get angry. He found women who loathed men, especially one as beautiful as her, irresistibly enticing when they were angry.

They returned to the same room as before. Yanyue led Fang Yi to the doorway, and upon entering, Fang Yi saw not only Su Ge’er but Ying Zheng as well.

Ying Zheng’s chubby face was full of smiles as he stood up to invite Fang Yi, "Young Brother Fang, please have a seat."

Fang Yi didn’t know the relationship between Ying Zheng and Su Ge’er, but he sat opposite Su Ge’er at Ying Zheng’s invitation. Ying Zheng then fetched a cup of tea and offered it to Fang Yi.

"You don’t need to be so polite, Brother Ying," Fang Yi said.

Ying Zheng shook his head with a smile, "I really have to be respectful to a popular person like Brother Fang."

Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, a look of puzzlement on his face.

Just then, Su Ge’er spoke up with a light laugh, "I suppose Mr. Fang must have guessed something. Yes, Ying Zheng is also a disciple of the Desire Sect."

Although Fang Yi had suspected as much, he still couldn’t help but be a little shocked. He looked at Ying Zheng, who was grinning so hard his eyes were almost slits, and thought to himself that this fat man sure knew how to keep a low profile.