I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 238 - 235, this way, it’s not acceptable

Chapter 238: 235, this way, it’s not acceptable

As everyone knows.

The price of an item actually doesn’t depend on its value.

Take a simple example: a bottle of mineral water from a convenience store could fetch a sky-high price if sold in a top-tier luxury hotel like Bulgari.

The same goes for this sapphire necklace.

Having been worn by Pei Yunxi, it’s as if this piece of jewelry has been affixed with the most dazzling label.

"Eight million five hundred fifty thousand."

"Guest number 233 bids eight million five hundred fifty thousand!"

"Nine million."

"Nine million five hundred fifty-five thousand."

"Ten million."

The bidding below kept the auctioneer busy, and the price soared rapidly, easily breaking through the ten-million mark with no signs of stopping.

"Eleven million."

"Thirteen million."

"Fifteen million! Guest at table thirty-six bids fifteen million!"

Finally, there was a taste of splurging money like it was dirt.

"Huh, just a broken necklace, what’s so special about it."

Miss Shi gave a disdainful snort, obviously crying sour grapes.

Watching the heated atmosphere, Jiang Chen sat in the darkness with a gleam in his eyes, itching to move.

Although it’s difficult to conquer Pei Yunxi, for now, this issue can be set aside.

It’s like buying a lottery ticket: you know there’s a string of numbers that will win, just not when they will come up.

So, in the meantime, you must place your bet, invest!

Otherwise, even if you win the lottery in the end, if you didn’t place a bet, it would all go to waste; the prize is drawn, but you won’t get a single penny of profit.

"Licking-dog money" should only be spent on the conquest target; this jewelry belongs to Pei Yunxi personally, and the auction proceeds will be donated in Pei Yunxi’s name, perfectly fitting the rules of using "licking-dog money."

To put it bluntly.

If it’s really about "financial power," Jiang Chen, with nearly ten trillion lying in his account, could arrogantly claim that everyone else here is trash.

Even if all the several hundred people present were bundled together, they probably wouldn’t match his wealth.

But this auction isn’t actually about whether one has money or not.

At least for him, it definitely isn’t as simple as just bidding an unmatchable high price to take the necklace.

This isn’t an anonymous auction.

Although the banquet hall is dimly lit to match the auction and create an atmosphere, with the exception of the auction stage, from a certain distance, it’s impossible to see who is who. They might not be seen now, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be identified later.

A nameless college student suddenly showing off a fortune; that’s bound to raise suspicions.

Those sitting here are elites from all walks of life, even including heavyweight officials.

But could he really just watch such a good investment opportunity pass by?

Jiang Chen was caught in a dilemma.

"Thirty million! Guest at table eight bids thirty million!"

One could faintly see someone in the first row raising a placard.

With one breath, the bid raised by ten million, as if destined to win.

Up to now, even if the hammer hasn’t fallen yet, the bidding for this sapphire necklace has already set a new record for tonight’s charity auction.

After the guest at table eight raised the bid, the intense atmosphere cooled down a bit. Though the necklace had the backing of an extraordinary beauty, thirty million was already pushing a limit.

And.

The aggressive bidding from table eight clearly conveyed a message; any further competition could easily offend people.

"Thirty-five million."

"Thirty-eight million."

"Forty million."

Of course.

Although the number of bidders sharply decreased, there were still some who hadn’t given up.

"Fifty million! Guest at table eight bids fifty million!"

Table eight’s number plate was raised again.

Murmurs arose from beneath the hall.

In a certain part of the banquet hall.

Seeing her donated necklace reach fifty million, Pei Yunxi showed no signs of satisfaction or pride; instead, she furrowed her brows.

"Fifty million, is there any higher bid?"

The auctioneer dutifully scanned the crowd.

Perhaps fifty million was the limit, or perhaps the guests were deterred by table eight’s dominance, but the scene went still like stagnant water.

"Fifty million for the first time!"

"Fifty million for the second time!"

Listening to the auctioneer starting the countdown, Jiang Chen’s eyes showed struggle.

On the auction stage, the auctioneer’s hammer was already being lifted slowly.

"Fifty million for the third..."

"Fifty-five million!"

Thunder from a silent place!

Just as the hammer was about to fall, the sharp-eyed auctioneer noticed that another number plate had been raised from below.

Like a stone thrown into a calm pool of water.

The dust-settled situation stirred up once again!

"Guest at table 250 bids fifty-five million!"

The auctioneer shouted excitedly while simultaneously putting down his hammer.

The guests, who were just about to applaud, looked surprised and then instinctively turned their heads.

However, the lighting was too dim to see clearly who sat at table 250.

Pei Yunxi was no exception; after a brief moment of being stunned, she gripped the armrest of her chair and looked in the direction the auctioneer was gazing, but due to limited visibility, she couldn’t see anything.

In the sudden silence of the venue, Jiang Chen slowly turned his head to see the woman beside him putting down her number plate with a cold expression on her pretty face.

"...What are you doing?"

"I won’t let him get his way!"

That’s right.

was their table number, and the one who had just raised the placard was none other than Miss Shi Qianxi herself.

"Who won’t you let get their way?"

"My dad!"

Jiang Chen appeared to have a moment of realization, "You mean... that number eight, is your dad?"

"Who else could it be?"

Shi Qianxi’s tone was sharp and mocking. "Heh, wants to curry favor with that fox spirit? Dream on!"

Jiang Chen’s eyelid twitched involuntarily.

Upon careful consideration, it indeed seemed likely.

That number 8, nine times out of ten, is Shi Zhenhua.

This lady can completely understand wanting to sabotage her father’s lavish bid for a beauty’s smile.

But there’s a problem, and it seems quite serious.

"Shi Qianxi, do you have money?"

Jiang Chen asked friendly, or to put it accurately, he was reminding her.

If he remembered correctly, just now this woman had mentioned she was in a tight spot financially.

"I don’t."

As expected.

Miss Shi’s answer was as crisp and decisive as ever.

"You dare to bid without money? How do you plan to settle the payment later?

Yes.

Anyone can raise a paddle; nobody can stop you.

But don’t forget, you have to pay in the end!

What’s the occasion?

All the top figures from various sectors are present, even high-ranking government officials. Making a fuss here— even if you’re the Shi Family’s daughter, you’re probably in for a lot of trouble.

"I don’t have money, but don’t you?"

Shi Qianxi was indeed not foolish.

From her earlier performance of feigning politeness with that Uncle Zhuang, it showed she knew the difference between urgency and importance and understood social niceties.

She turned around, taking it for granted as she stared at Jiang Chen, clearly having thought of an escape route.

"You lend it to me first, I’ll pay you back later."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words for a moment.

Lend money?

Who lends money like that?

Without discussing it with him beforehand, she just went ahead and raised the paddle.

This wasn’t forced enlistment, and act first, report after?

"Why should I lend you money?"

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but protest.

"Aren’t we friends? You won’t refuse to help me with this, will you?"

"When did I ever say we were friends?"

"Just now! When we ran into that vixen. You said if I don’t apologize, we can’t even be friends in the future—isn’t that an implicit acknowledgment that we are friends?"

Miss Shi was truly clever and quick-witted, managing to corner Jiang Chen into speechlessness with just a few words.

"Don’t worry, I can definitely pay back this amount of money. Don’t forget, I’m now the second-largest shareholder of Jin Hai Industries!"

"..."

Jiang Chen fell silent.

At that moment.

The guest at table number 8 raised their paddle again.

"Sixty million! Guest at table number 8 bids sixty million!"

"This is your own affair. I’m just lending you the money; the rest has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Chen said gravely.

"Don’t worry!"

Miss Shi raised her number paddle again without hesitation.

"Seventy-five million! Guest at table number 250 bids seventy-five million!"

Jiang Chen let out a sigh, seemingly forced into a tough spot, but when he looked towards the auction stage, a hint of something different flashed in his eyes.

A grand charity gala had turned into a battlefield for a father-daughter showdown.

"Eighty million!"

"Ninety million!"

"One hundred million! Table number 8 bids one hundred million!!!"

The auctioneer’s voice began to quiver.

The crowd became restless.

The jewelry, starting at eight million, had now shockingly broken through one hundred million, something nobody had anticipated.

The subdued murmuring grew louder.

Even the big shots sitting in the front row began to whisper among themselves.

"One hundred and ten million!"

Miss Shi’s face grew cold, as if it wasn’t her own money.

Table number 8.

Shi Zhenhua finally furrowed his brows slightly, resisting the urge to look back, and raised his paddle once more.

"One hundred and fifty million! Table number 8 bids one hundred and fifty million!"

Without hesitation, Shi Qianxi was about to follow suit, but Jiang Chen stopped her.

"You can’t do this."

"What do you mean?"

"There are techniques to bidding. If you keep raising by small increments, your opponent will not give up. If you truly don’t want your father to get that piece of jewelry, you need to demonstrate your resolve."

Jiang Chen said, "Give me the paddle."

Shi Qianxi hesitated, but still passed the number paddle to him.

Jiang Chen raised the number paddle, simultaneously making a gesture.

The auctioneer, from his elevated position, widened his eyes, and after triple checking, said with a trembling voice, "Guest number 250 bids... three hundred million!!!"

Boom!

The entire venue erupted into a chorus of shock!

Even the renowned guests couldn’t maintain their composure as the atmosphere buzzed with noise.

Three hundred million.

Even though all attendees were from the upper class, there truly weren’t many who could cough up that much money at once.

Not to mention for charity!

The jewelry was indeed exquisite, but it was by no means a rare treasure of the world, and even if Pei Yunxi had worn it, which added a lot of value, it still wasn’t worth such an outrageous price!

Table number 8.

Shi Zhenhua’s expression suddenly turned very dark.

The auctioneer looked unconsciously in this direction, but there was no further movement.

Jiang Chen leisurely placed the number paddle on the table.

Shi Qianxi stared at him, unable to help but recall the scene at the bustling event where he nonchalantly compensated her.

"Three hundred million once!"

"Three hundred million twice!"

"Three hundred million for the third time!"

"Bang! Sold!"