The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1168: This is My Thing

Chapter 1168: Chapter 1168: This is My Thing

As soon as Nangong Chen spoke, the surrounding young men immediately cast envious glances his way.

If this He Shi Jade is authentic, it’s a treasure of inestimable value.

This time the Nangong Family has really struck it rich. If the jade is auctioned off, they’re bound to get a share.

A youth asked, "Since it’s a possession of the Nangong Family, why entrust the Zhang Family with its auction?"

"Yeah, if it’s so valuable, wouldn’t you earn more by selling it yourself?"

"Nangong Chen, you’re not just bragging here, are you?"

Someone expressed their skepticism.

Nangong Chen, eager to show off, said, "What do you know? We’re asking the Zhang Family to auction it for us for the sake of security. If we didn’t go with the Zhang Family, we could have turned to the Li or Wang Families, just casually doing them a favor."

His tone was arrogant, as if the Zhang Family were working for the Nangong Family.

"Nangong Chen, keep on boasting!"

"I bet the Nangong Family had no other choice, right?"

"We’re just waiting to see how much the Nangong Family can actually get after the auction."

"If the Zhang Family insists on taking a cut, would you dare refuse?"

A group of young men laughed and jeered, everyone knew what was really going on.

The influence of the Zhang Family, something the Nangong Family couldn’t afford to offend.

The sun rose, and a refreshing breeze blew over the lake.

The auction began swiftly, and there were actually over a hundred bidders sitting in the guest seats.

In the midst of the crowd, the young Zhang Hengrui from the Zhang Family kept a close watch on the situation, ensuring security. Zhang Hengyu hadn’t made an appearance, leaving him in charge of the safety onsite.

His eyes swept across the whole venue, wary of Long Fei causing any trouble by sneaking in.

In his mind, Long Fei was just a newly initiated Cultivator, not worth mentioning compared to his elder brother.

Today’s auction was a trap set to lure Long Fei here.

If he didn’t dare to come, the Zhang Family would gain both money and fame.

The so-called number one in North Yangtze, nothing but a reputation earned in vain, not even daring to accept an invitation from the Zhang Family.

If he dared to come, Zhang Hengrui was confident that he could easily eliminate the guy.

At the venue, an Elder from the Yin Ghost Sect clad in a black robe was present incognito, his eyes coldly scrutinizing the surroundings.

He was none other than Du Huai, an Elder of the Yin Ghost Sect. After the Sect Master Wang Qiao and Wang Bufan were slain by Long Fei, all the sect’s affairs were managed by Du Huai.

Originally, when the master from Dongying visited Mount Hua last time, Du Huai fully expected this master to eliminate Long Fei.

Who would have thought that in the end, Long Fei slapped the old foreigner to death, leaving him empty of hope.

Now, having had one of his arms severed by Long Fei, he harbored a death vendetta against him.

He patrolled the venue, looking for anyone related to Long Fei.

When the time came, he planned to take them away amidst the chaos.

Unable to kill Long Fei, taking this person to vent his anger would suffice.

Among the group of youngsters, one quickly caught Du Huai’s attention.

Holding a wine glass, he boasted, "What’s so great about being number one in South Yangtze? The number one expert in the Cultivation World of North Yangtze, Long Fei, he is my brother! Back then, we joined forces and were undefeated in North Yangtze, even the Zhang Family didn’t know where to hide!"

This man was dressed in an expensive suit, fairly handsome and lean, though his words seemed unreliable and exaggerated.

The young men around him were not from the Cultivation World and hadn’t heard Long Fei’s name, dismissing him as simply full of hot air.

Seeing his boast met with disbelief, the youth urged, "Don’t disbelieve me. My brother has mystical abilities; he can hit a person even across mountains. Look at this slap mark on my face. It was he who hit me, and it’s still there!"

He pointed to his face, where indeed there was a faint reddish mark.

If one didn’t pay close attention, it wouldn’t even be noticed.

Someone laughed loudly, "You said he is your brother, why would he hit you?"

"Could it be that you’re his enemy?"

The guy boasted, "What do you all know, it was a fair spar. I hit him with one of the Eighteen Palms of Dragon-Subduing, and he hit me back with the Bone Softening Palm. He struck me with a palm and I also caused him internal injuries; we were equally matched."

"Keep boasting!"

"You must have read too many martial arts novels, huh?"

"We don’t believe it!"

A group of men and women burst into loud laughter.

Du Huai’s eyes gleamed, thinking to himself, it’s this kid.

This guy was no stranger; he was the son of the owner of several of the largest seafood restaurants in Binhai City, who also held a monopoly over the seafood market, Tan Yaozong.

His uncle, Sixth Master Tan, was actually on good terms with Long Fei, which was why Long Fei had never gone all out against him.

He was genuinely fearful of Long Fei in his heart; it was only because Long Fei was not present that he dared to show off and boast.

If Long Fei were here, he’d surely be scared out of his wits.

In the past, he had clashed with Long Fei a few times.

In Binhai City’s circles, every family that had opposed Long Fei had been destroyed, leaving Tan Yaozong as the sole survivor, praying for his safety daily.

The auction began without suspense.

After being appraised by over a dozen authoritative experts across the country, the He Shi Jade was confirmed to be authentic and was even issued a certificate stamped with fingerprints.

Even if this item were fake, as long as it was authenticated by these experts, it would still be considered a valuable asset in the auction world.

The starting bid of one hundred billion had already scared away most of the competitors.

The hidden tycoons were generous, raising the bid by tens of billions each time.

After all, this was an artifact meant to pass on to a country.

Regardless of perspective, it possessed extraordinary value and significance.

The youngsters stood in the back watching excitedly, their mouths agape, never having witnessed an auction of such magnitude.

The starting bid of one hundred billion was raised to one trillion within just ten minutes.

One trillion, a figure that could place one on the Forbes rich list.

Yet, the people capable of offering such an amount were unheard of and unseen in normal times.

After surpassing this price, the number of competitors dwindled significantly.

Among them, the Dongying people and an American tycoon were particularly active, persistently following the price without backing down.

Another was from the Zhang Family of Xianggang.

They knew the whole story and intentionally came to cause trouble for the Zhang Family, without any intention of actually purchasing the item.

The crowd was buzzing with commotion, and in the end, an American businessman dominated the scene with a bid of three hundred billion.

Three hundred billion was a colossal sum for everyone present.

However, this American businessman seemed unfazed—converting to US dollars, it was merely fifty billion dollars, just a drop in the bucket for his wealth and his family’s legacy.

The auctioneer’s palms trembled as he knocked the copper hammer, stammering, "Three hundred billion, is there anyone else?"

There was a mixed uproar below, with people saying it was an act of national humiliation to hand over the Imperial Jade Seal to a foreigner.

The Zhang Family, deliberately causing trouble, raised their paddle and added another billion.

The foreigner ignored it, hoisting his paddle and directly adding one hundred billion.

While others were merely tossing a grenade, these people were dropping a nuclear bomb, a clear indication of their determination to win.

The Zhang Family shrugged their shoulders, shaking their heads at their colleagues and deciding not to bid further.

The auctioneer excitedly knocked the copper hammer, trembling as he called, "Three hundred and ten billion, once."

"Three hundred and ten billion, twice, is there anyone else raising the price?"

The foreigner looked around the room, already preparing to stand up and collect the item.

"Very well, three hundred and ten billion, three times, sold..."

The auctioneer’s announcement of the sale was interrupted by a light shout from the sky, "Wait a moment!"

The voice was not loud, but the auctioneer’s body shook violently, her arm stiff and unresponsive, unable to bring the copper hammer down.

All the people in the room shuddered inexplicably, as though a mountain was about to fall from the sky, causing their hearts to race and the pressure to surge.

They all looked up to see a man and two women descending gracefully from the sky.

The man was handsome, and the women had cascading hair reaching their waists, one in black and the other in white, like fairies.

They appeared as if immortals had descended to the mortal world, stepping down from the Void. Were it not for their modern attire, the people present might have knelt down in worship.

The auctioneer swallowed nervously and tremulously asked, "Sir, do you wish to raise the bid?"

Long Fei nodded and said softly, "Yes, I bid zero."

A commotion broke out among the crowd, thinking to themselves if this man had come to cause trouble.

The auctioneer chuckled awkwardly, "Sir, are you serious?"

Long Fei smiled faintly, "Of course, I’m just here to retrieve my belonging."