The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 253 - 248: Who Will Compete?

Chapter 253: Chapter 248: Who Will Compete?

Upon hearing this, the auctioneer immediately responded respectfully, "Honorable sir, you can rest assured that the auction house will resolve any issue for you."

After he finished speaking, he also gave a bow.

"That would be good."

Long Chen nodded indifferently and sat down.

The auction continued, and before long, the second of the last three blockbuster items was brought onto the auction stage.

This was a White Jade Cup that appeared almost transparent, with specks of purple light flowing within it.

The purple light was elusive like a flicker—is there, yet it seemed like it might be an illusion.

Just this aspect alone made many people express their amazement.

Long Chen examined the White Jade Cup and felt that the energy contained within it was even more intense than that of the Ancient Sword presented earlier.

This made Long Chen extremely excited; he had thought encountering the Qi Cultivator’s Ancient Sword from the pre-Qin Dynasty was already an incredible opportunity, but he hadn’t expected to come across this White Jade Cup.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we do not know the official name of this cup, but it is said to have been discovered in the Three-eyed War God Tomb, so, for now, we shall call it the War God Cup. This cup is clearly an antique, perhaps even older than the previous Ancient Sword. The value of the two artifacts is subjective to the beholder’s wisdom, depending on your interest. The starting bid is one hundred thousand, with each increase no less than one hundred thousand. Ladies and gentlemen, please start bidding."

The auctioneer announced the origin and starting price of the item.

While his explanation was vague,

everyone present could see that the White Jade Cup was incredibly extraordinary.

"One million."

Someone immediately placed a bid, opening at one million.

"Five million."

"Ten million."

The crowd began to bid frantically.

Here, money seemed to be no object.

"Five hundred million."

Suddenly, a voice came from VIP booth number one.

"One billion."

Someone from VIP booth number two immediately raised the bid.

"One billion one hundred million."

The person in VIP booth number three also promptly joined the bidding.

As the big players in the three booths joined the auction, other voices quieted down.

With the price suddenly escalated to the billion unit mark, the people in the hall could mostly only watch the excitement.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze spontaneously fell on Long Chen.

They were all anticipating whether Long Chen would join the competition.

Yet, Long Chen didn’t speak up; he was just watching quietly.

He wanted to wait until the end before slowly making a bid.

The competitors in the three VIP booths bid wildly,

and finally, when the price soared to one billion five hundred million, only the person from VIP booth number one continued, while the voices from the other two booths silenced.

"One billion five hundred million once, one billion five hundred million twice, one billion five hundred million..."

"Sixteen billion."

Long Chen slowly spoke up.

"Number eighteen, sir—it’s him again, damn, sixteen billion. Is there any higher bid than sixteen billion? Is there?"

The auctioneer shouted hoarsely.

The VIP in booth number one’s expression completely changed.

He hadn’t expected the first item to be snatched away by the person in seat number eighteen,

and now that he had his eye on the second piece, this person wanted to bid again.

"Seventeen billion."

The elder in VIP booth number one, unwilling to give up, added another billion.

"Twenty billion."

Long Chen said with nonchalance.

To him, money was truly just a number; it didn’t matter at all.

For him, the effects brought by the artifacts were far more valuable than vulgar money.

"Twenty billion..., damn, grandpa, maybe we should let it go?"

In VIP booth number one, the young man’s face turned pale, tugging at the elder’s sleeve.

The elder took a deep breath, his expression a mix of anger and disappointment, and sat back down.

At the price of twenty billion, he truly no longer had the capacity to compete.

Yet, the elder was extremely curious about number eighteen outside.

"This person spent twenty billion on an Ancient Sword the first time, and now, another twenty billion, making it forty billion in total. I don’t believe he will still have the capacity to compete for the last blockbuster artifact."

The elder gritted his teeth.

"Grandpa, it might not be a good thing for him to win the bids right now. I think we could gain without lifting a finger."

The young man said sinisterly.

"Don’t spout nonsense," the elder said sternly, "a person capable of spending tens of billions in a bidding war is not someone trivial. We came here for the artifacts and must not seek trouble."

...

Not long after, the third and final blockbuster item appeared on the auction stage.

It was a two-foot-tall Bronze Dragon Cauldron.

The Bronze Dragon Cauldron itself was not unusual, but the focus was on the dragon pattern on the cauldron.

In the dragon pattern, clear fluctuations of Spiritual Energy were visible.

Obviously, this cauldron had an extraordinary origin, and Long Chen was instantly enticed.

After the auctioneer announced the starting price, just when other people were about to start bidding, Long Chen raised his card and said, "Thirty billion."

Thirty billion?

The crowd was stunned.

"Holy shit, how can one play like this?"

"This is outrageous."

"He’s really lavish."

"He’s playing in a league of his own. I’m impressed, truly impressed."

The big players in the three VIP booths were at a loss for words.

Opening with thirty billion—was there any room left for others to participate?

"Thirty billion once, thirty billion twice...."

The auctioneer’s voice trembled.

Tonight’s high bids, all came from one person.

Who exactly was this person?

But at the moment, there was no time for him to ponder.

"Three billion for the third time, sold..."

"Hold on, three billion one hundred million."

The elderly man from private room number one raised his voice.

He had to make one last struggle.

He really wanted that Bronze Dragon Cauldron.

"Three billion five hundred million."

Long Chen immediately raised the bid, composed and unruffled.

In that second, the whole venue went silent, but many people’s breathing quickened.

"Three billion six hundred million."

Private room number one made a bid again.

"Four billion."

Long Chen upped the bid without hesitation.

He gave off the impression that no matter how much you bid, he was determined to win.

The elderly man in private room number one trembled when he heard the bid of four billion.

At four billion, he no longer dared to make another offer.

Four billion, who could contend with that?

In the end, Long Chen successfully acquired the Bronze Dragon Cauldron for four billion, and with that, the auction came to a close.

Afterward, the manager of the auction house personally came to escort Long Chen to the transaction area.

Once all the procedures were completed, Long Chen paid a total of eight billion and fifty million to take possession of his acquisitions.

Five million for the He Shou Wu, two billion for the Ancient Sword, two billion for the White Jade Cup, and four billion for the Bronze Dragon Cauldron.

"Mr. Long, did you come here alone?"

The manager asked cautiously.

Long Chen nodded, "Yes."

"Mr. Long, then may I send twenty men to escort you back?" said the manager.

"No need for that, two people will suffice, and find a vehicle to send me back," Long Chen replied.

"Of course, of course, I..."

The manager was interrupted before he could finish speaking as his phone suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, Mr. Long, I need to take this call."

The manager answered the phone.

After a few words, he hung up and said to Long Chen, "Mr. Long, our boss will be here soon; she would like to meet you."

"Sure."

Long Chen didn’t refuse.

He felt he might come back to this auction for these ancient items in the future.

A few minutes later, a woman with flowing long hair and charming allure entered the office.

Long Chen paused the moment he saw her.

This woman, whom he had seen not long ago, was the same Han Yun that had accompanied Zhao Tiangang when they took Little Unrivaled to school.

Han Yun was around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, mature and enchanting, with curves in all the right places and nearly perfect from every angle.

A single glance or smile was filled with unimaginable allure, seductive yet not vulgar.

"Mr. Long, we meet again."

Han Yun approached Long Chen with a very gentle smile.

Long Chen, coming to his senses, said, "I didn’t expect it to be you."

"Ha ha, I also didn’t expect tonight’s big spender to be you. Fate, it’s all fate," Han Yun said with a coy laugh, barely concealing her excitement.

"Shall we find a place to talk?" Long Chen asked with a smile.

"Sure, but you should send your eighty billion worth of items home first," Han Yun replied.

"No rush, it’s just the time it takes to eat a meal, it won’t be a problem."

"Then fine." Han Yun turned to the manager and said, "Take good care of Mr. Long’s items. If anything goes amiss, you know the consequences."

The manager repeatedly nodded, not daring to meet Han Yun’s gaze, and said respectfully, "Don’t worry, boss, I will take care of it."

"Mhm."

Han Yun nodded faintly.

Shortly after, Han Yun and Long Chen left the auction and found a restaurant outside, casually ordering a few dishes.

The two chatted as they ate, finding themselves quite in tune with each other.

Han Yun was incredibly curious about Long Chen, eager to find out how such a young man had created the trillion-level Eastern Dragon Shadow Group and what astonishing abilities he possessed.

Little did she know, Long Chen was equally curious about her.

He wondered how this woman was capable of running such a large auction house; she must be no simple character.

Thus, the two equally curious parties naturally steered the conversation toward these subjects.

"Mr. Long, rumor has it that those elixirs from Dragon Doctor that cured ’incurable’ diseases all came from you, is that true?" Han Yun asked casually.

"Yes," Long Chen didn’t deny, smiling and saying, "An elixir that cures ’incurable’ diseases of the world and saves lives also paved the way for my success. That’s why Dragon Doctor became legend in just a short year."

"Hee hee, Mr. Long, it’s as if you know exactly what I want to know. We really do have a connection, don’t we?" Han Yun said in a charming voice.

"Whether you know me or not, I do not know, but what you’re thinking, I can discern a little through your eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and the more beautiful the eyes, the more information I can read from them," Long Chen replied with a smile.

"Really? Mr. Long, did you use this trick to pick up girls in the past?" Han Yun looked intently at Long Chen.

"Not really, I usually don’t chase girls; the girls chase me."

"I don’t believe that," Han Yun said. "Unless you prove it to me. Guess what I’m thinking right now. If you guess right, I’ll give you a kiss, or you can make a request. As long as it’s within my power, I’ll agree. Of course, if you lose, the same punishment applies. Do you dare?"

"It’s obvious you’re going to lose, so why bother with the bet? Ms. Han, the beauty, perhaps we should just drop it."

"I’m not afraid of losing; I just want to know if you can really read my thoughts from my eyes. If you’re scared to bet, then that means you were just bluffing earlier."

"If you really want to know that much, then let’s do it, look into my eyes."

Long Chen stared straight into Han Yun’s eyes.