Wu Qianxi smiled at Chu Shaofan and waved,
"Since Young Master Chu likes this Sarira so much, I won't snatch it away. I won't bid."
Wu Qianxi withdrew. Chu Shaofan sneered inwardly, glancing at Wu Qianxi,
"Hmph, Wu, one day I'll make you fall into my hands."
Seeing that the confrontation between the big shots on the third floor had ended, Wang Hanzhi finally spoke,
"On the third floor, in the 'Heaven' private room, Young Master Chu bids one hundred and fifty million."
"One hundred and fifty million for the first time."
"One hundred and fifty million for the second time..."
Chu Shaofan's lips curled. This Sarira was already a sure thing for him.
Everyone present knew him, Chu Shaofan. Anyone who dared to bid now would likely have trouble leaving this auction hall.
"One hundred and fifty million for the third..."
Just as Wang Hanzhi was about to strike her gavel, a voice that pierced through the entire venue rang out,
"I bid two hundred million!"
Everyone's gaze instantly shifted.
Mo Jin stood with his hands behind his back on the balcony.
"Mo Jin!" Chu Shaofan slammed his palm on the table in anger, almost shattering the glass,
"You're playing with me, aren't you? Didn't you say you weren't bidding?"
Mo Jin touched his chin and said with a smile,
"I wasn't interested just now, but now I am. Is that not allowed?"
After speaking, Mo Jin seemed to recall something and said to Miss Wang,
"Miss Wang, no matter how much this Young Master Chu bids, I will add another million, until he can't afford it anymore."
The crowd was shocked by this statement.
To be able to say such a thing, besides the young master of Millennium Jewelry, there was only Mo Jin from the Mo family in the capital.
How immense must one's wealth be to dare to say such a thing.
The Mo family, like Young Master Chu, was one of the four great families in the capital.
The two families were evenly matched in every aspect.
Although Chu Shaofan and Mo Jin were of the same generation, Mo Jin was a few years older and had already taken over many businesses in the family, thus having considerable funds at his disposal.
Chu Shaofan, on the other hand, was, after all, a prodigal son.
He was incapable of anything and could not contribute to the family business.
The reason for his arrogance and rudeness was that his father was the current head of the Chu family.
With such a father, who wouldn't be arrogant?
Since Chu Shaofan's father had recently told him to be more restrained during this critical period, Chu Shaofan's funds had been restricted. It was fine to spend a few hundred million or a billion casually, but any more would require his father's approval.
Chu Shaofan's allowance for this month was only five hundred million. If he wasted it all here, he would have to eat dirt for the latter half of the month. The campus belles and socialites he kept in the capital would likely throw tantrums.
After a moment of thought, Chu Shaofan gritted his teeth and said with immense anger,
"Mo Jin, fine. You dare to oppose me. When we return to the capital, I'll make you pay!"
Mo Jin smiled without speaking.
Chu Shaofan could only dare to say such things. Although Mo Jin was not a direct descendant of the Mo family, he held a significant position, and Chu Shaofan would have to think twice before trying to harm him.
Chu Shaofan withdrew from the auction, and finally, this Sarira was won by Mo Jin for two hundred million.
From a corner behind Mo Jin, Mo Tao slowly emerged and said softly to Mo Jin,
"Thank you. I'll transfer the money to your account later."
Mo Jin, without turning his head, gazed at the center of the auction hall and said after a moment,
"In my life, this is the first time you've asked me for a favor. To be honest, I'm a little overwhelmed, after all, your father is..."
"That's enough," Mo Tao interrupted him before he could finish,
"Consider it a favor owed. I'll repay you in the future."
With that, Mo Tao pushed the door open and walked out.
Mo Jin then turned his head, glanced back, and let out a meaningful sigh.
Qin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Tao's "ok" message on his phone.
Not long ago, Qin Xuan had sent Mo Tao a message saying that this Sarira was very important to him and asked if he had a way to get it.
He hadn't expected Mo Tao to ask Mo Jin for help.
Qin Xuan had known Mo Jin before, but at that time, he was still an insignificant figure in the Mo family.
After several years, it seemed Mo Jin now held considerable power in the Mo family.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken so presumptuously during the auction, especially when he was dealing with Chu Shaofan.
Based on his senses, although Qin Xuan couldn't see through this Sarira, he was certain that the spiritual energy it contained could at least cause several more scales to grow on his Dragon Scale.
At that time, Qin Xuan's own strength would at least double.
Qin Xuan was not very interested in the next few items, as they were all ordinary objects.
However, Wang Yuyan managed to bid for a piece of antique calligraphy and painting, which was likely what her grandfather had instructed her to get.
Out of nine auction items, five were won by Chu Shaofan.
After the auction ended, everyone left one by one.
Qin Xuan received a message from Mo Jin, telling him to leave through the back door, as more than a dozen black cars with the Chu family insignia had appeared outside the main entrance.
Undoubtedly, they were summoned by Chu Shaofan.
Qin Xuan glanced out of a window on the second floor and saw fifty to sixty burly men in black suits surrounding the main entrance.
Qin Xuan himself was not afraid of these people, but bringing Wang Yuyan, it would be difficult to get out.
"Let's go through the back door." Qin Xuan turned and pulled Wang Yuyan's hand.
At this moment, Wang Yuyan was still looking confused,
"Why are we going through the back door?"
Qin Xuan, too lazy to explain, simply pulled her hand and quickly walked towards the back door.
Wang Yuyan, who was initially full of confusion, felt her face turn red as Qin Xuan held her hand tightly, her mind wandering.
After taking a large detour, they reached the back. Mo Tao was already waiting there.
Seeing Qin Xuan and Wang Yuyan arrive, he stepped forward, handed Qin Xuan the small box in his hand, and said,
"The Sarira is in this box. Return to Jiangbei immediately, lest your identity..."
"I know," Qin Xuan took the box and said gratefully,
"I'll give you the money when I get back to Jiangbei."
Mo Tao gave a wry smile,
"Although this is a lot of money, it's still acceptable to me. We haven't seen each other for so many years. Consider it my wedding gift to you. Okay, enough said, hurry and go."
Wang Yuyan, standing beside them, was stunned.
Was the Sarira in this box the one worth two hundred million that was auctioned earlier?
Didn't Mo Jin win this Sarira? How did he have it? And he just gave it to Qin Xuan!
What was going on? The more Wang Yuyan thought about it, the more confused she became.
Qin Xuan was about to say something, but he swallowed his words and nodded at Mo Tao in gratitude. Then he pulled Wang Yuyan and walked out the door.