Chapter 133 - Auction

When Ye Chenfeng noticed Song Zhong, Song Zhong did not notice him.In his room, besides himself, there was a middle-aged fatso!

He was turning his head and talking to the middle-aged fatso, which was why he failed to see Ye Chenfeng passing by the door of his room.

It was quite the coincidence that the room Brother Hu secured was right next to that of Song Zhong’s, allowing Ye Chenfeng, with his sharp hearing, to easily make out the conversation between Song Zhong and the middle-aged fatso in the next room.

In the adjacent room, Song Zhong patted the middle-aged fatso’s shoulder, assuming the posture of an elder, and said in an old-fashioned manner, “Don’t worry, this time it was I who forced you to bring me to the border transaction market.

If my dad or my granddad blames anyone, I will take full responsibility.

As long as I, Song Zhong, am around, I guarantee your career in Capital City will be smooth sailing.”

Far from being offended by Song Zhong’s arrogant attitude, the middle-aged fatso’s chubby face broke into a smile.

When he smiled, his features seemed to be engulfed by the fat, turning him into a living meatball as he said, “Young Master Song, isn’t it because I’m worried about you getting into trouble here!

After all, the border transaction market is not very peaceful.

If you were to have an accident, I couldn’t bear the responsibility even if I died a hundred times!”

What the middle-aged fatso said was, in fact, the truth.

The Songs’ power in Capital City was on par with the Yes.

If anything happened to Song Zhong, and the Songs decided to take it out on the middle-aged fatso, the fatso would undeniably be doomed—not only would his death be certain, but they would also ensure he suffered immensely before departing this life.

The reason Song Zhong knew about the border transaction market was due to a casual remark from this middle-aged fatso.

As soon as Song Zhong heard that the auction house here occasionally sold extremely beautiful women, he became incredibly excited and longed for the auction house in the border transaction market.

Therefore, he coerced and enticed the middle-aged fatso to bring him along.

Naturally, the middle-aged fatso couldn’t resist Song Zhong’s threats.

With the Songs’ influence in Capital City, getting rid of him would be easier than squashing an ant.

With no other options, he had to choose to take Song Zhong to the border transaction market for a visit.

As it happened, they arrived just in time for the Yishun Auction House’s beauty auction, which filled Song Zhong with anticipation.

He could hardly wait to see the extent of the beauty of the women who would be auctioned today.

“Alright, don’t dampen my spirits now. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

If there’s indeed a beauty later, I must take her for myself,” Song Zhong said, laughing.

“Young Master Song, I’ve heard that the Yes have been unstable recently!

They’ve just broken off an engagement with the Bais, so why have they suddenly formed a marriage alliance with the Wus?” The middle-aged fatso hastily changed the subject as he inquired.

He was an official who had just been transferred to Capital City and was still not very familiar with the affairs of the major families there.

As soon as the Yes were mentioned, Song Zhong’s expression turned utterly dark.

He remembered that a few months ago his younger brother was almost ruined by that idiot Ye Chen.

He had expected to see Ye Chen kneel and apologize to him, but unexpectedly, the seriously ill old Mr.

Ye came out of the hospital as if nothing had happened, and the matter was left unresolved.

After that, Ye Chenfeng left Capital City, and Song Zhong lost the chance to take his anger out on Ye Chen.

With a low voice he said, “Ye Chen, don’t think that just because you’ve left Capital City, I, Song Zhong, can’t play with you anymore?

Just you wait.”

Seeing Song Zhong’s darkened face, the middle-aged fatso realized he had asked something he shouldn’t have and quickly tried to rectify it: “Young Master Song, the auction should be starting soon.

Please be patient for a little longer.”

Ye Chenfeng heard the conversation in the next room clearly, including Song Zhong’s low murmuring to himself.

A cold smile appeared on his lips as he thought, “Song Zhong, don’t you want to play me?

Tonight, I will certainly give you a big surprise.

Just don’t be too happy when it happens!”

“Mr.

Ye, would you like some tea?” On the table in the private room were tea and pastries.

Brother Hu picked up a cup of tea and obsequiously asked Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng came back to his senses and looked at Brother Hu and Mao Kangping, who were standing with the utmost respect.

He said, “You two don’t need to just stand there like fools, sit down!”

It was after Ye Chenfeng had spoken that Mao Kangping and Brother Hu took their seats.

As soon as he sat down, Brother Hu started enthusiastically introducing the mysterious backer of the Yishun Auction House to Ye Chenfeng.

“Mr.

Ye, I’ve heard that the backer of Yishun Auction House is a very powerful figure.

One time, I was drinking with someone who worked here, and when they got drunk, they mumbled something about their boss being a master from the Ancient Martial World.

They said he could pierce through a person’s skull with just a finger.

But I don’t believe their nonsense.

In my view, Mr.

Ye, you’re the real master among masters.

Anyone else would have to stand aside when they meet you,” said Brother Hu, circling back to heap a heavy dose of flattery on Ye Chenfeng.

“The Ancient Martial World?” Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but question.

He didn’t think Brother Hu was lying, as ordinary people wouldn’t be aware of its existence.

Therefore, what Brother Hu said was likely the absolute truth.

Ye Chenfeng was now exceptionally sensitive to the three words “Ancient Martial World,” but he didn’t probe any further.

Seeing that Brother Hu had only heard these few sentences, and what did it matter if the mysterious backer was from the Ancient Martial World?

As long as it had nothing to do with the car accident that involved his parents, it was of no concern to him whatsoever.

While listening to Brother Hu’s spiel, the auction officially commenced.

Of course, the prime beauties wouldn’t be the first to be auctioned off.

That part of the event, the main attraction at Yishun Auction House, was saved for last.

The earlier items, though unattainable with money in the open market, were of no use to Ye Chenfeng.

After going on for more than two hours, the auction finally came to today’s grand finale.

Suddenly, the white wall behind the auction stage started to move aside slowly, revealing a huge iron cage covered with black cloth.

The auctioneer pointed to the cage and said in a clear voice, “What’s inside this iron cage is today’s grand finale.

The beauty inside is truly exceptional, and she’s still untouched!

For those who want to savor her charms, pay attention.

The opening bid for this last item is three million.”

The auctioneer didn’t immediately announce the start but continued, “Everyone wants to see the goods before knowing their quality, so now let us lift the black cloth off the iron cage and reveal the true face of this peerless beauty!”

No sooner had his words finished than two burly men approached the cage, poised to lift the black cloth.

The people below who had come to participate in the auction held their breath in anticipation.

Most were waiting for this final moment, eyes unblinkingly fixed on the cage, each wanting to be the first to see the true face of the beauty inside the iron cage.