OFR – Chapter 65 The Young Master Is Unrivaled in the World 1

Because almost everyone’s attention was focused on the stunning Datang Fengyu, no one noticed this figure entering.

Mu Bai entered Box 6, sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it while waiting for the auction to begin.

At that moment, the audience was still marvelling at the Datang Fengyu for a few minutes before the young female auctioneer on stage began her introduction with a soft voice: “I believe everyone is familiar with the item I am holding. Yes, as you might have guessed, this is the legendary phoenix that descended to Earth—an authentic ultra-rare Datang Fengyu. The consignor is the family of Elder Nan, whom many of you should know.”

Almost everyone present was familiar with the renowned Elder Nan, a legendary figure in the flower and plant industry in Jianghai Province.

Elder Nan was famous for his three rare flowers, a well-known fact among those in the Jianghai Province flower industry.

These flowers were the legendary Datang Fengyu, the uniquely rare Tianyi Lotus, and the Ghost Orchid, of which only one existed in the entire Jianghai Province.

For flower enthusiasts, owning these three rare flowers was one of life’s greatest pleasures, and no one would willingly put them up for auction.

However, unforeseen circumstances occurred, and just a few days ago, Elder Nan passed away.

Although his family didn’t want to auction the flowers, they lacked the expertise to care for such rare plants, which left them no choice but to auction them at the Nanjing Flower Exhibition and Auction.

This was the reason why the elite of the Jianghai Province flower industry had gathered here today.

The female auctioneer remained on stage, continuing to provide a detailed introduction of the Datang Fengyu.

After two or three minutes, she finally stopped and softly said, “That concludes the introduction. Now it’s time for the auction. The starting bid for the ultra-rare Datang Fengyu is 12 million yuan, and each increment must be at least 1 million yuan.”

As soon as her voice fell, dozens of people raised their bidding paddles, and even from the second-floor private boxes, bidding chimes sounded!

Despite the terrifying starting price of tens of millions, the bidders remained abundant.

“Mr. No. 268 on the first floor bids 13 million!”

“Ms. No. 29 on the first floor bids 14 million!”

“Mr. Zhang from No. 88 on the first floor bids 15 million!”

…

Amid the continuous paddle raising and chimes, the price of the ultra-rare Datang Fengyu soared and quickly surpassed the 20 million mark!

After breaking through the $20 million barrier, the first-floor bidders gradually stopped. Some looked at the Datang Fengyu with regret.

Indeed, while the participants in this exhibition auction were industry elites, the $20 million price tag was beyond what many could afford.

Most attendees knew their limits; they came to witness the three legendary flowers and perhaps auction or exhibit some of their own prized plants.

After all, in this hall, only about a hundred people had assets exceeding $20 million, and perhaps only those in the thirty-something private boxes on the second floor were able to bid with more than $20 million in liquid assets.

Now, all the bidders on the first floor had withdrawn from the auction, leaving only the bidding chimes from the second-floor private boxes.

Each box had an attendant standing in front to call out bids on behalf of the occupants to avoid any confusion with the chimes, ensuring the auctioneer heard the bids clearly.

“Ms. Han Mengyun from Box 10, representing Fengyun Exhibition Hall, bids 21 million!”

“Mr. Zhang Wen from Box 15, representing Jingtian Exhibition Hall, bids 22 million!”

“Mr. Anonymous from Box 32, Mr. Qilin, bids 23 million!”

“Ms. Anonymous from Box 18, Ms. Qingshui Danya, bids 24 million!”

…

With each attendant announcing bids, the price quickly reached $25 million.

After reaching this price, the increase began to slow, and a few minutes later, when the price hit 27 million, the auction hall fell into a lull with no further bids.

After all, 27 million was already close to the market price of an ultra-rare Datang Fengyu, and 30 million was considered the ceiling.

At this point, the young auctioneer on stage softly said, “Mr. Zhang Wen from Box 15, representing Jingtian Exhibition Hall, bids 27 million. Is there a higher bid?”

After a few seconds of silence with no new bids, the auctioneer was about to ask again when the chime of a bidding bell rang through the hall.

“Ding!”

The sound came from Box 24. 

“Mr. Wang Yunqing from Yi Hua Trading Company, Box 24, bids 28 million!”

Before anyone could react, another bid chime sounded.

“Mr. Wang Yunqing from Yi Hua Trading Company, Box 24, bids 29 million!”

The chime continued!

“Mr. Wang Yunqing from Yi Hua Trading Company, Box 24, bids 30 million!”

“Ding!”

“Mr. Wang Yunqing from Yi Hua Trading Company, Box 24, bids 31 million!”

“Ding!”

“Mr. Wang Yunqing from Yi Hua Trading Company, Box 24, bids 32 million!”

…

In quick succession, there were five bidding chimes!

A total increase of 5 million yuan!

In an instant, the price of the ultra-rare Datang Fengyu skyrocketed beyond its market value, causing a buzz of murmurs throughout the auction hall.

“Who is this person? Raising the bid by $5 million at once—that kind of confidence and wealth is rare.”

“Just a lackey from Yi Hua Trading!”

“What kind of company is Yi Hua Trading?”

“They’re a foreign trade company that profits from selling rare plants. Rumor has it that they had something to do with Elder Nan’s death.”

“Rumors? It’s a fact. Yi Hua Trading tried to buy Elder Nan’s three rare flowers, but Elder Nan refused them coldly, knowing they intended to export them abroad. He even scolded them for being traitors to their country. In retaliation, Yi Hua Trading hired internet trolls to spread malicious rumors about Elder Nan online and harass him with prank calls. At 90 years old, Elder Nan was deeply concerned about his reputation and couldn’t handle such vile tactics, falling seriously ill before passing away a few days ago.”

“Are we really going to let such a company take Elder Nan’s rare flowers?”

“No choice. This price has already exceeded the market limit. I doubt anyone on the second floor is willing to spend a few million more.”

…

Meanwhile, inside Box 24.

A man in his late twenties sat on the sofa, listening to the commotion outside. He smiled indifferently.

This was Wang Yunqing, the general manager of Yi Hua Trading.

His pretty and cute secretary, who was peeling sunflower seeds for him, asked with some confusion, “Mr. Wang, why did you raise the bid by 5 million all at once? You could’ve increased it by just 1 million.”

Wang Yunqing didn’t bother explaining.

He stood up from the sofa, opened the door to the box, and stepped out onto the balcony.

Gazing at the hostile glares directed at him from all around the hall, he chuckled softly, then raised his voice, saying, “Since no one else is bidding, thank you all for graciously allowing me to win.”

His voice rang out arrogantly across the hall.

Many in the audience felt indignant, but there was nothing they could do. Even those in the second-floor boxes remained silent.

After all, most of them were worth no more than 300 or 400 million yuan, with only 30 or 40 million in liquid assets. They weren’t in a position to casually bid millions.

“Heh.”

Wang Yunqing’s sneer echoed through the hall.

This sneer only deepened the crowd’s frustration.

Just when the atmosphere in the hall was at its tensest, a voice suddenly emerged from the previously unnoticed Box 6, breaking the silence.

It was a calm yet cold voice.

“Attendant, light the lamp!”

The voice wasn’t loud, but the hall was so quiet that everyone heard it clearly.

“Light the lamp? What a joke, what’s there to light?” 

Wang Yunqing found the remark amusing, but his laughter quickly froze, replaced by shock. He stared in disbelief toward Box 6.

He wasn’t the only one. Everyone in the hall turned to look at Box 6 with shock and disbelief as if their ears were playing tricks on them.

What did the voice from Box 6 just say?

The attendant in front of Box 6 was also stunned by the remarks.

A few seconds later, perhaps due to the lack of response, the cold voice in Box 6 repeated with a sharper tone, “Attendant, light the Heavenly Lamp!”

Though the voice wasn’t loud, at that moment, it was deafening throughout the hall!