Trillionaire's Slice of Life

At the Zeus Auction House's main branch in the Magic City, the grand auction hall resounded continuously with a loud voice.

"One hundred million for the first time"

One hundred million for the second time

One hundred million for the third timen/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Sold...

Congratulations to this gentleman, the Northern Song dynasty ceramic will be added to this gentleman's collection..."

On the exhibition stage, as the chief auctioneer, Zhang Feng was rarely so excited he could barely contain himself.

A ceramic piece with a low starting price of twenty million normally, if it could fetch seventy to eighty million, was considered a good outcome, but this time, someone immediately bid a hundred million, a full four times over the base, a price that was a rare achievement in recent auction history.

Naturally, as the chief auctioneer, Zhang Feng would also make his mark with this auctioned piece, and this was the cause of his excitement.

With the auctioneer's gavel striking down heavily, this round of bidding officially ended, and at the same time, a staff member walked towards Chu Mo's position.

As the staff member, dressed in a black suit, approached respectfully, Chu Mo pulled out the Centurion Black Gold Card from his jacket pocket under everyone's watchful eyes.

After casually handing it to the staff member and stating the password, the staff member performed the transfer with practiced ease, and in just a moment, the one hundred million transfer was complete.

When the staff member respectfully handed the Black Gold Card back to Chu Mo with both hands, it signaled the successful transaction, and the second and third generation heirs around, who were originally staring wide-eyed, were even more dumbstruck.

One hundred million, just like that, was spent right before their eyes - for these rich kids who used tens of thousands as pocket money and at most had a few hundred thousand in cash, this was definitely an unprecedented experience.

Now with the payment successful, after the auction ended, Chu Mo could go backstage to collect his Northern Song ceramic.

The sky-high bid of one hundred million pushed the atmosphere of the venue to a true climax, and at this point, seizing the moment, the auctioneer on stage spoke up again:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's continue, the next lot is also from an extraordinary origin, entrusted to us for auction by an overseas Chinese from America.

It is a painting scroll from the prosperous Tang dynasty, well-preserved... After our experts' appraisal, the starting bid for this painting is... fifteen million, and each bid must be no less than five hundred thousand, now, the bidding starts."

As the words of the middle-aged auctioneer fell, the back rows were again silent, but naturally, the elite magnates in the front row would not keep quiet; after a brief pause, a fifty-year-old elder was the first to raise his hand.

"Fifteen million, five hundred thousand."

"Sixteen million."

Consecutive bids once again heated up the atmosphere, and as the price for the painting scroll reached eighteen million, the venue entered another cooling period.

Of course, this was clearly not the final price for the painting, and during the auctioneer's second call, Lin Hongqiang, who had been silent before, made his move again.

"Twenty million."

Lin Hongqiang suddenly raised the price by two million, clearly determined to win this painting, several other magnates who were still interested in competing fell silent, and just as Lin Hongqiang was feeling self-satisfied, Chu Mo in the back row raised his hand directly.

"Fifty million."

...

"Damn, is this guy really that hardcore?" exclaimed a second-generation rich kid.

"That young man is so handsome, he's even outbidding those tycoons in front!" gushed a love-struck young girl with stars in her eyes.

"We're all from the third generation; why is the gap so big?" lamented a wealthy third-gen with envy.

In the midst of the whispered conversations filling the hall, the middle-aged auctioneer called out for the second time.

"Fifty million for the second time, any more bids?"

When the middle-aged auctioneer's speech ended, he looked towards the front row where a languid young man sat.

To his disappointment, the only heir of the Wu family, who might have bid, remained silent.

The auctioneer heaved a silent sigh and decided not to talk more, promptly knocking the gavel down.

"Fifty million for the third time, and this famous Tang dynasty painting also goes to this gentleman."

After Chu Mo handed the Black Gold Card to the increasingly respectful staff member next to him for the second time, the young man with the sword-like eyebrows in the front row suddenly turned his head again, smiling at Chu Mo before mouthing two words silently.

By the shape of the lips, those two words were definitely not pleasant.

Chu Mo, having just spent another fifty million, was not the least bit annoyed; he even nodded to the young man in the front row with a smile.

"Mr. Chu, you increased the bid too much at once, which made him realize this was a setup, so he didn't continue to bid. If you had increased your bid by a smaller margin each time, he might have taken the bait," Jiang Tao said hesitantly after a moment, amidst the murmuring crowd, cautiously advising him.

He thought Chu Mo's bid was meant to provoke the young man in the front to bid, drawing him to bid until a sky-high price was reached, then suddenly backing out to leave the other man to pay. But Chu Mo's bid was clearly too aggressive, raising it by twenty million at once, giving away his motive, and naturally, the other party wouldn't fall for it.

Chu Mo, expression unchanged and eyebrows slightly raised, knew the tall man by his side was worried about him but surely did not know his real intentions.

Without explaining, he simply said:

"I have my considerations."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tao, with a glint in his eyes, bowed his head slightly, and then remained silent.

The auction was nearly at its end, with the last items becoming increasingly valuable. After several more lots were auctioned, the auctioneer, with a slightly heightened voice, announced:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next lot is specially prepared for you, and now is the time to see the true place these ladies hold in the hearts of the gentlemen at their side."