Chapitre 222: Cash Cow
"211,000 lower-grade spirit stones."
Mo Qingkuang's bid stunned everyone. This gentleman, who had previously appeared so wealthy, suddenly seemed to restrain himself.
Was it because he was running out of money? Or did he feel that the Dragon Saliva Grass was overpriced and not worth it?
Niao Niao hesitated a bit before announcing, "VIP 108 bids 211,000. Is there a higher bid?"
Lin Yang felt a bit happy when he heard this. Maybe it was really because the other party was short on money?
He quickly called out, "220,000!"
If the opponent was indeed running low on funds, he could pressure them by raising the bid by tens of thousands, forcing them to give up early.
"VIP 857 bids 220,000!"
A new bidder had appeared, and Niao Niao's voice was more sincere than when she announced Mo Qingkuang's bid.
In the box, Mo Qingkuang coldly smiled, "221,000."
Lin Yang was not surprised. Since the other party still wanted to compete, he decided to hit them hard.
"250,000!"
His bid scared off many guests who were still trying their luck, causing them to swallow their bids.
This VIP 857 in the hall might be some nouveau riche.
250,000 lower-grade spirit stones for a Dragon Saliva Grass already exceeded its value by twenty-five percent, which many people couldn't accept.
"250,000 lower-grade spirit stones! VIP 857 bids 250,000 lower-grade spirit stones!" Niao Niao's excitement was barely concealed.
Mo Qingkuang's smile grew wider. Did Lin Yang think he could scare him off with a sudden high bid? Did he think he had no money?
"Bid 251,000."
Hearing Mo Qingkuang's bid, the crowd had strange expressions.
Wasn't this just to disgust people?
If they previously thought that VIP 108 might be lowering the bid increment due to a lack of funds, now that VIP 857 had increased by 30,000, it was clearly to dissuade him, and yet he still added only a thousand. This was purely to irritate him!
Lin Yang wasn't a fool. He quickly realized that VIP 108 wasn't out of money; he just wanted to disgust him.
"Teacher, what should we do? Should we keep bidding?" Lin Yang couldn't help but ask in his mind.
His entire wealth was just over 300,000. He felt that even if he bid 300,00, the other party might still counter with 301,000 just to spite him.
The Saint Alchemist was puzzled. The other party was clearly trying to irritate Lin Yang, but who could be Lin Yang's enemy in the Blue Flame Empire?
During this period, Lin Yang had been low-key, building a substantial network through his alchemist identity and selling many good items.
Logically, he shouldn't have any enemies.
There were only two possibilities: either someone from Tianxuan recognized Lin Yang, which was highly unlikely, or VIP 108 was a rich and powerful playboy who took pleasure in annoying people.
After pondering for a moment, the Saint Alchemist said, "Continue bidding. Even if we can't win, let's make that kid spend more money unnecessarily!"
"If necessary, we'll have to resort to extreme measures."
Lin Yang nodded, coldly glancing at the box where VIP 108 was. If that's the case, then don't blame me!
Deliberately showing anger, Lin Yang shouted, "300,000 lower-grade spirit stones!"
Mo Qingkuang, upon realizing VIP 857 was Lin Yang, stood by the magic mirror, staring intently at Lin Yang's position.
At this moment, Lin Yang was casting a cold gaze over. Although his appearance was somewhat disguised, Mo Qingkuang was certain that it was Lin Yang.
Through the magic mirror, Mo Qingkuang looked into those cold eyes and his smile grew more sinister: "301,000."
'Lin Yang, you want to deliberately drive up the price so I spend more money? Fine, I'll play along! As long as you don't get it, even a million is worth it!'
Hearing Lin Yang and Mo Qingkuang's successive bids, the crowd realized that these two were genuinely at odds. Today, this Dragon Saliva Grass might fetch an astronomical price!
But just as they were waiting to see the spectacle, Lin Yang suddenly snorted coldly, "Damn it! Fool with too much money, I don't want it anymore!"
Lin Yang's sudden withdrawal caught everyone off guard. They hadn't expected this VIP 857 to swallow his pride and pull back just in time.
It seemed he still retained some sanity. A Dragon Saliva Grass with a market price of only 200,000 had been driven up to 300,000, which was already a very outrageous price.
"VIP 108 bids 301,000. Any higher bids?"
"301,000 going once!"
"301,000 going twice!"
"Any more bids?"
"301,000 three times! Sold! Let's congratulate VIP 108!"
Seeing Lin Yang give up, Niao Niao felt slightly disappointed, but mostly satisfied.
In the end, the Dragon Saliva Grass fell into Mo Qingkuang's hands. The auction house staff went on stage to take the Dragon Saliva Grass and prepared to deliver it to Mo Qingkuang's box to complete the transaction.
Niao Niao signaled for the next item, a treasure-grade broadsword, to be brought up.
Neither Mo Qingkuang nor Lin Yang showed any interest, leaving it for others to contest.
The auction house staff worked quickly, and soon enough, someone knocked on Mo Qingkuang's box door.
A formally dressed middle-aged man, accompanied by two assistants carrying a transparent container with the Dragon Saliva Grass, entered Mo Qingkuang's box.
"Sir, hello, I am Huo Qun, the steward of the Chiyan Auction House. This is the Dragon Saliva Grass you purchased, valued at 301,000 lower-grade spirit stones." The middle-aged man smiled warmly at Mo Qingkuang.
This high-priced transaction had brought significant profit to the auction house.
Auction house profits generally come in two modes: one where the seller consigns their items, and the auction house takes a five to eight percent commission from the final price. The other is where the seller sets a price, and if deemed appropriate by the auction house, they buy the item, sell it themselves, and keep all the proceeds.
This Dragon Saliva Grass fell into the latter category.
Huo Qun looked at Mo Qingkuang as if he were a cash cow.
Mo Qingkuang casually took out 301,000 lower-grade spirit stones from his Spatial Ring, piling them into a small mountain in the box: "Here's 301,000, the extra is for your trouble."
"Oh, thank you for your generosity!" Huo Qun's face blossomed with a smile. His fingers quickly moved, easily separating out exactly one thousand stones from the pile.
Mo Qingkuang glanced over, a bit surprised—exactly one thousand, no more, no less! This Huo Qun was quite something.
Then he nonchalantly stored the Dragon Saliva Grass in his Ring.
He wasn't an alchemist and had no research on medicines. He bought the Dragon Saliva Grass solely to prevent Lin Yang from getting it.
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