It was said that Sanlin Heavy Industry was very overbearing in the industry, and they kept some thugs. Anyone who opposed them would make their lives difficult!
In short, their influence was immense, far beyond being merely rich.
"Very well, I'll give you ten seconds to consider, or it'll be too late even if you beg for mercy on your knees!"
"Hahaha... Nineteen, eight, seven... one! Time's up, what are you going to do about it?"
Liu Zhenhan roared with laughter, quickly counting down ten seconds.
Others also laughed and shook their heads.
Everyone present was either rich or noble, and who didn't have a distinguished status?
Did he really think he, from some unknown family, could threaten people?
He was too naive. This kind of person needed a harsh lesson.
Seeing this, someone quickly shouted, "I'll bid twelve million as well!"
Wen Qiang's face was extremely grim.
However, this scene was not unexpected.
He nodded, then took out his phone: "Within one minute, I want Sanlin Heavy Industry to apologize with its death!"
His voice was not low, and those who heard him directly shook their heads.
Where did this idiot come from, daring to threaten someone from Sanlin Heavy Industry like this?
Who did he think he was?
Liu Zhenhan pointed at Wen Qiang and said, "Kid, I don't even know whose subordinate you are! Otherwise, I'd make you eat shit until you die! The last person who spoke to me like that is still floating in some cesspool, undiscovered!"
Wen Qiang sneered and did not respond.
Seeing the palpable tension between the two, the bidding and the pace of the auction slowed considerably.
One minute passed quickly, and the price of the protective artifact had already reached eighty million.
At this moment, Liu Zhenhan, who had a relaxed expression, suddenly received a call.
As he answered, his face suddenly changed: "What? He is..."
"This, this..."
Wen Qiang sneered, not surprised by this turn of events.
Did they really think that the ancient families no longer involved themselves in worldly affairs?
That would be a grave mistake.
Ancient families, by definition, possessed influence beyond ordinary comprehension, and even while remaining aloof, they manipulated various large conglomerates.
Someone like Liu Zhenhan was merely a minor player in his eyes.
"Young Master Wen, I was wrong, please give me a chance!"
Liu Zhenhan suddenly fell to his knees before Wen Qiang, his voice filled with despair.
The crowd was stunned.
This was Liu Zhenhan of Sanlin Heavy Industry!
And he was kneeling before Wen Qiang.
Who exactly was this Wen Qiang?
Only then did everyone realize Wen Qiang's extraordinary nature, and they were greatly shocked.
"I'll give you three seconds to apologize with your death!" Wen Qiang said indifferently.
He had to use Liu Zhenhan to establish his authority!
Otherwise, it wouldn't achieve the desired effect.
The phone call he made had already consumed a considerable amount of his favor.
Favors were to be used strategically, so he would not let Liu Zhenhan off easily.
"You..."
Liu Zhenhan's face was ashen!
Then, to everyone's surprise, he pulled a switchblade from his pocket and violently slashed it across his own throat.
With a muffled thud, Liu Zhenhan's blood sprayed out.
"This..."
The crowd was aghast.
They all looked at Wen Qiang in fear.
What kind of terrifying power was this?
One phone call had driven Liu Zhenhan to commit suicide on the spot!
It was terrifying!
This was beyond their comprehension.
Even if some of them could kill Liu Zhenhan, they would do so discreetly.
Making Liu Zhenhan willingly commit suicide was something they had never imagined.
At that moment, everyone finally understood the power of the ancient families, and their gazes toward Wen Qiang were filled with dread.
Especially those who had participated in the bidding were almost scared to wet themselves.
The auction was immediately halted.
Wen Qiang stood up and casually swept his gaze across the crowd: "I hope some people understand the consequences of offending me! Let this be the last time!"
"I bid eighty-one million!"
Now, with his bid, no one dared to participate in the auction.
"I didn't expect an auction of ancient cultivation techniques to attract some ancient families. How remarkable!" Yu Zhongfu sighed.
However, he did not participate in the bidding.
As the crowd remained silent, Xiao Ding, on stage, grew anxious.
A permanent protective artifact could fetch several hundred million in Pingcheng, and now it was only selling for eighty million, which was too low!
But as the auctioneer, he couldn't say anything.
"Chen Jie, what should we do?" Wang Xiaoyan asked Chen Jie worriedly.
She didn't want Chen Jie to suffer a loss: "If it doesn't work out, I'll raise the bid!"
Chen Jie smiled: "No need, I have my own arrangements."
Seeing Chen Jie's confidence, Wang Xiaoyan didn't say anything more.
"Since no one else is participating in the auction, should we now announce the sale?" Wen Qiang provocatively glanced at Chen Jie and then looked at Xiao Ding on stage, his gaze pressing.
Xiao Ding looked troubled.
But with so many eyes watching, he couldn't say anything.
He gritted his teeth and raised his hammer, about to bring it down.
"Wait! I'll bid one hundred million!"
From a corner, a young man lazily raised his paddle.
Wen Qiang turned his head, his expression extremely grim, and looked at the bidder: "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Why should I tell you? So you can use your connections to threaten me? I'm not that foolish!" the young man said with a chuckle.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
That's right!
As long as they didn't reveal their identity, it would be fine.
After all, the rules of Peaceful Mountain Villa prohibited any fighting here.
As long as Wen Qiang didn't know their identity, he couldn't do anything to them.
"Very good, you are very smart, but I will know your identity!" Wen Qiang said indifferently: "One hundred and one million!"
The crowd hesitated.
The young man sneered: "What ancient hidden family? I think they're ancient paupers! Only increasing the bid by a million, it's pathetic! If you're broke, this young master can give you a million!"
"I bid two hundred million!"
The young man declared.
"You're looking for death!"
Wen Qiang clenched his fists, his eyes filled with killing intent.
He didn't know the other party's identity.
He had no people here, so he couldn't investigate the other party's background for the moment.
His face turned extremely ugly.
Had the favor he just used gone to waste?
Seeing that he couldn't do anything to this young man, someone else suddenly bid again: "Three hundred million!"
Wen Qiang's face became even more grim.
"Four hundred million!"
The youth shouted.
With successive bids, the price of the protective artifact quickly reached twelve hundred million.
But Wen Qiang said nothing more.
Seeing this, Gu Yue looked at Chen Jie in surprise.
Among the crowd, she was one of the clearer-headed individuals, knowing that some auctions would use insiders to drive up prices to prevent items from being sold too cheaply.
She hadn't expected Chen Jie to have already considered this.
The young man had stopped bidding long ago.
Wen Qiang's subsequent bids were meaningless.
Because this price was no longer low.
If he were to buy it, it would be equivalent to Chen Jie earning money from him.
This went against his original intention.