Chapter 33

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“40 million!”

Lin Cheng shocked the audience with the price.

40 million for an herb?

Some people couldn’t believe that this herb was so valuable. Although it was said that it was a magical drug, there wasn’t such a thing in the world, it was just a money making gimmick.

“41 million!” Lan Anran said loudly, her voice neither servile nor overbearing.

“Raise that to 80 million!” Mo Jinrong replied calmly.

“Master Rong, what exactly are you going to use this for? Does it require so much money?”

Mo San frowned.

“What’s with all the nonsense? Just raise the price,” Mo Jinrong said impatiently.

“80 million!” Mo San shouted towards the stage.

The audience exploded. An herb was raised to 80 million… It wasn’t a price anyone could match.

Damn it!

Lin Cheng had already gotten several treasures, but if this went on, he would be broke.

“Young Master Lin, we really don’t have that much money,” the little assistant braved himself and reminded him.

“I know, I don’t need you to remind me!” Lin Cheng replied impatiently.

“85 million!”

Lan Anran raised the card, causing Lin Cheng to start to panic.

“90 million!”

The person upstairs raised the price and the audience exclaimed.

“Goodness!”

“I wonder who this wealthy person is?”

“Is this an auction or a competition?”

Lan Anran started to feel uneasy, she frowned and looked at the person upstairs.

Which b*stard is competing with me??

Since he wants to play, I’ll play with him!

“1 billion!” Lan Anran said casually and the audience exploded. This was the first time that Liu Xiang Ge had sold more than one item above 1 billion. This was quite the rare occasion!

“Crazy, crazy! 1 billion? Master Rong, does Zhaolei not know how much money his family has?” Mo San asked in shock.

“Although Zhao Lei’s family has a mining factory, can he take out 1 billion so easily? Are mine owners so rich?”

Mo Jinrong frowned.

Lin Cheng was powerless at this moment, he didn’t dare to raise the price anymore. It didn’t matter how rich he was, he couldn’t stand the fight.

“Who is he? He dares to speak so arrogantly? I know everyone in Rong City that can come up with 1 billion yuan, who is this prodigal son?” he glanced at Lan Anran and asked in confusion.

“He must be the son of a mine owner, but I never knew a mine owner could be so rich. Perhaps it’s a diamond mine?” the little assistant asked enviously.

“The son of a mine owner? He really doesn’t know his own ability. He’s going to be in trouble if he can’t fork up the money.”

The Liu Xiang Pavilion wasn’t a place anyone could just come and go. If he couldn’t afford to pay, he would be bankrupt and would even have to sell his organs. The mine owner might not even get 1 billion yuan after selling the mine!

Lin Cheng thought with great disdain how there were so many people pretending to be cool and rich these days.

“1 billion, once! 1 billion, twice! Anyone going to raise the price?” the host asked.

“1.5 billion!”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Upstairs, Mo San trembled when he spoke. Were they really going to spend so much money on an herb?

Lan Anran continued to increase the price without batting an eyelid, completely unaware of the ringing from her cellphone.

“2 billion!”

What?

“2 billion? Did I hear that wrong? How frightening!” a woman beside her exclaimed in shock.

“Is Zhao Lei crazy? The Liu Xiang Pavilion wouldn’t forgive him if he doesn’t have enough money,” Mo San said in shock.

“2.5 billion! Let me teach that ignorant fool!” Mo Jinrong said teasingly, and his lips lifted into an evil smile.

“2.5 billion!” Mo San shouted.

Lan Anran frowned, wondering if he would ever stop.

Her card didn’t have such money.

Lan Anran raised the sign again.

“Sorry, I’m asking for a break!”

“This gentleman is asking for a break, so let’s take a five-minute break!” the host declared.

Lan Anran stood up and walked towards the private room and said respectfully, “Sorry, I am determined to get this fennel, I hope you will let me have it.”

It was silent for a long time.

“Sir, I really need the fennel herb, I hope that you will give it to me,” Lan Anran said again.

Mo Jinrong found the voice familiar, as though he had heard it before. He frowned.

“Sorry, let’s compete fairly. This is an auction, how can there be comity? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the higher bidder getting the item. If you want it, let’s compete.”

At this point, Lan Anran had nothing more to say. Since he wanted to compete, she would go all out. This fennel was hers, regardless of what it took.

She turned away angrily and returned to her position to sit down.

“Don’t you find that voice familiar?” Mo Jinrong asked.

“It sounded like… Like Lan Anran’s voice.”

Mo San was suddenly enlightened and Mo Jinrong suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at the person in front in disbelief. That voice and figure did indeed resemble Lan Anran!

But this is the Liu Xiang Pavilion, the security and secrecy is both extremely strict. How did she get in??