Chapter 2638 — Ever New Peaks
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
What Tai Weiliang did not know was that had he truly placed it at the very end of the auction, it would certainly not have fetched such a price. The reason was simple: Zhao Qibing could not possibly wait until the end to bid. He would definitely secure something before the auction concluded.
Even if he did see Wei Zhao's item at the very end, having already acquired something else, he would never have bid five million outright. Even to curry favor with Wei Zhao, he would have offered no more than two or three million.
"Five million—the gentleman in seat 74 bids five million. Does anyone bid higher?" Tai Weiliang asked, full of anticipation. After all, Zhao Qibing had driven the price straight up to five million, and in his view this might well be a genuine treasure, in which case there would surely be competing bids. And the result satisfied him—because someone did bid again!
"Six million!" a voice rang out. That man was none other than Fatty Lai!
Wei Zhao had not expected that a handicraft he had casually put together would draw a bid of five million! Originally, the item had been meant for Fatty Lai to buy. Though Fatty Lai was not a businessman of East Sea City, he was from nearby Songshan City and headed a well-known enterprise, so his presence here was no surprise.
Fatty Lai, for his part, had not expected Zhao Qibing to bid first. But this was what Wei Zhao had instructed him to do beforehand—to buy up Wei Zhao's handicraft—so Fatty Lai made his bid all the same.
"Damn!" Zhao Qibing was dumbfounded. He had not expected anyone to contest him over such a worthless trinket! In his eyes, if this thing had not come from Wei Zhao, he would not have picked it up had it been tossed at his feet—let alone spend money on it.
But he had already called out his price. If he did not compete now, and later Wei Zhao took offense and declined to break his leg, he would be helpless! After all, Wei Zhao could simply tell the school that someone had asked him to break a leg—such a request was far too troublesome, and he could not do it.
And when that time came, the school would surely side with Wei Zhao. Breaking someone's leg was no longer within the scope of what one could reasonably do; it amounted to deliberate injury.
So Zhao Qibing kept bidding: "Eight million!"
To the hidden heir of the Zhao family's young master, such sums were pocket money. What mattered was whether he could master the Thousand Legs technique—and Old Master Zhao was thoroughly in favor of his endeavors, so money was no object.
Tai Weiliang was dumbstruck. There really were competing bids? Not only that, but Zhao Qibing had immediately topped them with a higher price? Was this thing truly so fine?
In truth, it was not only Tai Weiliang who was stunned—everyone present was. The bosses especially: among them were no few people of discerning eye, and yet none of them could see what was so wonderful about Wei Zhao's handicraft.
"Eight... eight million. Does anyone bid higher? The gentleman in seat 74 bids eight million..." Tai Weiliang came back to his senses and hastily asked.