kvmb Chapter 405 The Aircraft is in Hand
Chapter 405 The Aircraft is in Hand
"Daughter, have you asked enough? Can Daddy finish here?"
Wen Qilin's voice was full of helplessness.
Actually, he and Luo Chunian have always had a very focused focus.
His main concern was whether he could buy a flying machine, while Luo Chunian was concerned about whether he could exchange the flying machine for a pseudo Foundation Establishment Pill.
So, one person wants to buy the flying vehicle from the other, and the other wants to buy the pills from the other—isn't that a win-win situation?
The talks went very smoothly, with neither side trying to deceive the other. They spoke frankly and directly, avoiding the deceit and back-and-forth typical of business dealings.
Originally, Wen Qilin had a fake Foundation Establishment Pill in his possession, and this transaction could have been completed quickly. However, he saw Wenwen chatting happily with the Luo family girl in the corner.
Thinking he could give his daughter more time to talk to her, he managed to stall Luo Chunian for half an hour.
Seeing that his patience was wearing thin and he was about to lose all ability to negotiate, he finally sent a telepathic message to Wenwen.
"Father, that's enough. You can agree to the deal now."
Wenwen replied, "I'll end the conversation right away."
Wen Qilin didn't want to waste a second and simply said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, let's stop here. How about we have Patriarch Chu witness this deal?"
"Yes, yes," Luo Chunian said.
Next, the head of the Chu family, as a witness, facilitated the deal.
Each of the three gained something, all three parties benefited, and everyone was happy.
"Patriarch Wen, Fellow Daoist Luo, are you two still going to the auction?" Patriarch Chu asked.
"Go!" they all said in unison.
Immediately afterwards, the head of the Chu family summoned two junior members of the Chu family to lead their respective people back to their private rooms.
......
Once everyone returned to the private room and sat down,
I just happened to hear the host mention the words "fake Foundation Building Pill".
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and those with purchasing power or families all focused intently on the small elixir bottle on the display stand.
If eyes could ignite, this elixir bottle would have been reduced to dust long ago, thanks to the focus of thousands of eyes.
Chu Jiawan held up the pill bottle, tapped it slightly, and said, "This is the pseudo Foundation Establishment Pill that everyone has been eagerly awaiting. There is only one pill available today. I won't go into its effects here. The only requirement is that it is best for people who are free from hidden or internal injuries to take this pill. So, fellow cultivators who want to buy it, please consider carefully. The opportunity is in your hands."
Upon hearing that there was only one, some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while others cursed with dark faces. In short, there were praises and criticisms, joys and angers; all aspects of life were presented at this moment.
Ignoring the commotion in the room, Chu Jiawan announced the starting price: "The starting price for the fake Foundation Establishment Pill is 50,000 spirit stones per pill, and each bid must be at least 2,000 spirit stones higher."
The atmosphere in the room instantly became lively. Chu Jiawan looked around and, sensing everyone's anticipation, parted her thin lips slightly, "Begin the bidding."
Before the words had even finished, a cultivator hurriedly shouted out a bid, "I'll offer 60,000 spirit stones."
Beep! This guy has no sportsmanship; he raised the price so high that it jumped to 60,000 in no time.
"I'll offer 70,000 spirit stones," someone else countered.
"Seventy-two thousand."
"Seventy-eight thousand."
"Eighty-eight thousand."
"One hundred thousand spirit stones."
The successive bids made the Wen family truly appreciate the cultivators' fervor for Foundation Establishment Pills.
At this moment, Wenwen heard Wen Chengfeng transmit his voice to her: "Little sister, your fourth brother also wants to learn alchemy. Can you teach me? Pills are a good way to make money. I want to make money, I want to focus on making money, little sister—"
That drawn-out ending note is truly unique.
Just imagine, a young man going through puberty trying to be cute with you, what a terrifying sound that would be!
Unfortunately, Wenwen had just picked up her water glass and taken a sip when this terrifying sound suddenly appeared.
Cough, cough, cough.
"Ouch, you choked! The water's too hot!" Chu Yiren hurriedly patted her back.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The sound wasn't quiet!
Girl, it would have been better if you hadn't taken the picture; the more you did, the more she choked.
Wenwen caught her breath, glanced at Wen Chengfeng, and returned his look.
He then turned around, ripped off the iron hand on her back, and pulled it close to his eyes for a closer look.
"What kind of palm technique are you practicing? Iron Sand Palm? How can it be so powerful?"
"Oh, it's too heavy? Let's try again, I'll be gentler," Chu Yiren said with a laugh.
"No, I can't bear it." Wenwen dodged someone's iron claws.
The two girls, one dodging and the other tickling, giggled incessantly.
The laughter in the private room never stopped, and the price gouging outside didn't stop either.
"123,000 spirit stones."
"125,000 spirit stones."
"I'll offer 130,000."
With prices soaring to over 100,000, the bidding finally subsided slightly.
However, there are still two voices pushing the price up.
"132,000 spirit stones."
"135,000 spirit stones."
"137,000 spirit stones."
"140,000 spirit stones."
The younger voice seemed to be mocking the older voice, raising the price by three thousand each time.
Finally, the old man roared, "I'll offer 150,000 spirit stones!"
A roar accompanied by a surge of spiritual pressure spread out, but before the old man's spiritual pressure could leave the private room, an even larger and more majestic spiritual pressure immediately enveloped the old man's private room.
"Fellow Daoist, the auction is a fair competition. You must not do anything that damages your own image or disrupt the order of the Chu family's auction. Please be aware of this, otherwise please leave the venue."
Knowing he was in the wrong, the old man quickly withdrew his spiritual pressure.
All of this was done quietly, and no one knew about the competition in the private rooms.
When the price of 150,000 spirit stones was announced, a collective gasp rippled through the auction hall.
hiss!hiss!hiss!
If it were a pitch-black room, people might have thought they had entered a snake pit, but luckily it was as bright as day.
The host, Chu Jiawan, waited a few moments before asking, "Are there any fellow Daoists willing to raise the bid?"
There was silence.
The host could only begin announcing the numbers, "150,000 spirit stones per round."
After three breaths, no one bid, so the price was announced again: "150,000 spirit stones for two bids."
After waiting for three more breaths, the gavel struck once. "150,000 spirit stones three times. Congratulations to the fellow Daoist who made the final bid. After the auction, please proceed to the settlement hall. The Chu family will then conduct the final confirmation and settlement with you."
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In a secluded private room on the top floor of the auction hall.
"Third Grandfather, the fake Foundation Establishment Pill has fallen into the hands of the Ma family. What do you think about the final position of city lord...?" the Chu family head asked.
"Young man Yue, there's always a way out. Besides, don't you still have your fourth grandfather? What's the rush?"
The third patriarch of the Chu family remained calm and continued, "When dealing with the Wen family in the future, you must find the right balance. Don't be too obsequious, and don't have too many selfish motives. I think this family has great potential!"
“Especially…” The Third Ancestor paused here.
"What is it?" asked the head of the Chu family.