Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 641 - 246 Purple Ganoderma Monk’s Meat_2

At that moment, a voice came from the second floor again: "Ten million."

President Yang was furious: "They’re fighting me over this too?"

From Box Five, Leng Xingshuang raised her paddle: "This person is just too arrogant. Don’t they know the rules of the auction house?"

To prevent monopolization, the auction house had a rule that no individual could win more than three bids. After successfully winning three bidding rounds, one was prohibited from participating in further auctions.

Leng Shan shook his head, signaling her not to act impulsively.

Leng Xingshuang understood as well. This was practically handing money over to the Wei family; she wasn’t foolish enough to waste money like this.

"Grandfather, just what sort of background does Box Two have?"

Leng Xingshuang asked curiously.

Leng Shan sighed heavily and answered, "Do you know the Mei Fei Family?"

Leng Xingshuang nodded: "Of course I know. They’re a very famous international family. I heard they are filthy rich, with assets spanning the globe, even their own country’s politicians have to obey them without question."

"That man is the young heir of the Mei Fei Family."

Leng Xingshuang sneered: "So what? He’s not from Hua Country. Why should I fear him?"

Leng Shan remained silent. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Just moments ago, Xingshuang had said the Mei Fei family was obscenely wealthy, and for someone like their young heir, tens of millions were probably just pocket change.

If they truly went head-to-head with him, it would no doubt be highly troublesome.

Eventually, the seahorse artifact was auctioned off for ten million.

The subsequent items up for auction were all taken by Box Two, leaving the other attendees no opportunities to bid.

Cui Qi’s assistant cautiously asked, "Mr. Cui, isn’t this against the rules? Some guests are already complaining."

Cui Qi shot him a glare: "If Young Master Amos so much as lifts a finger, buying out Tianbao Pavilion entirely wouldn’t be a problem."

Just how rich the Mei Fei Family was, many people might not have a clear concept, but Cui Qi understood it well.

When compared to the international market, the domestic one obviously fell short, and when juxtaposed with the Mei Fei Family’s global empire, these local conglomerates were even more insignificant.

Even if the Leng Family stepped in, it wouldn’t matter. After all, the cutting-edge technology in the pharmaceutical industry still rested in the hands of those international financial giants. Without breakthroughs, there was no bargaining power.

What was unexpected, however, was the fact that this young heir of the Mei Fei Family—normally immersed in a life of lavish excess—was participating in this auction. Could it be he was planning to take an interest in the domestic pharmaceutical industry?

While Cui Qi’s thoughts swirled, the centerpiece artifact finally made its grand entrance amidst heightened anticipation.

Leng Xingshuang immediately sat up straight, clutching her polished paddle in hand.

The auctioneer eloquently introduced the Purple Ganoderma, detailing its origin and potent effects in meticulous detail. The guests had been restless, waiting for the legendary thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma.

Rumor had it that it could bring people back from the brink of death. A Ganoderma over a thousand years old—it practically seemed like it was about to evolve into a sentient being.

Such a precious item was encased in a vacuum-sealed glass container and carried onto the stage by four bodyguards. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the auctioneer ceremoniously lifted the red cloth covering it.

The venue erupted in gasps.

Perhaps it truly had "come to life"—the Purple Ganoderma shimmered with golden light, and as it caught the crowd’s gazes, an air of almost mystical allure surrounded it. Their eyes were filled with greed and longing.

"A thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma—starting bid, one hundred million."

The auctioneer announced the starting price.

Quite a few people joined in, raising their paddles for fun, and the price rapidly soared to five hundred million.

This item wasn’t just a life-saving treasure—it was one that ensured survival itself. The people sitting here were certainly not lacking money. Throwing billions at something like this only meant unimaginable returns.

It was said simply having it at home could bring good feng shui. Just sniffing it would prolong one’s life, let alone eating it.

The legendary Tang Monk’s flesh was a fantasy, but the Purple Ganoderma was tangible and right before their eyes.

Opportunities like this were fleeting—no one wanted to let it slip by. The participants raised their paddles feverishly, creating an electrifying atmosphere in the venue.

"Box Five, one billion."

The mechanical bid announcer from the second-floor booth called out.

The entire first floor instantly fell silent.

Everyone exchanged glances. Wasn’t the person in Box Five Mr. Leng himself?

After some deliberation, many lowered their paddles, though there were still a few bold ones willing to take the risk.

"One-point-one billion."

To top-tier billionaires, money was no longer money—it was a symbol. The thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma was a once-in-a-lifetime treasure, and no amount of money could seem excessive for it.

Leng Xingshuang signaled with a look, and the bid announcer raised their paddle: "One-point-two billion."

An extra hundred million, raised incrementally each time.

The Wei family representatives were certainly not sitting idle; they raised their paddles to bid higher.

Winning the Purple Ganoderma clearly wouldn’t be an easy feat.

"Grandfather, it’s already at two billion. Is the Wei family treating us like fools?"