Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 643 - 247 Immortal

When the price skyrocketed to fifteen billion, everyone realized that this was serious.

An invisible tension filled the air.

Even in the most extravagant circles of the antique world, prices this outrageous were unheard of.

The two key bidders refused to back down, yet both remained eerily composed.

This kind of composure was like tumultuous undercurrents beneath a tranquil surface—the calmer the waters, the greater the storm that would eventually break.

Everyone in the venue held their breath. The prominent figure in the private box on the second floor remained unseen, but the young man in white seated in a corner on the first floor was clearly visible.

He didn’t seem more than twenty years old, dressed in a meticulously tailored white suit, lounging lazily with legs too long to find a resting place.

Earlier, he had been sitting in the shadows of the corner, unnoticed by anyone. But as he challenged bids and gradually became the focus of the room, a spotlight illuminated him, revealing the boy’s features to the crowd.

The audience had witnessed Gu Bichen’s breathtaking brilliance and refined elegance before—he was the epitome of youthful perfection—but this boy was of an entirely different charisma, no less compelling.

And yet, despite such magnetic presence, no one in the room knew who he was.

It didn’t matter. After tonight, he would not remain unknown.

"Could he be President Wei’s son?"

"Wasn’t President Wei’s son always abroad? And besides, he doesn’t look like someone from the Wei family."

President Wei of Yuntian Pharmaceutical was a short and stout man, not particularly eye-pleasing, and his wife wasn’t known for her looks either. Even with a genetic anomaly, it was hard to imagine their son turning out this handsome.

"Then who is he?" This was the burning question on everyone’s mind.

"The Wei family’s appetite is far too greedy; aren’t they afraid of getting bloated?" Leng Xingshuang sneered.

Turning her head, she noticed her grandfather gazing downstairs in a certain direction, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Leng Xingshuang instinctively called out, "Grandpa, what are you looking at?"

Leng Shan stood up at once. "Stay here and wait for me."

With those words, he quickly strode off.

As soon as he stepped out, he encountered an assistant hurrying toward him, speaking in a low voice, "Mr. Leng, it’s Young Master Yun."

Leng Shan’s frown deepened. "That boy! He never lets anyone relax for a moment. Go tell him to stop immediately and to quit fooling around."

"Understood."

The assistant turned and briskly headed off.

Leng Shan hesitated for a moment before walking to the door of Box Two.

A black-suited bodyguard stood at the entrance, his eyes turning hostile the moment Leng Shan approached.

Speaking kindly, Leng Shan said, "I am Leng Shan. I have important business with Amos and hope you can convey the message."

Before the bodyguard could respond, a lazy voice drifted out from the room, "Mr. Leng, do come in."

The bodyguard opened the door and stepped aside.

Leng Shan cautiously walked in.

The first thing he saw was the boy’s dazzling golden hair, which gleamed almost blindingly under the lights.

The boy stood up and gestured toward the opposite seat, his manners impeccable. "Please have a seat, Mr. Leng."

Rumors painted this young master as outrageously arrogant and dismissive of others, and he indeed had the confidence and qualifications to act that way. Leng Shan had prepared himself to be ridiculed before coming here, but to his surprise, the other party’s attitude was unexpectedly... restrained.

Not particularly respectful, but not offensive either.

Leng Shan couldn’t fathom what the boy was playing at, so he opted to stay cautious for the moment.

"Master Amos..."

"Mr. Leng, you are a highly esteemed elder, someone I’ve long admired by reputation. Meeting you today proves your renown is not exaggerated. There is no need for such formality; please, just call me by my name."

Leng Shan: ...

What kind of game was this boy playing? The more polite he acted, the more unsettling it felt.

Meanwhile, on the auction floor below, the auctioneer’s clear voice echoed through the microphone, reaching every corner of the venue: "Sixteen billion, going once..."

The final bid had come from the young man in white.

Amos took a sip of tea and remarked coolly, "Continue."

The bid assistant standing by the window was like a heartless automaton, mechanically raising the paddle. "Seventeen billion."

The guests on the first floor were already numb.

The auctioneer’s voice, however, was brimming with excitement: "Seventeen billion, going once..."

The young man’s gaze lifted, meeting Leng Shan’s probing stare head-on.

The boy raised an eyebrow and then glanced at the white-clad youth downstairs who had raised the paddle again. "It seems that Mr. Leng has someone worthy to carry on his legacy."

Leng Shan’s expression remained calm, but inside, he was in turmoil.

He knew everything.

It seemed his influence in Hua Country ran even deeper than imagined.

"In that case, let’s put our cards on the table. This kind of bidding war benefits neither of us and only lets a third party reap the profits. Master Amos is a smart man—you must know the calculation that maximizes both our interests."

The boy picked up his tea. The serene smoke-gray glaze of the porcelain cup reflected his slender, jade-like fingers, exuding a quiet Zen that inexplicably tugged at the heartstrings.