Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 644 - 247 Changsheng_2

Leng Shan’s gaze swept across the jade-like fingers, as if something flashed through his mind but vanished before he could grasp it.

The young man lowered his eyes to sip his tea, every movement exuding elegance ingrained deep within his bones.

"It doesn’t matter. A thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma is a rare encounter. If there’s one thing I don’t lack, it’s money—I can’t spend it all."

If anyone else had said this, it would certainly infuriate listeners, but coming from this young man, one couldn’t refute it.

Given his wealth, throwing away a few tens of billions would be effortless.

"But if there’s a win-win solution, why not go for it?"

The young man pushed a cup of tea toward Leng Shan. "Old Sir Leng has said so much—have some tea to soothe your throat."

It was clear he had little interest in the so-called win-win approach he mentioned.

Leng Shan turned his head to look downstairs. After his assistant spoke, the white-clad young man slowly raised his eyes, glancing in Leng Shan’s direction.

The window was made of one-way glass; those inside could clearly see out, but outsiders couldn’t see in.

Yet, the young man’s gaze seemed to pierce through the glass, sending chills down one’s spine.

The corners of the youth’s lips curved slightly upward as he raised his bidding sign once more.

Opposite him, the blond young man chuckled softly. "Looks like someone didn’t appreciate the kindness."

Leng Shan’s eyes grew solemn. "As far as I know, young master Amos acquired a domestic pharmaceutical company two months ago. This company is researching a new traditional Chinese medicine processing method aimed at reducing toxicity and enhancing efficacy. Meanwhile, the Leng family has an ancestral, unique processing secret manual. If young master Amos is willing to give up the company, I’m willing to share the secret manual in its entirety. The enormous business potential in this is far beyond the mere hundreds of billions at stake. What does young master Amos think?"

The young man arched an eyebrow and threw a smiling glance at Leng Shan. For some reason, that look tightened Leng Shan’s nerves.

He discreetly observed Amos.

Amos was a successful investor; he ought to understand the massive business prospects in play. How could he overlook the watermelon to pick up the sesame seed?

"Willing to use a family secret manual safeguarded for hundreds of years to trade—seems like this Purple Ganoderma is even more valuable than I imagined."

The young man’s lips curled into a smirk, his sapphire-blue eyes profound and captivating.

Unwittingly, one could lose themselves in this Da Hai-like depth.

"Old Sir Leng, do you take me for a fool?"

The auctioneer announced a bid of 18 billion.

Leng Shan’s heart turned cold.

He carefully studied the young man before him. He was too young—he seemed even younger than Leng Shan’s own troublesome granddaughter, yet carried a composed air of authority that spoke of long-standing power, calculated and unshakable.

He was anything but foolish—his brilliance was excessive.

Unless Leng Shan revealed his trump card, there might never be another opportunity.

He decided to gamble.

"Name your terms."

The young man shook his head with a smile. "Old Sir Leng, what terms could you possibly offer that would move me?"

For someone so young yet already at the apex of the wealth pyramid, what in the world could still captivate him?

"Immortality."

Two light words seemed to freeze the entire world in place.

The wealthy all fear death, especially those whose fortunes rival nations.

They lacked for nothing, yet they dreaded death alone.

The young man paused, then laughed as if he’d heard a good joke.

Leng Shan was unhurried, patiently explaining. "A thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma can only extend life; it cannot grant immortality. Even if young master Amos obtains it, it cannot fully manifest its effects. Ultimately, it would merely be a waste. But if it falls into my hands, it will be an entirely different matter."

With a confident smile, Leng Shan said, "My ancestor, Leng Baizhu, scoured medical texts and combined alchemy to develop a formula for an Immortality Elixir. If young master Amos trusts me, we can collaborate for a win-win outcome."

Leng Shan harbored no fear. The formula rested solely in his grasp; no second soul in the world would ever know.

Disaster or blessing, Amos’s intervention might not spell calamity but rather a chance for survival.

Amos said calmly, "I don’t seek future immortality. For now, I only seek health."

Inspiration struck Leng Shan. "The Leng family has a five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng in its collection. Its efficacy is slightly inferior to the thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma, but it can cure severe injuries and bring someone back from the brink of death. Paired with our family’s uniquely refined Golden Core, even King Yan himself wouldn’t be able to take their soul."

With a snort of laughter, Amos said, "Your Leng family truly is a treasure trove."

As he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and a black-clad bodyguard materialized at the doorway.

Amos glanced downstairs. "That’s as far as we go."

The black-clad bodyguard disappeared from the doorway.

Downstairs, the youth in the white suit raised his sign again, bringing the bid to 19 billion.

Today, he had definitely stolen the spotlight.