Shocking! A once-pretty face in the entertainment industry is reborn and becomes a top student!

When the price reached 150 billion, everyone realized that something was serious.

Invisible gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Even the most expensive antique industry has never sold such an outrageous price.

Neither of the two key bidding parties was willing to give in at the moment, but one was calmer than the other.

This calmness is like a turbulent undercurrent under calm water. The calmer the water, the higher the waves will be in the future.

Everyone at the scene was worried. The big man in the box on the second floor was invisible, but everyone could still take a closer look at the young man in white sitting in the corner on the first floor.

He is not old, no more than 20 years old at most. He is wearing a tailor-made white suit. He is sitting lazily, and his long legs are still visible.

He had been sitting in the shadows in the corner, and no one had noticed him before. But when he started bidding and gradually became the focus of everyone's attention, a beam of light shone on him, gradually allowing everyone to see the young man's face clearly.

Everyone has seen Gu Bichen's amazing talent, elegance, gentleness, and elegance. That is the best appearance of a young man. However, this young man has a completely different demeanor from Gu Bichen, but he is no less good.

With such a demeanor, no one here recognized him.

But it doesn't matter, starting from tonight, he will no longer be unknown.

"Is he Mr. Wei's son?"

"Isn't Mr. Wei's son always abroad? Besides, he doesn't look like someone from the Wei family."

Mr. Wei from Yuntian Pharmaceutical is a fat man who looks unbearable to look at. His wife is not beautiful either. No matter how genetically mutated she is, she will not be able to produce such a beautiful son.

"Then who is he?" This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

"The Wei family's appetite is a bit too big, so I'm not afraid of holding on to it." Leng Xingshuang mocked.

Turning her head, she saw her grandfather looking in a certain direction downstairs, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Leng Xingshuang subconsciously shouted: "Grandpa, what are you looking at?"

Feng Shan stood up immediately, "You guys wait for me here."

After saying that, he walked out quickly.

As soon as he went out, he saw his assistant walking towards him quickly and said in a low voice: "Old sir, this is Master Yun."

Feng Shan's brows furrowed even more: "This kid really doesn't make anyone worry for a moment. Go tell him and tell him to stop immediately and stop messing around."

"Yes."

The assistant turned and left quickly.

Feng Shan hesitated for a moment and walked to the door of the second box.

There was a bodyguard in black standing at the door, staring at him with evil eyes the moment he approached.

Feng Shan said kindly: "I'm down with Feng Shan. I have something important to see Amos, and I hope you can help me."

Before the bodyguard could speak, a lazy voice came from the room: "Mr. Leng, please come in."

The bodyguard opened the box door and took a step back.

Firson walked in cautiously.

The first thing he saw was the boy's brilliant blond hair, which was particularly dazzling under the light.

The young man stood up, pointed to the opposite side and said politely, "Old sir, please have a seat."

Rumor has it that this young master is a bit arrogant and arrogant. He also has such confidence and qualifications. Before coming, he was already prepared to be made difficult. Unexpectedly, the other party's attitude was quite... unexpected.

Not too respectful, but never rude.

Feng Shan didn't know what medicine the other party was selling in his gourd, so he stayed put for now.

"Master Amos..."

"Mr. Leng, you are a highly respected senior. The younger generation has heard of you for a long time. When we meet today, you are indeed worthy of your reputation. You don't need to be so polite. Just call me by my name."

fir:……

Why doesn't this person play his cards according to the routine? The better his temper, the more unusual he is.

Off the field, the auctioneer's clear words spread through the microphone to every corner of the venue: "160 billion once..."

The last bid was for the boy in white.

Amos took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Continue."

The bidder standing in front of the window was like an emotionless robot, mechanically holding up his sign, "170 billion."

The guests on the first floor were already numb.

The auctioneer was very excited: "170 billion once..."

The young man raised his eyes and met Feng Shan's probing and appraising eyes.

The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man in white downstairs who was holding up a sign again: "It seems that Mr. Leng has someone to succeed him."

Firson looked calm on his face, but he was horrified in his heart.

He knows everything.

It seems that his influence in China is deeper than imagined.

"In this case, let's open the sky and speak openly. If the bidding continues like this, it will not benefit you or me. Instead, it will benefit the fisherman. Master Amos is a smart man. He should know how to calculate this account to maximize the benefits."

The young man picked up the tea cup. The quiet soot porcelain reflected the slender jade fingers. There was a bit of Zen in the softness, which inexplicably attracted the heart.

Feng Shan's eyes flashed across his jade fingers, something flashed in his mind, and it disappeared before he could catch the thought.

The young man lowered his eyes and sipped the tea. Elegance was engraved in his bones in every move he made.

"It doesn't matter. Thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma lucidum is rare. I don't have much else, so I can't spend all my money."

This sentence would make others absolutely angry, but when it came from the mouth of the young man in front of them, it was impossible to refute it.

Based on his worth, it would be easy to spend tens of billions on it.

“But there’s a win-win solution, so why not?”

The young man pushed a cup of tea in front of the fir tree: "Mr. Leng has said so many words, take a sip of tea to moisten your throat."

Obviously not interested in the win-win situation he talks about.

Feng Shan turned to look downstairs. After his assistant finished speaking, the young man in white slowly raised his head and looked in his direction.

The window is a single-pane glass, people inside can clearly see outside, but people outside cannot see inside.

The gaze of the young man in white seemed to penetrate the glass, making people shudder.

The boy's lips curled up slightly and he raised the number plate in his hand again.

The blond boy opposite smiled and said, "It seems someone doesn't appreciate it."

Feng Shan's eyes were solemn, "As far as I know, Master Amos acquired a domestic pharmaceutical company two months ago, and this company is researching a new method of processing traditional Chinese medicine, which has achieved the purpose of reducing the toxicity of the medicine and improving its properties, and I The Leng family has a unique cooking secret passed down from our ancestors. As long as Master Amos is willing to part with me, I am willing to teach him the secret. The huge business opportunities in this are far beyond the reach of tens of billions. What do you think of Master Amos? "

The young man raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fir with a smile. For some reason, that glance made Fir's heart tighten.

He observed the other party calmly.

Amos is a successful investor. He should understand the huge business opportunities in this. How can he lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds.

"I am willing to let Mr. Leng exchange the secret book that my family has guarded for hundreds of years. It seems that this purple Ganoderma is more precious than I thought."

The young man curled his lips, his blue eyes were deep and charming.

Unknowingly, people get lost in the sea.

"Mr. Leng, do you think I'm stupid?"

The bidder called for 180 billion.

Fir's heart and hair are cold.He carefully looked at the young man in front of him. He was too young and seemed younger than his careless granddaughter. However, he had a calm temperament that had been at the top for a long time. He was strategizing and motionless.

He is not stupid at all and is too shrewd.

If I don't hand over my trump card, I'm afraid I'll never get another chance.

He chose to gamble.

"Let's make a condition."

The young man shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Leng, what conditions do you have to impress me?"

For a person who is already at the top of the wealth pyramid at a young age, what other conditions in the world can impress him?

"Longevity."

With just two words, the whole world seemed to have pressed a pause button.

Rich people are afraid of death, especially wealthy people who have an unparalleled wealth.

They lacked nothing but feared death.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed as if he had heard a joke.

Firson was not in a hurry and patiently explained: "Millennium Purple Ganoderma can only prolong life, but it cannot achieve immortality. Even if Master Amos gets it, he will not be able to fully exert its effect. In the end, it will just be a waste of natural resources. But once it is in my hands, it will not be able to achieve immortality." Same."

Feng Shan smiled confidently: "My ancestor Leng Baishu went through the medical classics and combined it with alchemy to develop a formula for elixir of longevity. If Mr. Amos can trust me, we can cooperate and achieve a win-win goal."

Feng Shan was not afraid at all. The formula was in his own hands, and no other person in the world would know about it.

Misfortunes come with blessings, and Amos's intervention may not be a disaster, but a source of vitality.

Amos said calmly: "I don't seek immortality in the future, I only seek safety and health now."

Fir is a blessing to the soul, "My Leng family has a collection of 500-year-old wild ginseng. Its curative effect is a little worse than the thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma lucidum, but it can cure serious injuries and has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. It is also supplemented by my Leng family's unique refining." To turn around the golden elixir, even if the Lord of Hell comes in person, it will be of no use."

Amos chuckled: "You, the Leng family, are such a treasure."

After saying this, he snapped his fingers and a bodyguard in black appeared at the door.

Amos glanced downstairs: "That's it."

The bodyguard in black disappeared at the door.

Downstairs, a boy in a white suit held up a sign, and the bidding reached 190 billion.

He made a big splash today.

A man in black walked up to the young man, bent down and said something, and the smile on the young man's face became brighter.

The sign was raised, but there was no reason to put it back.

A familiar mechanical voice came from the box on the second floor again: "200 billion."

The whole audience was already numb.

Everyone even became more and more excited, all looking at the boy in white.

However, everyone was disappointed this time. The boy in white did not hold up his number plate.

He shrugged and said helplessly: "Someone pointed a gun at me, and there was nothing I could do."

The face of the man in black behind him became colder and tighter.

Everyone just thought he was joking and giving himself a step down, no one took him seriously.

On the stage, the auctioneer called out the price three times before finally making the final decision.

"Let us congratulate the guests in Box 200 for buying the Millennium Purple Ganoderma lucidum for billion, setting a new auction price record in Tianbao Pavilion. We are fortunate to witness history."

During the auctioneer's impassioned speech, someone sneaked up on the young man in white and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man looked at the young man in front of him and curled his lips: "My surname is Leng."

The young man frowned and looked him up and down: "Are you from the Leng family? But why have I never seen you?"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Who are you?"

"Leng Nanzhu, Leng Yan is my grandfather. Let me ask you, your surname is Leng, are you from the Leng family?"

After learning that his surname was Leng, the young man obviously changed his attitude.

Leng Yan is Feng Shan’s cousin. Although his status and influence cannot be compared with Feng Shan’s, he is the most promising and hopeful member of the Leng clan besides Feng Shan. He is not taken seriously in the family, but outside, there are many people. climb.

The young man's eyes were very bewitching, and Leng Nanzhu lost consciousness just looking at them.

"What is it, what is it not?"

"Hey, there's something wrong with you. Do you know how to speak well?"

"Sorry, I only know how to talk to people nicely." The young man stood up after saying that, turned around and left without even looking at him.

Leng Nanzhu had never experienced such grievance. She pointed at his back and cursed: "What are you pretending to be? You are not a member of the Leng family, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here?"

After Leng Nanzhu shouted, the air around him was silent for a moment.

Feeling that many eyes were on him, he straightened his chest in order not to show his timidity, "This person claims his surname is Leng, but there is no such person in my Leng family. Everyone has seen it clearly, so don't let this person scare you." The guise of home was deceived.”

So everyone cast their suspicious eyes on the young man's back.

Leng Xingshuang rushed downstairs and finally saw the young man's face clearly.

For some reason, she had a strange feeling in her heart. This face...

"Why are you here?" Gu Bichen, who was following Leng Xingshuang downstairs, blurted out subconsciously when he saw the boy in white.

Leng Xingshuang looked at Gu Bichen: "Brother Bichen, do you know him?"

Gu Bichen frowned slightly: "He is my classmate."

classmate?People from Qingzhou?

Leng Nanzhu saw Leng Xingshuang shrinking subconsciously and quietly took a step back.

He thought about what was scary in the public eye, so he straightened his chest and showed a cheeky smile.

"Sister Xingshuang, take a closer look. Do you know this person?"

Leng Xingshuang stared at the young man's face and remained silent.

The auction came to an end and everyone was ready to leave. Seeing that the Leng family was still busy, they were not in a hurry to leave and watched the show with gusto.

The young man raised his lips, his eyebrows were burning, and he was unruly and bright, "Why, are you the only people in the Leng family allowed to have the surname Leng? I don't care about that."

Gu Bichen stepped forward and lowered his voice and said: "Classmate Leng, this is not a place for you to mess around. Leave with me quickly."

The young man remained motionless and glanced at Gu Bichen mockingly: "Who made the fool first, classmate Leng, don't you have eyes?"

Gu Bichen:......

I had known that Leng Yunyang had an eccentric and flamboyant personality and never got close to him in school. Today, I helped him out of friendship with my classmates. I never expected to be so humiliated by him.

An unknown fire arose in Gu Bichen's heart, but his face still looked like an upright gentleman.

Leng Xingshuang was stimulated by his words, "This young master is not rare" and sneered: "There are no such arrogant and self-righteous people in our Leng family..."

"Xingshuang." Old Master Leng's voice echoed through the air.

Everyone turned around following the sound and saw Mr. Leng walking down the stairs to the second floor, supported by his entourage.

Fir has a kind face, but when he has a straight face, he is still very scary.

"Don't be rude, he is your brother."