I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

"Nonsense! It's all feudal superstition!"

Su Linglong pointed to the private room on the second floor, her voice sharp and distorted.

Her chest heaved violently, and the veins on her neck bulged from her earlier roar.

"Qin Feng, you're just a sore loser and a gambling addict! Trying to disgust me with this nonsense? Poisonous gas? Malevolent energy? Why don't you just say that Sun Wukong is sealed inside this jade?!"

Su Linglong turned around and forced a stiff smile at the surprised and uncertain gazes of the audience.

"Don't believe him, everyone! This is a piece of clothing used in the Qing Dynasty imperial court, worn by my Qingxue...that person when she was little. How could it be poisonous? This is just Qin Feng trying to ruin the reputation of the Su family because he's broke!"

Although she said that, her body betrayed her by taking half a step back, putting her a full three meters away from the display stand.

She turned and yelled at the hostess next to her, "What are you all standing there for? Can't you see this is too valuable? Seal it up right now! Find... find one of those lead boxes to put it in! If it gets damaged, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourselves!"

The hostess was stunned by the shouting.

Lead box?

Didn't you just say it wasn't poisonous?

A brocade box is fine for protection against bumps and knocks; why would you need a lead box to protect against radiation?

But this is the big spender, so no one dared to say a word.

Su Tianxiao, who was sitting next to him, seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare.

He stiffly rolled his eyes, glancing at the jade pendant being packed on the table, then at the safe containing the cracked cup at his feet, and finally at the worthless land deed clutched in his hand.

The old calculator in my brain finally started working like crazy.

The land deed is worth 80 million.

The cup is worth forty million.

The jade pendant is worth 300 million.

Four hundred and twenty million.

It hasn't even been an hour yet.

"Huff... huff..."

Su Tianxiao felt as if there was a wad of cotton stuck in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

That's working capital!

That's the bloodline that allowed the Su family to run rampant in Sichuan!

Now, Qin Feng inserted a tube into the blood and drained it all in one go.

"exquisite……"

Su Tianxiao grabbed Su Linglong's wrist with such force it felt like he was about to crush her bones. "Do you know what you're doing? Three hundred million! What about the construction payments for the Xicheng project next month? What about the bridge loan from the bank?!"

"Let go!"

Su Linglong flung his hand away, rubbing her reddened wrist, her eyes filled with resentment:

"Second Uncle, what's the use of saying all this now! Why didn't you keep track of the accounts when you were snatching the land deed? I did this for the sake of the Su family's reputation! If we lost to that country bumpkin, the Su family's stock will plummet tomorrow!"

"face?"

Su Tianxiao trembled with rage, pointing his finger at her nose, "Now you have the face, but where's the money? Where's the money coming from?!"

Tang Ziyun, standing on the stage, watched this scene with a professional smile on her face.

quarrel?

It doesn't matter, as long as you pay the money, you can fight to the death.

With a transaction volume of 420 million, Tianbaoge can earn more than 40 million in commissions alone.

This isn't Qin Feng, this is clearly a living God of Wealth.

Tang Ziyun glanced tenderly at the private room on the second floor, then quickly resumed her cold and capable demeanor, picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered something.

"Finance Department, enter the room."

The voice just fell.

The side door of the banquet hall opened.

Six staff members dressed in black suits and wearing white gloves filed in.

What they were holding were not flowers, but several wireless POS machines flashing blue light.

This scene looks just like a group of debt collectors in a casino.

Before Su Linglong could recover from her argument with her second uncle, she was surrounded by this group of people.

"Ms. Su, Mr. Su, congratulations on winning this treasure."

Tang Ziyun held the microphone; her voice was clear and pleasant, yet it carried an undeniable forcefulness.

"According to Tianbao Pavilion's rules, transactions exceeding ten million must be verified and settled on the spot. You two are regular customers, so you naturally know the rules."

"Here is the bill."

A long list was handed to Su Linglong.

The string of zeros at the bottom made Su Linglong's vision go black for a moment.

"President Tang, why the rush?" Su Linglong forced a composed demeanor, tidying her slightly disheveled hair. "It's not that I'm not willing to pay, can we use the company's payment terms? Settlement at the end of the month..."

"Feel sorry."

Tang Ziyun's smile remained unchanged: "Small business, no credit. Especially for these... rather special auction items."

She emphasized the word "special".

The surrounding guests craned their necks to watch.

If the Su family can't come up with the money tonight, things will get really messed up.

The fact that the auction failed to go through is a minor issue; once the news of the Su family's broken cash flow gets out, the suppliers who come to collect debts tomorrow might tear down the Su family's gate.

Su Linglong was cornered against the wall.

The screens of those POS machines were blindingly bright, as if mocking her incompetence.

"brush!"

Su Linglong gritted her teeth and took out a black card from her Hermès handbag.

The movement resembled cutting a piece of flesh from one's body.

This is the main branch's last reserve fund account, given to her by her father for emergencies.

Now, it's been used to buy a bunch of junk.

"drop--"

"Transaction successful."

The machine spit out a long receipt.

Su Linglong looked at the small note with black words on white paper, her legs went weak, and she slumped into the chair.

It’s over.

How am I going to explain this 300 million yuan to my father when I get back?

Su Tianxiao, standing next to him, was even more ashen-faced. His hand, clutching his chest, trembled as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small porcelain bottle, poured out two quick-acting heart pills, and swallowed them dry.

"Please keep your item safe."

The staff member, wearing thick chemical protective gloves, came over carrying a tightly sealed lead box.

It contained that "poison gas bomb" worth 300 million.

"Just...just put it there!"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Su Linglong abruptly pulled her foot back, pointing to the empty space beside her, "Don't hand it to me! I won't take it!"

Upon seeing this, the people around avoided it as if it were a plague.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed throughout the room.

The once crowded first row suddenly became much emptier.

The coal mine owner on the left covered his nose and retreated to the second row, while the real estate tycoon on the right directly moved to a different section with his female companion.

Centered on Su Linglong, an absolute vacuum zone was formed within a five-meter radius.

It was as if she had been infected with that invisible corpse poison.

Su Linglong sat there all alone, with the lead box she had bought for 300 million yuan piled at her feet, surrounded by people's disgusted and fearful gazes.

At this moment, all talk of a wealthy family background and a privileged daughter of heaven became a joke.

This is the true meaning of being "a lone wolf".

Inside a private room on the second floor.

Looking at the scene below, Qin Feng calmly picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Wisps of white smoke rose.

"Have a sip of tea."

Qin Feng handed the teacup to Su Qingxue, who was huddled in the corner of the sofa.

Su Qingxue held the cup in both hands, the warmth of her palms helping her recover from the shock she had just experienced.

"Brother Feng..." She looked at the disheveled Su Linglong downstairs and asked softly, "That jade, can it really kill someone?"

"Jade itself does not harm people; it is people's hearts that harm them."

Qin Feng looked at the dark red birthmark on Su Qingxue's face, his eyes softening: "It absorbed the poison from your body, and now it's back in the hands of the poisoner. This is called returning something to its rightful owner."

"That three hundred million..."

"That was the money the Su family used to buy their lives," Qin Feng sneered. "But this is just the beginning. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; the Su family has more than just this much cash on hand. However, next, I'll make them spit out every piece of meat they've swallowed."

Su Qingxue nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She didn't know what working capital was, but looking at Qin Feng's profile, the huge weight that had been hanging over her finally lifted.

With him by their side, the Su family members, who were once like nightmares, didn't seem so scary anymore.

downstairs.

Once Tang Ziyun saw that the money had arrived in her account, she immediately changed her demeanor.

A businessman's mood can change faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Alright, that's the end of the little incident."

Tang Ziyun clapped her hands, signaling the lighting technician to switch the lights.

The glaring spotlights faded, and soft, warm yellow light filled the entire venue, dispelling the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere from before.

"Distinguished guests, those dishes were just appetizers."

Tang Ziyun's voice has become charming and captivating again:

"Next up is the real main course of the evening. I'm sure all the bosses here will be interested."

The guests, who had been discussing the Su family's jokes, were immediately drawn back to their original topic.

The items that make Tianbao Pavilion the grand finale are definitely not ordinary.

A cart was slowly pushed onto the stage.

This time there were no fancy brocade boxes, nor sealed lead boxes.

There was only a black cloth covering a long, narrow object.

Tang Ziyun walked to the cart and reached out to lift a corner of the black cloth.

There was no glittering gold or dazzling jewels.

What was exposed was a section of dark, withered wood that looked like it had been burned.

The surface was charred and cracked, and you could even see traces of carbonization. It looked like an unburnt piece of firewood from a stove pit.

"What is this thing?"

"These days, Tianbao Pavilion sells scrap metal? First it was tattered paper, now it's firewood sticks?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Qin Feng, who was lounging on the sofa, suddenly sat up straight when he saw the piece of dead wood in the private room on the second floor.

The golden light in his eyes suddenly intensified.

[Divine Eye, open!]

My gaze pierced through the charred surface, reaching deep into the heart of the wood.

There, a streak of thunderous purple-gold light was slowly flowing, seemingly containing a life force capable of destroying the world.

[Item: Thousand-Year-Old Lightning-Struck Peach Heart (Top-Grade Medicine Ingredient/Magic Tool Material)]

[Year: 1200 years]

[Status: Externally flaky but internally concentrated, the lightning spiritual energy is perfectly preserved.]

[Efficacy: When used in medicine, it can bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones; when crafted into artifacts, it can ward off all evil spirits and demons.]

[Hint: This is one of the three main ingredients used to treat the birth toxins on Su Qingxue's face!]

Qin Feng took a deep breath and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

This trip was worthwhile.

That was just to disgust people.

just now.

That's when the real time for purchasing goods begins.