Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 53 Auctioning the Essence

The following evening, Mo Fan arrived at the auction house.

The entrance was brightly lit, with rows of luxury cars parked inside. People coming and going were dressed elegantly and spoke in hushed tones, exuding an air of arrogance from the wealthy.

Mo Fan glanced at it, and only one thought came to his mind.

Why can't there be one more rich person in the world?

As soon as he entered, a staff member came to greet him.

"Mr. Mo, Young Master Zhao has already given instructions. This way, please."

Mo Fan nodded and followed him up to the private room on the second floor.

Zhao Manyan was already seated in the private room.

This guy is dressed much more formally today than yesterday, and when he leans against that guy, he almost looks more handsome than him.

Seeing Mo Fan enter, Zhao Manyan raised his hand.

"You're here, have a seat."

After Mo Fan sat down, Zhao Manyan pushed the documents on the table towards him.

"The estimated value of your batch of goods."

Mo Fan glanced down at it.

The carcass of the giant crocodile lying in the pool is badly damaged, so it won't fetch a high price.

The essence is quite good; it's one of the hot items tonight.

"Don't have too much hope for the corpse," Zhao Manyan said. "The one that will get the best bid is the spirit."

Mo Fan put the documents down.

"As long as it can be sold, that's fine."

Zhao Manyan glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing more.

The auction began soon.

Mo Fan wasn't interested in the first few items, but the people bidding below were incredibly willing to spend, raising the price by hundreds of thousands or even millions. He thought these people were foolish and had too much money.

After several rounds, the auctioneer's voice finally rang out.

"The next item up for auction is the dismantled material from the Great Battle General-level demon, the Giant Crocodile of the Hidden Pool."

Mo Fan raised his eyes.

On the display stand, materials such as scales, sharp teeth, bone fragments, and claws were arranged in turn.

Because the body itself was quite damaged, its overall value dropped significantly, a fact the auctioneer made quite clear.

Starting bid: five million.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately raised a sign.

"Five and a half million!"

"Six million!"

"Six million two hundred thousand!"

Prices have been rising at a moderate pace, but not to the point of fierce competition.

Mo Fan looked at the signs raised below, his expression remaining relatively calm.

He already knew how much of this stuff he could film.

What's truly valuable is never this pile of scraps.

"Seven million."

"Seven million five hundred thousand."

At this point, only a few people remained to compete.

Just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel, someone else in the back row raised their paddle.

"Eight million."

After the price was announced, the venue fell silent.

No one added any more.

"Eight million times."

"Eight million twice."

"Eight million, three times, sold!"

The hammer sound fell.

Mo Fan let out a soft breath.

Eight million, that's about right.

Zhao Manyan remarked from the side, "That's pretty much the end of the filming."

Mo Fan glanced at him.

"Judging from your tone, it sounds like you care more than I do."

Zhao Manyan smiled.

"Of course, how could I let my good buddy suffer a loss? After all, we're kindred spirits."

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't respond.

Soon, the second item was brought up for auction.

The auctioneer's smile deepened.

"Next up is one of the highlights of tonight's auction."

"A warrior-level essence, originating from a giant crocodile lurking in a deep pool."

The atmosphere on the field immediately changed after those words were spoken.

The essence was sealed in a vessel, suspended in the center of the display stand, its eerie light swirling around it. Even from a distance, one could discern the extraordinary soul fluctuations emanating from within.

Mo Fan stared at it, his gaze darkening slightly.

This is the real big deal.

"Twenty million, starting bid."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, someone raised their paddle.

"Twenty-one million!"

"Twenty-two million!"

"Twenty-four million!"

Prices soared extremely quickly, with almost no pause.

Mo Fan leaned back in his chair, showing no outward reaction, but his fingers kept tapping on the armrest.

It's 2400.

If we lift it up a little higher, this trip will really be worth it.

"Twenty-six million!"

"Twenty-six and a half million!"

"Twenty-seven million!"

The bidding started to slow down, but it didn't stop.

Those who are still following are clearly people who really want to obtain this essence.

"Twenty-seven and a half million!"

Someone in the front row frowned, but eventually put the sign down.

The people in the other private room followed suit and raised their signs.

"Twenty-eight million."

The moment that number was announced, the stadium fell completely silent.

The auctioneer looked around.

"Twenty-eight million once."

"Twenty-eight million twice."

"Twenty-eight million, sold in three installments!"

The moment the gavel fell, Mo Fan's lips finally curled into a smile.

Twenty-eight million.

Adding to the previous eight million.

Thirty-six million.

This trip was a huge success.

Lightning and fire elemental resources, spirit seeds, magical tools—things that originally required careful planning can now be put on the agenda all at once.

Suddenly, Zhao Manyan spoke up from the side.

"Thirty-six million, wow, which of us is the rich kid?"

Mo Fan could tell that there was a hint of probing in those words.

However, he didn't intend to say much, and simply replied casually, "I'm just a penniless wretch."

Zhao Manyan glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

After the auction, Zhao Manyan took Mo Fan to complete the remaining formalities.

With him around, the process was much simpler.

Signing, confirmation, and account registration—there was someone dedicated to assisting you every step of the way.

Mo Fan glanced at the final settlement statement.

The carcass of the giant crocodile lying in the pool, worth eight million.

The essence of the giant crocodile lying in the pool, numbering twenty-eight million.

Total transaction amount: 36 million.

Looking at that string of numbers, he finally felt at ease.

This trip to Shanghai marks the first step in truly establishing a foothold in the city.

It was already late at night when I came out of the auction house.

Zhao Manyan stood in front of the steps and glanced at Mo Fan.

"If you have any more goods of this quality in the future, feel free to contact me again."

Mo Fan nodded.

"OK."

Zhao Manyan smiled when he saw how readily he agreed.

"You're quite impolite."

Mo Fan glanced at him.

"We were practically brothers yesterday..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Manyan paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Then there's no need to be so polite."

Mo Fan smiled and said nothing more.

Zhao Manyan doesn't know him very well right now.

It's simply because I think he's an interesting person, and he does have some good stuff, so it's worth continuing to associate with him.

This is enough.

Anyway, there's plenty of time in the future.

After Zhao Manyan's car disappeared into the night, Mo Fan didn't linger. He hailed a cab and went straight back to Jinyuan Apartment.

The elevator went up all the way.

The door opened, and the room was quiet, with only the light from the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows casting a soft glow on the floor.

Mo Fan stood at the door, not in a hurry to go in, but just looked up and glanced at the duplex he knew all too well.

With 36 million in his account, he could certainly put many things on the agenda ahead of schedule.

Cultivation resources, spirit seeds, magical tools —

These are all important.

But for some reason, once he was actually back here, those weren't the first things that came to his mind.

Instead, they were two figures who should have entered his life much later.

One of them was making a huge fuss.

It was excessively quiet.

Mo Fan stood there, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"We got the house back first."

"And what about you?"

A night breeze blew in through the half-open window, gently stirring the living room curtains.

No one answered in the empty room.

Mo Fan had a strange feeling that it wouldn't be long before this place would no longer be so quiet.