One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Changqing Group?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Zhenghao's eyes.

As a seasoned business tycoon who has navigated the ups and downs of the market for decades, he naturally knows the weight of this name.

Evergreen Group!

That's a super giant in China that's involved in multiple core areas such as pharmaceuticals, energy, and ocean shipping.

In terms of worldly assets and size, this low-profile behemoth is even more firmly above the Tianxia Group!

but……

Feng Zhenghao bent his index finger and tapped it lightly on the armrest of the sofa.

No matter how wealthy and powerful Changqing Group is, they are just ordinary business giants!

In the world of supernatural beings, no one had ever heard of the Shen family.

A group of ordinary businessmen who neither cultivate Taoism nor practice Qi spent 300 million to compete with the Ten Elders for a lightning-struck wooden artifact.

This is like a nouveau riche who doesn't watch sports spending an exorbitant amount of money to buy a pair of sneakers that smell of sweat.

It's not only outrageous, but also has an indescribable eeriness.

"That's interesting."

Feng Zhenghao smiled and pressed a communication button next to him.

The loudspeaker connected to the channels throughout the hall.

"Friends with the 'Class A' designation."

Feng Zhenghao's voice was steady and deep, exuding a refined and courteous air.

“I am Feng Zhenghao from the Tianxia Society. I originally intended to bid on this Tianpeng Ruler and give it to my elders in the family for them to play with.”

"I wonder if you could do me the favor and grant me this request? I would be grateful and will definitely pay you a visit another day to express my gratitude."

These words were quite respectful, and also subtly revealed the reputation of the Ten Elders.

In the world of supernatural beings, Feng Zhenghao's favors are priceless.

The hall was quiet; everyone was waiting for a response from Company A.

After a while.

The same gentle male voice came from the VIP box, its tone equally polite, yet perfectly discreet:

"So it's Chairman Feng. I've long admired your name. Changqing Group also holds Tianxia Society in high regard."

"I'm just really sorry."

The voice explained calmly and deliberately:

“My master Shen has a lifelong passion for collecting antique and elegant objects. He fell in love with this antique ruler as soon as he saw it in the catalog and specifically instructed us to bring it back.”

"Each serves their own master, and it's truly difficult to part with them. I hope Chairman Feng will understand."

She won't listen to either soft or hard approaches.

They directly invoked the name of the founder, Shen San, making it clear that even if it offended the World Society, they were determined to get this thing.

Inside the private room.

Feng Shayan's eyes turned cold, and her fingers were already gripping the edge of the tablet:

"Dad, should I raise the price again? Our Tianxia Society isn't short of working capital; we can't lose face."

"No need."

Feng Zhenghao shook his head decisively and turned off the bidding device.

Instead of getting angry, he smiled shrewdly.

“Shayan, remember. We’re buying this as a gift to please people, not to compete in wealth.”

"Since the other party is willing to offend the Ten Elders of the Extraordinary World to spend 300 million to buy a piece of wood..."

Feng Zhenghao picked up his teacup, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light:

"That means that in their eyes, this thing is worth far more than three hundred million."

"For an ordinary business group to show such abnormal fervor for Taoist ritual implements, there's probably something much more complicated going on here."

He stood up and slowly buttoned up his suit jacket.

"Master Tian Shu instructed that one should act with discretion."

We don't need to fight to the death with a giant whose background is unknown over an inanimate object.

Let's go, tonight wasn't a wasted trip; at least we saw a good show.

……

at the same time.

Inside the Class A private room.

A young man dressed in a well-tailored navy blue suit is sitting upright on a leather sofa.

He had neat short hair and a handsome face, but his complexion was sickly pale.

This man was none other than Shen Ze, Shen San's trusted confidant.

"Brother Ze, Feng Zhenghao has given up bidding."

A red-haired youth standing nearby breathed a sigh of relief and reported in a low voice:

"After all, the World Alliance is a top-tier force in the world of supernatural beings. If we just embarrass them like this, won't it cause trouble for the group?"

Shen Ze ignored his words.

He was looking down at his outstretched right palm.

In his palm lay a dull gray bone whistle.

At this moment, the bone whistle, which had been completely still, was now emitting faint tremors, and its surface even faintly revealed a layer of eerie dark red blood light.

And the direction from which the bone whistle trembled was precisely the Heavenly Ruler inside the glass case of the exhibition booth downstairs!

"Trouble? When has the Shen family ever been afraid of trouble in order to continue their good fortune?"

Shen Ze put the bone whistle back into his sleeve, and a look of almost obsessive greed appeared on his pale face.

"What do these brutes who only know how to practice martial arts and fight understand?"

"That lightning-struck wood's outer shell is merely a decoy. The truly priceless..."

Shen Ze lowered his voice, as if talking to himself:

"It was the remnant soul of that great Song Dynasty master who was sealed in a wooden ruler by heavenly lightning when he passed away."

"The Bashe (a type of serpent) beneath our ancestral hall is starving, and with this remnant soul of a powerful being as nourishment..."

Shen Ze gently turned the white jade thumb ring on his hand, his eyes filled with fervor:

"The day when the Third Young Master's skills are fully mastered is just around the corner."

Compared to this, what is a mere three hundred million?

Chapter 457 The Etiquette of a Skiing Enthusiast

A resort at the foot of Changbai Mountain in Northeast China.

Outside, the northern landscape was covered in a blanket of snow.

Inside, the fruitwood in the fireplace crackled and popped as it burned, releasing a faint scent of pine.

Shen Yichen, the third young master of the Shen family, was sitting on the thick carpet without any regard for his image.

At that moment, he was frowning, struggling with a pair of heavy ski boots on his feet.

"How was this buckle designed? It's inhuman!"

Shen Yichen tugged at the buckle on his boot, his tone unusually defeated.

"Young Master, let me help you."

Upon seeing this, Shen Feng, who had just entered, quickly stepped forward.

He knelt down on one knee and skillfully fastened and locked the buckles on Shen Yichen's ski boots one by one.

"You people who are always out and about are much more efficient."

Shen Yichen breathed a sigh of relief, moved his ankles, and felt that the fit was very secure. He then nodded in satisfaction.

"How's the matter going?"

He picked up a pair of goggles from the side, wiped them with a cloth, and casually asked a question.

Shen Feng lowered his voice and reported respectfully:

"We just received news from the capital. The people Third Master arranged have already acquired the Heavenly Ruler."

The goods were transported back to our family home in the south overnight via special channels, ensuring their safe return without any mishap.

"Oh? You got it?"

Shen Yichen stopped wiping his goggles, a gentle smile playing on his lips:

"That's a good thing. The wisp of remnant soul sealed inside is a great tonic."

With this, the big snake under our ancestral hall will at least be quiet for half a year.

"but……"

Shen Feng hesitated for a moment, then said:

"The people from Third Master's side said that there was a small hiccup along the way."

Feng Zhenghao of the Tianxia Society also took a liking to this item. Shen Ze, Third Master's assistant, was present and, to be on the safe side, directly offered 300 million, thus rejecting Feng Zhenghao's bid.

Moreover, they even announced the name of our Changqing Group in public.

Upon hearing this...