bestfiction Chapter 466
Chapter 466
This statement immediately caused an uproar. "You just mentioned group buying, and now you're not doing it anymore? Are you kidding us?"
"No way, boss, I'll just buy one more, then we won't have to worry about whether it's refundable or not."
"No, let's follow the rules. If it's over, it's over. The highest bidder wins."
As a result, there was widespread discontent among the people below.
The next moment, several golden tickets flew out from the room on the third floor and landed in the hands of the group that had just joined the group purchase.
Including the sound of bells.
"Gentlemen, I am an elder of the Jin family in Sengge City. We will be holding a grand martial arts competition on New Year's Eve this year. It is not just about winning or losing, but mainly about observing heroes from all over the world and finding talented individuals. Anyone who has a skill is welcome to come. I plan to use this treasure as one of the prizes. If any of you who have joined the group are interested in the Jin family, you are welcome to come and participate in the event."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar.
The Jin family is a powerful family with Nascent Soul realm experts. They have two Nascent Soul realm experts, one serving as a vanguard general in the Canglang Army and the other as a bandit-suppressing general in the Tianlang Army. Their positions are as stable as Mount Tai.
"It's actually the Jin family! This is an unparalleled honor!" One of them immediately knelt down and kowtowed, discarding his mask and revealing his true face, showering the man with compliments.
The other person was also extremely excited, "Could it be the family of General Jin of the Canglang Army? I work under him."
Everyone else was extremely excited, and even Zhong Ming was forced to bow and pay his respects; he couldn't refuse such a gesture.
No one dared to question why Zhong Ming could still get a ticket even after withdrawing; it was as if they could just give it to him whenever they wanted, without having to consider anyone else's opinion.
Zhong Ming carefully put the item away and decided...
I auctioned it off to him, at a high price.
An entry ticket to the Nascent Soul Clan Trial—that's sure to fetch a high price.
This auction house is huge; we do business openly and covertly. Anyway, if you find out who I am, then your mask and cloak are useless. Can you bear the consequences? If you don't know, then the highest bidder wins in the black market.
Seeing that the man had put the ticket away, the man sat down with peace of mind. He didn't believe that anyone could give up the olive branch extended by the Jin family. The Jin family was known for its generosity. As long as you worked for the Jin family, even the lowest-ranking servants would be rolling in money.
This minor incident did not disrupt the overall rhythm of the auction; prices continued to rise, and the items offered became increasingly valuable.
Zhong Ming listened numbly to the quotes of hundreds and thousands, as if they were just numbers, casually read over and over by people. The strange names and unheard-of effects only fueled a frenzy among the crowd.
He sat quietly in his seat, without saying a word, ignoring the stone at his waist that vibrated several times.
Every price he called out carried immense risk. He witnessed several instances of frenzied shouts from the crowd, but no one actually placed a bid, making it impossible to determine the approximate price range.
The last item on the list was a small bronze tripod, a precious artifact.
Bronze oxidizes into a bluish-green color over countless years, but in reality, it was a reddish-gold color when it was first refined.
For some reason, the lower half of this magical artifact has turned blue and is covered in rust, but the upper half still retains its golden color and shines brightly.
Zhong Ming couldn't understand the technical jargon the host used. All he knew was that the big shots on the third floor had engaged in a heated debate, and in the end, they all fell silent. It seemed that they had settled the deal using their divine senses, and the deal was eventually taken away by a mysterious buyer.
The grand event ended, and Zhong Ming left quickly, just like any cultivator who had acquired a treasure and was afraid of being targeted, he left in a hurry.
The middle-aged man, however, was in no hurry. Once his underlings had dispersed, the real auction was about to begin.
This isn't some unreliable auction that requires the person to be physically present; it's an auction held thousands of miles away using an ancient mirror.
The ancient mirror has eight faces. No matter where you are, as long as you inject enough spiritual power, you can contact all eight face holders.
They are now scattered among eight major forces, and at least six of them are confirmed to be super auction houses that dominate their respective regions.
"Father, you promised me you would teach him a good lesson."
"Yoona, I will definitely keep my promise to you, but I still have to warn you, although the Kim family can give you the confidence to act domineeringly, you must not hold grudges against others for no reason. Wrongdoing and karma are harmful to cultivation."
"Then... I'll put it on the tab, and I'll use the New Year's money to pay you back."
The man shook his head almost imperceptibly, but didn't say anything harsh.
He's just a minor cultivator, it doesn't matter.
.....
Zhong Ming: "The Jin family! This ticket was personally issued by the Jin family! How valuable is it? The starting bid absolutely cannot be low!"
The manager had a stern face, but he was secretly overjoyed. He wished everyone who received this ticket would come to him for the auction today, as this thing was easy to sell.
Moreover, the earlier you sell, the better.
There's not much word yet about the Jin family's gathering, and we don't know how many tickets will be issued. If they go on sale a day earlier, they can claim that these are rare, limited-edition tickets.
"Ahem, fellow Daoist, the commission for black market auctions can be quite high."
"How many?"
Thirty-five.
"Even our own people are betraying us?"
The person in charge did not back down at all. "If it could be traded openly, would it still be called a black market? We take risks in this kind of business, so we should naturally be rewarded."
"Well...hey, I know a guy at military academy, why don't I give it to him?"
The manager, having undergone professional training, showed no change in expression; such a threat was far too simplistic.
"If you think he's qualified, then of course he can. But I must say, the Jin family will issue tickets to those who are eligible, and those who aren't qualified will be denied entry even with tickets..."
“I remember his teacher is about to retire. If I have him give me this ticket, his teacher will have a place to retire, and my brother's future will be secured.”
Zhong Ming abruptly snatched the golden ticket back and said to the manager, "Pay me for my work, and I'll leave now."
Manager: .....
'Should I use underworld or legitimate methods?' He pondered for a moment, but felt that the ticket price didn't seem worth hiring underworld figures.
Hiring a Golden Core cultivator is too expensive; hiring a Foundation Establishment cultivator seems too tempting—they might just steal the goods and run away.
"thirty."
"No, it's thirty-two high-grade spirit stones."
"I mean a commission of thirty, if you'd like to do this job again next time."
Zhong Ming stretched out his hand, seemingly asking for his wages, but both of them knew in their hearts that he was asking for extra benefits.
"Add this."
He placed a yellow card in Zhong Ming's hand.
"With this card, I'll charge a 15% commission on anything that's openly auctioned through me in the future."
"make a deal."