Richest Man: Getting 7 Billion Red Pockets To Start With

All the bidders looked at Lin Fan and Liu Yuhang's private room curiously.

Lin Fan was naturally calm.

Liu Yuhang, on the other hand, was frozen.

He knew that Lin Fan had been searching for 100-year-old ginseng all this while...

For this reason, he even specially came to the capital from Jiangbei.

However, Liu Yuhang did not expect Lin Fan to bid ten times the original price, which was five million.

After a while, Liu Yuhang gave him a thumbs-up and said, "Brother Lin Fan, you're awesome!"

When Liu Yuhang gave him a thumbs-up, the round-faced man in the room opposite them looked over.

The round-faced man's face darkened slightly as he grunted. "It's Liu Yuhang! Damn! Do you want to play? I'll play with you until the end!"

The round-faced man raised his bidding paddle again.

"5.2 million!"

The round-faced man had had a grudge against Liu Yuhang for a long time.

He had just called out 500,000 when the other party immediately called out five million. The other party was definitely targeting him.

Liu Yuhang was surprised to hear someone else make a bid.

The Liu family had been in the medical field for generations, and he had a certain understanding of various medicinal herbs.

Generally speaking, a hundred-year-old ginseng was indeed precious, but its price was only worth around two million yuan.

Five million was definitely a high price.

Also, Lin Fan had directly bid five million. He was clearly determined to win.

Under such circumstances, most people would probably choose to give up as they did not want to offend anyone.

What was the situation now?

Liu Yuhang looked at the bidder with confusion.

The next moment, Liu Yuhang's face turned dark. "Wan Lang!"

Then, he turned to Lin Fan and said, "Wan Lang and I have some conflicts. He's definitely trying to raise the price. A 100-year-old ginseng should be worth around two million. It's not worth it to continue bidding.

"Why don't we just give up? I'll get more people to pay attention, and I believe that we'll be able to find another hundred-year-old ginseng soon."

Lin Fan said casually, "It's just money. It's okay.

"Ten million!" He raised his paddle again.

Whoosh!

The entire place was silent.

Liu Yuhang was stunned again.

Yes.

He knew that Lin Fan's family was really strong.

However, he did not expect Lin Fan to bid ten million!

It felt like Lin Fan wasn't calling out ten million but 1,000 yuan. He did it so casually as if he did not care at all.

In reality, Lin Fan did not really care much about money.

Lin Fan also believed that with the Liu family's power, they would definitely be able to find another hundred-year-old ginseng.

However, he did not want to wait any longer.

Because every day he waited, his father, Lin Tao, would suffer another day.

When Wan Lang, who was sitting in the opposite private room, heard Lin Fan's bid, his face darkened.

The first time when he called out a price of 500,000, the other party directly increased the price by ten times to five million.

Now, he was bidding for 5.2 million, but the other party was bidding for ten million!

Provocation! This was a blatant provocation!

Wan Lang squeezed his paddle, but he did not continue bidding.

Even though his family was rich, Wan Lang's annual pocket money was only tens of millions.

It was barely acceptable for him to take out a few million at once.

It would be difficult to take out tens of millions.

If he called out a high price of ten million and the other party did not continue to bid, what should he do?

Wan Lang's cold eyes glared at Lin Fan as he shouted, "Brat, you've got guts!"

...

The bidding continued.

The next few items were all antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. Lin Fan was not interested in them at all.

Thus, he did not bid anymore.

When the last item was sold at a high price of 48 million, the auction at Xinyue Hotel came to an end.

Two tall and beautiful women carried an exquisitely-made wooden box and slowly walked into the private room.

One of the beauties smiled and said, " Hello, Sir. This is the hundred-year-old ginseng that you bid for. Please check it!"

Liu Yuhang had seen a lot of precious herbs, but he was still interested. He walked up to them and said, "Tsk tsk, so this is the hundred-year-old-ginseng that's worth ten million yuan?"

Lin Fan picked up the hundred-year-old ginseng and turned his attention to the system.

[Ding! Do you wish to collect the hundred-year-old ginseng?]

Lin Fan's eyes lit up when he saw this.

He understood that this was indeed a real hundred-year-old ginseng!

"Where do I pay?" Lin Fan asked.

He could not wait to take the hundred-year-old ginseng.

"You can swipe your card here." The other beauty said as she held the POS machine with both hands.

"Alright," he said. Lin Fan nodded and took out a bank card.

Beep!

With a soft sound, the ten million was successfully paid.

At the same time, a notification rang out in Lin Fan's mind.

[Ding! System upgrade: Level Five!]

[Level 5 reward: 20 yuan for every breath, 20 yuan for every second of sleep, and 20 yuan for every step taken. Rewards are distributed at 12 a.m. daily.]

[Upgrade cost: 3.02 million/50 million (not including gifts and gambling. In addition, all items obtained from the system are prohibited from being traded.]

[Ding! Level 5, mission system activated.]

The reward for level five was double that of level four!

Which meant that Lin Fan could earn at least 1.4 million a day.

Then, Lin Fan turned his attention to the mission system.

Mission System: [When the host touches an item or encounters an event, a mission will be randomly triggered and a certain reward will be obtained.]

The two beauties put down the hundred-year-old ginseng and put away the POS machine. They bowed slightly and said, "I wish you a good time at Xinyue Hotel."

Then, they slowly walked out.

"Brother Lin Fan, you seem to be very happy," Liu Yuhang said.

"Of course, I'm happy to have bought a hundred-year-old ginseng," Lin Fan said.

At this moment, a series of heavy footsteps came from the corridor.

Then, the round-faced Wan Lang strode in with two men in plaid shirts.

"Wan Lang, what are you doing here?" Liu Yuhang asked, frowning.

However, Wan Lang did not seem to hear Liu Yuhang's question. He stared coldly at Lin Fan and said, "Brat, you're very arrogant!"

Lin Fan thought for a moment and knew what he was referring to. He said calmly, "If you don't have money, then don't attend the auction. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"You f*cking..." Wan Lang was instantly enraged. The two men in plaid shirts behind him took a step forward as though they were about to teach Lin Fan a lesson.

"It seems a little noisy here. Kid, do you need my help?" Zhou Guotao's low voice came from the corridor.

"It's just a small matter. Grandpa Zhou, there's no need to trouble you," Lin Fan said.

"Okay, if there's anything, just let me know." After Zhou Guotao finished speaking, he walked straight ahead. However, before he left, he glanced at Wan Lang.

It was this glance that made Wan Lang tremble in fear, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

The pillar of the Zhou family, Old Master Zhou!

He actually called the young man in front of him... 'kid'!

Heavens!

What kind of terrifying existence had he offended?