Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 80: Dragons’ Feast (8)

Dragon Raja 2

“As I mentioned, we can’t confirm its age or provenance, so its price depends entirely on your interest. At the very least, it’s a decent set of swords—you could use them in the kitchen,” the auctioneer shrugged, jokingly deflecting the question.

“Alright, one dollar!” someone raised a paddle.

“Two dollars!” someone immediately followed up, and the audience smiled graciously.

“Three dollars!”

“Four dollars!”

The auctioneer looked a bit embarrassed—this was the audience teasing him. “Ladies and gentlemen, buying a set of Damascus steel kitchen knives would cost a few hundred dollars. Could we have some more competitive offers?” He spread his hands with a helpless smile.

“Alright, 200,000.”

This voice came from the right side of the box, and instantly, all eyes were drawn in that direction. It wasn’t just the high jump in price that caught everyone’s attention, but also that particular voice—a lazy yet incredibly alluring female voice that stirred the hearts of everyone present. Behind the crimson velvet curtains sat a young girl draped in an Islamic embroidered robe, holding a paddle marked “88.” A golden veil covered her entire face, revealing only her enchanting eyes, with a hint of pink at the corners. Her hair was tied up high with a bright red ribbon.

She sat there, eyes lowered, yet she looked like a queen reigning over the event.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand.” A few seconds later, someone raised the bid.

The price was no longer a joke—clearly, someone thought the item was worth more.

“Two hundred and ten thousand!” Lu Mingfei raised his paddle. Since the principal had said to secure the item at all costs, he figured it was time to take action. After all, it wasn’t his money.

“Three hundred thousand.” Without hesitation, the Islamic girl raised her paddle again.

What a bold bidding style—every time she raised the paddle, it was a jump, and each time it was by tens of thousands of dollars. Number 88 was clearly more determined to win than Lu Mingfei.

“Number 88, three hundred thousand, once!” The auctioneer raised his gavel excitedly.

“Three hundred fifty thousand.” This time, a bid came from the VIP section.

“Four hundred thousand!” someone else followed suit, and the VIP clients raising their paddles added to the atmosphere.

“Damn it, things are heating up a bit. They’re driving up the price,” Anjou’s voice remained calm, “but don’t worry, and don’t back off. Stay in the game—just keep bidding without making the jumps too obvious. It’s not time to go all out yet.”

“Four hundred and ten thousand.” Lu Mingfei raised his paddle. Although he didn’t have much affection for the item, he was willing to put in the effort for the sake of passing two retake exams.

“One million.” Once again, it was Number 88.

This Islamic girl had unstoppable momentum—honestly, Anjou didn’t even need to remind Lu Mingfei to bid, as there was no way he could match her staggering leaps.

“One million?” Even the auctioneer seemed skeptical of the figure.

“One point five million,” Number 88’s voice was as cold as ice.

“Wait a moment, ma’am, there were no other bids after yours just now. Was your bid one million or one point five million?” The auctioneer cautiously confirmed.

“It doesn’t matter what it was before—now it’s one point five million.”

The audience was in an uproar. This was insanity—Number 88 was singlehandedly driving up the price of the sword set by outbidding herself.

“One point six million.” Before the astonishment had subsided, a new price was called out from the VIP section.

“Someone is getting focused now,” Anjou said quietly, raising his own paddle. “One point seven million.”

“Principal, didn’t you say you wouldn’t bid yourself?” Lu Mingfei was bewildered.

In the blink of an eye, the price had been driven up by another hundred thousand by their own people. Didn’t these guys know what a hundred thousand dollars could do? Back in Lu Mingfei’s hometown, fifty thousand could buy a small house, and the remaining fifty thousand could fill it to the brim with pirated game discs!

“When someone is focused, they realize that this item might be unusual. They know me, and according to my nature, if an item is unusual, I would try to bid on it—otherwise, it wouldn’t be me,” Anjou said quietly. “But the final blow will depend on you.”

“Two million.” Number 88’s aura surged once again.

“Keep bidding,” Anjou commanded.

“But I only have two million,” Lu Mingfei reminded in a low voice.

“Don’t worry. Once you successfully win the item, the college will make the transfer,” Anjou said. “Two million is just the security deposit to let you sit here.”

“Two million, two hundred thousand!” Lu Mingfei decided to go all in.

“Three million.” Number 88 said casually, not even bothering to say “thousand.”

The price climbed in succession, the air became heated, and the gentlemen bidding loosened their ties for ventilation. Lu Mingfei was panting heavily, his hand holding the cigar trembling slightly. He had been caught up in the torrent of money and couldn’t stop now. Just seconds after he called out five point two million, someone else had already raised the bid. Hybrids were indeed fanatical art lovers—their blood had been ignited, and they were willing to pay any price.

But the focus of the entire room remained on Number 88. Everyone seemed to be utterly overwhelmed by her presence, and no matter how others struggled, it seemed like it was just adding to her final victory.

What did it mean to be determined to win? This was it—strength combined with spirit. No matter how much Lu Mingfei tried, he couldn’t exude that queenly aura. He felt that he was about to lose, unable to hold on any longer.

“Ten million.” Number 88 said nonchalantly, raising the bid by another digit.

“Just let it go? At worst, I’ll just study hard and retake the exams next semester. This kind of task wasn’t really suited for me anyway. The principal must have seen Chu Zihang’s report about our mission and assumed I was brave and decisive during the action in China. In reality, it was because my stoic senior had my back… When he was fighting for his life, I was just feeling a bit infatuated with Chen Wenwen.” Thoughts flew through Lu Mingfei’s mind.

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