Chapter 34: Not Even Worth a Damn Thing!

"It's President Situ!"

"President Situ has finally arrived!"

"Welcome, President Situ!"

Someone called out the man's name.

Applause filled the hall.

Situ Feng, the president of the Tenglong Chamber of Commerce, was a renowned business magnate in South China.

The Tenglong Chamber of Commerce owed its rise and current status entirely to his efforts.

Legend had it that he started from scratch, and by the age of thirty, he had already become one of the ten wealthiest men in Jiangnan Province.

Though his reputation did not quite match the resounding fame of Chen Bozhong, he was still a household name and a figure of considerable stature.

"Thank you all for your support!"

"Once the auction is over, let us raise our glasses and drink together!"

Situ Feng's presence was commanding; with just a few sentences, he easily recaptured the atmosphere in the room.

Having spoken, he approached Chen Bozhong, nodded slightly in greeting, and smiled, "Second Master Chen, your reputation precedes you. Had I known you would be here today, I would have made sure to arrange a proper welcome for you. It's hardly fitting that you are left so neglected, without even someone to offer you tea or wine."

Though his tone sounded respectful, there was a hint of mockery beneath the surface.

Chen Bozhong said nothing, his eyes indifferent as he met Situ Feng's gaze.

The two pairs of deep brown eyes seemed to engage in an unseen duel.

To the astonishment of those present, Situ Feng showed not the slightest sign of fear toward this once-famous overlord of Jiangnan.

Had it been anyone else, they would surely have been cowed, their legs trembling beneath Chen Bozhong's piercing stare.

"Yu'er, what are you standing there for?"

Chen Bozhong withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Aren't you going to pay? Don't keep President Situ waiting too long."

Situ Feng turned his attention to Chen Yu, nodding slightly.

The attendant beside them immediately handed over the POS machine.

All eyes in the room paused, watching intently.

"I..."

Chen Yu took a deep breath.

Just as she was about to explain the truth to her uncle—

Ye Fei, seated next to her, acted first. He pulled out a bank card and tossed it onto the table, smiling as he said, "Since I won the bid, I'll pay the three billion myself. Go ahead and swipe the card."

This scene once again caught everyone off guard.

"Ye Fei..."

Chen Yu stared at him in astonishment.

Clearly, she hadn't expected him to decide to pay on his own.

After all, according to previous investigations, Ye Fei was as ordinary as they came, with no notable family or background. For him to produce three billion to pay for this was nothing short of impossible.

Gao Yangwei, who stood nearby, frowned at the sight and muttered under his breath, "Does this kid really have that much money? Three billion—Wan Gu Group is barely keeping itself afloat, how could they possibly muster that sum?"

"So what are you waiting for? Swipe the card," Ye Fei said coolly, ignoring the stares around him. "I believe the credit limit on this card should be more than enough for three billion. The last time I used it, I barely spent five billion."

Situ Feng showed no particular expression upon hearing this and was just about to signal his staff to process the payment when an untimely voice interrupted him.

"President Situ, he's bluffing."

"There can't possibly be three billion on that card."

Everyone turned to look.

It was Sun Shiyun, who had sat at the table beside Gao Yangwei the entire time without uttering a word, suddenly rising and casting a mocking look at Ye Fei.

"Oh?"

"And how do you know that?" Situ Feng asked with a smile.

"Because I investigated his background," Sun Shiyun replied, her words prepared in advance as she sneered in front of everyone. "This fellow is nothing but an orphan with neither family nor connections. Three billion? He couldn't even produce three million!"

"And besides, perhaps many of you don't know, but he has another identity—"

"He's the junior fellow student of Lin Qiqing, chairman of Wan Gu Group!"

An uproar swept through the room at her words!

Lin Qiqing, chairman of Wan Gu Group.

This name—

In the context of this auction, it was a resounding one.

Everyone present knew that the target of today's auction was none other than Hangzhou's largest real estate enterprise—

Wan Gu Group!

"How did this guy sneak in?"

"Does this mean our acquisition plan has been exposed?"

"This isn't good at all..."

Chattering and anxious discussions buzzed in everyone's ears.

Many of the local businessmen invited to the event were now frowning in displeasure.

Wan Gu Group was a well-known giant in Hangzhou. Even with its financial crisis, it was still a struggling dragon with power left to wield, and these local businessmen had entered the fray with no small amount of trepidation.

Now that Ye Fei's identity had been exposed by Sun Shiyun, their concerns only deepened.

As the mastermind behind this scheme, Situ Feng clearly anticipated this turn and his face darkened as he demanded, "Is what you say true? This man is really Lin Qiqing's junior?"

"Indeed!"

"President Situ, I, Gao Yangwei, can vouch for it!"

"This man is Lin Qiqing's junior!"

Gao Yangwei stood to add his voice in support.

A sinister glint flickered in Situ Feng's eyes, but rather than showing anger, he turned to Chen Bozhong, smiling coldly. "Second Master Chen, what you and your niece have done here is hardly honorable. I heard you once helped that woman, Lin Qiqing."

Chen Bozhong remained silent, his composure as deep as still water.

"But it doesn't matter. Wan Gu Group will soon be brought low by my Tenglong Chamber of Commerce."

"A woman who doesn't know her place is nothing in my eyes."

"But as for this five billion today—"

"If you can't pay, you won't be leaving through that door!"

"Situ Feng, you've gone too far!" Uncle Fu, who stood beside Chen Bozhong, shouted in anger, "Do you even know who you're standing in front of? How dare you speak to Second Master this way? Do you think you're some kind of king of the world?"

"Second Master?" Situ Feng sneered. "People call you Second Master out of respect for the glory of your youth, Chen Bozhong. Look at you now—barely able to crawl out of your sickbed. How much longer do you think you have to live?"

"What did you say!?"

Chen Yu's face was flushed with anger.

"You didn't hear me?" Situ Feng's smile turned menacing. "Let me say it again, right here in front of everyone!"

"Chen Bozhong, listen well—"

"Do you really think I, Situ Feng, fear your so-called reputation as Second Master?"

"You and that shameless woman behind you are nothing but wild dogs, erased from the Chen family lineage!"

"In my eyes, the both of you are not even worth a fart!"