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"I'll bid two hundred fifty thousand!"
"I'll go for two hundred eighty thousand!"
One by one, the prices were called out.
Chen Xuan was a bit surprised; he hadn't expected a Niu Huang to spark such frenzied bidding among the crowd. Coincidentally, he had been considering selling his own Niu Huang.
Standing among the crowd, Chen Xuan watched as the bids continued to rise. The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heated with each new offer. When someone shouted out three hundred fifty thousand, the excitement reached its peak.
Chen Xuan felt a thrill of satisfaction; three hundred fifty thousand meant he was on track to make a profit of three hundred thousand!
Just then, a voice cut through the excitement.
A stern-looking middle-aged man strode in confidently.
What is he doing here? Who is this man?
It was Zhou Shuisheng!
Ah! The one who runs a fish farming business and makes billions every year, Zhou Shuisheng?
Someone identified the newcomer, and the crowd parted respectfully, gazing at the imposing figure of the middle-aged man.
Zhou Shuisheng approached with purpose, flanked by several bodyguards in suits.
"Do you have a Niu Huang?" Zhou Shuisheng asked directly.
The seller boss recognized Zhou Shuisheng immediately and nodded vigorously, pointing to an old cow. "President Zhou, it's this cow; it has Niu Huang inside."
"Oh?" Zhou Shuisheng's expression brightened as he reached out eagerly.
The old cow turned its head, displaying a hint of human-like incredulity as it looked at Zhou Shuisheng and then at Jin Xiong.
With tears in his eyes, he finally closed them. Zhou Shuisheng reached out and his expression suddenly brightened: it was indeed Niu Huang, and he wanted to know the price!
As he spoke, Zhou Shuisheng looked at the Seller Boss. The Seller Boss felt a pang in his heart again; he pointed at Chen Xuan with tears in his eyes. Zhou Shuisheng was taken aback for a moment before turning to Chen Xuan. "Is this cow yours?"
"Yes!" Chen Xuan replied with a faint smile.
"Then name your price; I want this Niu Huang!" Zhou Shuisheng said eagerly.
Chen Xuan smiled lightly, "Someone just offered three hundred fifty thousand."
"Three hundred fifty thousand?" Zhou Shuisheng was stunned, realization dawning on him. He turned to face the crowd around him, clasped his hands together, and sincerely said, "Everyone, I am Zhou Shuisheng. I believe you all know my identity by now."
"Without further ado, I have a relative who is seriously ill and urgently needs this Niu Huang to save their life. I hope you can do me a favor and let me win this bid."
As soon as Zhou Shuisheng finished speaking, the onlookers immediately chimed in: "President Zhou, if you need it, just bid for it! I'll withdraw."
"Saving a life is more important! Go ahead, President Zhou!"
"Right! I'm out too!"
The crowd shouted, eager to give Zhou Shuisheng a favor, one by one abandoning their thoughts of continuing the auction.
"Thank you!" Zhou Shuisheng gratefully clasped his hands together and then turned back to Chen Xuan, sincerely saying, "Young brother, I won't let you lose out either. How about forty-five thousand for your Niu Huang?"
"Forty-five thousand?" Chen Xuan nodded silently. Back and forth like this, he still made a profit of four hundred thousand.
"Thank you!" Zhou Shuisheng exclaimed with delight. He waved his hand and his bodyguard immediately led the cow away.
As for Zhou Shuisheng, he quickly completed the transaction with Chen Xuan and took out a business card to hand to him. "Young brother, this is my business card. If you ever find yourself in trouble, feel free to come find me in Jianghe."
After saying that, without waiting for Chen Xuan to respond, Zhou Shuisheng hurriedly left.
A business card?
Chen Xuan toyed with Zhou Shuisheng's business card, chuckling nonchalantly as he casually slipped it into his pocket.
The scene drew envious glances from those around him. That was Zhou Shuisheng's business card! With it, one could save at least a decade of hard work!
What did that indifferent expression on the young man's face mean? If he didn't want it, he could just give it to me!
The buyers around him looked at Chen Xuan with a mix of longing and despair.
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