721: C721 Charity

C721 Charity

"Ah!

For a time, the entire arena was completely silent. Everyone was so shocked that they were speechless.

Everyone had a price of 120 million, while private room number seven had a price tag of 1 billion. How could there be such a bid? Was it from Qian Feng?

However, what they didn't know was that Ye Ling's current method of earning black coins was different from others'. Ye Ling earned 500 thousand black coins from the black boxing competition through selling research and contribution points to the dark world.

Other than the battle with the Kuang Wang, there were no other battles that Ye Ling found difficult. All of them were solved in one move, so even if it wasn't from the strong wind, it was enough.

To Ye Ling, money had always been a concept. The only thing that he could save on was the system points.

The moment the bid was announced, the entire VIP lounge quietened down. Many people had only bid because of the secret silver tablet's potential. However, no one knew how much this secret silver tablet was actually worth, so the more money they spent, the greater the risk they would face. Obviously, two billion was more than they could bear.

"2.1 billion."

In private room three, Owen Mercer's gloomy voice sounded. He originally thought that the price would be less than two billion, but who would have thought that he would actually bid two billion in the middle of the bid.

However, he had no intentions of giving up. After all, he was different from the others.

"Go and check the identity of private room number seven."

At the side, Ao Tuo had an indifferent expression as he spoke to his subordinates.

"Yes."

The subordinate respectfully replied and turned around to leave.

"3 billion."

At this moment, another figure appeared in private room number 7. In an instant, the entire room was in an uproar, and many people couldn't sit still.

That was 3 billion! For the people of the Dark World, black coins were worth more than ten or twenty times than rice coins. Many of the people present were big figures of the Dark World, and they felt that they had accumulated quite a bit of wealth. However, when they heard this bid, they couldn't help but gasp and break out in a cold sweat.

Three billion! Even if he sold off many people here, it probably wouldn't be worth such a high price. Yet, he was casually tossed out like this.

The competition was infuriating!

"3.1 billion!"

Owen Meany's face was terrifyingly calm, like the calm before a storm, as he spat out a number in a low voice.

"4 billion."

Ye Ling remained calm and continued to bid.

"Bam!" Owen Meany slammed his hand on the table. He was so angry that his entire body was trembling. He looked toward private room seven, wishing he could eat everyone inside alive.

Owen Meany had brought a total of 4.5 billion yuan with him this time. Because the old man did not know about the incident regarding the dragon tomb, even with his father's support, he could not gather much money to prevent the old man from noticing.

In fact, the old man had not been dealing with the Otto Society since he was a young man, and the two societies had been in a state of hostility for many years. The old man did not know that Owen Mercer was the only one in contact with the people of the Otto Society.

"Friend in private room number 7, I'm Owen Mercer from the Irwin Society. This auction item is extremely important to my Irwin Society. Please give it to me for my sake, and I will reward you handsomely afterwards!"

Owen Meany was silent for a while before he tried to persuade Ye Ling to give up.

Who would have thought that Ye Ling, who was in private room seven, would have an interesting smile on his face after hearing this. It was indeed a coincidence.

The faces of the surrounding people tightened. They did not expect the Irwin Society to have any interest in this secret silver monument. They did not hesitate to announce their identities and even made private room number 7 to give up on competing with them.

Could it be that the secret silver monument was hiding some secret that they did not know about?

"The auctioneer gets it. This is the rule. If Mr. Owen can come up with a price higher than mine, I'll give it up. Otherwise, I don't understand what Mr. Owen means by that."

Ye Ling took a sip of the Red Wine and said with a smile.

"Rejected?!"

Suddenly, the entire hall was in an uproar. Everyone looked at private room number 7 in surprise, some were shocked, some were ridiculing, and some were gloating at the same time.

If he dared to reject the Owen Society, this brat would be done for.

They didn't think that Ye Ling was a member of the eight great societies, because if that was the case, Ye Ling didn't need to say such words. All he needed to do was to report his identity, and Owen Mercer would naturally shut his mouth.

"Very good."

Owen Mercer clenched his fists, the anger in his eyes throbbing.

"President Otto?"

Hearing this, Ao Tuo looked at Owen Meany and nodded. "Nephew Owen, don't worry. Our society has prepared 10 billion black coins this time. It should be enough to support us in obtaining the secret silver tablet."

"Alright!"

Hearing this, Owen Meany's gloomy face finally relaxed a little. He grinned and coldly spat out a number: "4.5 billion!"

"Hiss —"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. They originally thought that Owen Meany's funds would soon dry up, but they didn't expect that not only did he not do so, he even prepared to fight to the death with private room seven.

"Five billion." Ye Ling lightly tapped on the arm rest of the sofa.

As he announced the price, he turned around and whispered into Ali's ear.

Ailee nodded and stood up to leave the VIP room.

"6 billion." Owen Meany coldly snorted. His voice was incomparably cold, and he wanted to see just how long this private room number seven could compete with him!

"7 billion."

"8 billion."

private room number seven was silent for a while after that and then said, "8.3 billion."

"Haha!" "It seems like this kid has run out of energy."

Owen Meany sneered, and a victorious smile appeared on his face. He stared at private room number 7 like a venomous snake, and then announced, "8.5 billion!"

Ao Tuo had the same thought in his heart when he saw this. The corner of his mouth revealed a pleased smile.

At this time, in private room number 7, Ali returned with three other people.

Two of them were acquaintances of Ye Ling's, Manager Levin and Vice President Douglas, Charles.

"Ye Ling? I didn't expect you to be competing against Owen Mercer. "

Charles walked into VIP room 7. When he saw Ye Ling on the sofa, he couldn't help but reveal an expression of surprise. He then smiled and said: "But it seems that you are in some trouble."

"Yes, Mr. Charles."

Ye Ling smiled, stood up, walked to the three and said, "That's why I need some help right now. I wonder if Mr. Charles, and you, the gentleman behind Levin, would be willing to lend me a hand? "After this, let's just treat it as me owing you two a favor."1

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