Chapter 1738 He Family Young Master

Ye Bufan had finished checking the detailed information of more than a dozen auction items, but he didn't find any other treasures that caught his eye.

Even so, a new problem lay before him: the Spiritual Qi Armor and the Nine-Leaf Profound Ice Grass, together, had a starting bid of twenty million.

At this auction, it was generally normal for the price to increase tenfold, and if a buyer was particularly interested, it could even fetch a higher price.

However, he only had over two hundred million gold coins in his pocket, which wasn't enough to guarantee he could acquire both items.

"Oh my goodness, it seems I'm still very poor!"

He raised his hand and patted his head, having just thought he was a rich man, but now it seemed he was far from it.

It seemed he still needed to find a way. When Ye Bufan was on Earth, he had participated in auctions many times and knew that bidding required strong tactical skills. If he found the right method, he could save a lot of money and still ensure he got what he wanted.

Just as he was deep in thought, there was a commotion at the entrance of the sales floor, and then a tall Young man walked in from outside.

This person wore a luxurious long robe, with his hands behind his back and his chin raised, an arrogant expression on his face.

Beside him was a middle-aged scholar of about 40, with a fawning expression, appearing to be his advisor.

The Young man was none other than He Changsheng, the Young Master of the He Family in Tianlang City. As one of the three major Families, the He Family possessed formidable strength.

And this Young Master was the favored youngest son of the Family head. He was usually arrogant and domineering, committing all sorts of evil deeds, and was infamous in Tianlang City, with no one daring to provoke him.

Human nature is often like this, always bullying the weak and fearing the strong. After he entered, everyone present stood up, vying to go forward and greet him.

"Hello, Young Master He…"

"I greet Young Master He…"

"Greetings to Young Master He…"

For a moment, sycophantic voices filled the air. In the entire venue, only Ye Bufan remained seated, seemingly out of place.

"Kid, what the hell are you still doing sitting there? Are you blind? Didn't you see the Young Master? Hurry up and come greet him!"

The advisor, seeing someone still sitting motionless, immediately shouted to curry favor with his master.

Ye Bufan glanced at him indifferently: "If you like acting like a dog, then do it yourself. What does that have to do with me?"

"You…" The advisor immediately flew into a rage.

Although he was

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acting like a dog, he was still the He Family's Young Master's dog. Although everyone knew it, no one had ever dared to point it out.

"Kid, how dare you disrespect Young Master He! Are you looking for death?"

At the same time, He Changsheng also looked over, his gaze incredibly sinister.

"Kid, are you courting death? Don't think wearing a mask will keep you safe. If you provoke Young Master, I can still drag you out."

"Scram!"

Ye Bufan was too lazy to waste words with such a person and directly turned his head away after speaking.

There was an uproar in the crowd. Who exactly was this guy? How dare he disrespect Da Shao like this? Was he tired of living?

He Changsheng had a volatile temper and was about to erupt, but he glanced at the guards inside the sales floor and ultimately held back.

Although their He Family was powerful, they still couldn't compare to a behemoth like Jubao Pavilion. No one in the entire Tianlang City dared to cause trouble here.

"Kid, you just wait. Once we leave Jubao Pavilion, I'll tear you to shreds!"

He Changsheng threatened in a sinister tone, then returned to his seat and sat down.

In the private room upstairs, the windows here were reinforced with Formations, allowing a clear view outside while preventing anyone from seeing inside.

Fu Haishan stood respectfully behind Luo Yudie. When he saw He Changsheng enter, he couldn't help but frown.

"Pavilion Master, I didn't expect this hateful fellow to come again."

It turned out that although He Changqing dared not cause trouble in Jubao Pavilion, his notoriety was so great that whenever he spoke during an auction, others immediately fell silent, with no one daring to bid.

This meant no loss for others, but Jubao Pavilion's profits were diminished, so Fu Haishan was naturally displeased.

"Pavilion Master, this fellow just came a few days ago, and now he's back. Should I go and warn him?"

"No need!" Luo Yudie looked out the window and said indifferently, "He hasn't done anything, so why warn him? It would only give us, Jubao Pavilion, a reputation for bullying customers."

Fu Haishan said worriedly, "But, we have several presentable auction items today. I'm afraid they won't fetch their proper price, especially Mr. Ye's Medicinal Pill. It might be taken by that fellow at a low price."

"No, I'll handle this matter myself."

Luo Yudie looked at

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Ye Bufan, who was seated at number 36, and a playful smile appeared on her face. "Adjust the auction order. Put the Divine Essence Pill at the beginning, and I will personally conduct the bidding."

"Pavilion Master, I'm afraid that won't do. Once He Changsheng bids, others won't dare to participate in the auction. Wouldn't that just benefit that kid?"

"Just because it hasn't happened before doesn't mean it won't happen now."

Fu Haishan's expression changed: "Pavilion Master, are you referring to Mr. Ye? Can this work?"

"Whether it works or not, we'll know in a moment."

Luo Yudie still smiled brightly. As the Pavilion Master of Jubao Pavilion, her status was lofty, and she had an extremely powerful backer.

Many people showed her great reverence, fearing to displease her, yet that guy showed no fear at all.

He wasn't even afraid of her, let alone a profligate Young Master of the He Family.

Soon, the sales floor was mostly filled, and with the time arrived, the auction officially began.

But to everyone's surprise, the first person to walk onto the stage was not the usual Auctioneer, but an infinitely enchanting woman, the Pavilion Master of Tianlang City's Jubao Pavilion—Luo Yudie.

Seeing her on stage, everyone present stood up and cast respectful glances, even He Changsheng rose to his feet.

After all, Jubao Pavilion's status was undeniable; they could only seek favors from them and absolutely could not afford to provoke them.

In the entire sales floor, only Ye Bufan remained seated, playing a very conspicuous role.

Everyone present cast strange glances. This guy had just offended the He Family's Young Master, and now he was disrespecting the Pavilion Master of Jubao Pavilion. He truly seemed to be in a hurry to die.

"Alright everyone, please be seated. Welcome to Jubao Pavilion's auction today."

Luo Yudie smiled charmingly at the crowd below. This woman was truly skilled at socializing; her words and actions made everyone feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.

"Everyone, today's auction is somewhat different from before. A distinguished guest just sent a Medicinal Pill, and because it is too precious, I will personally host its auction."

As she spoke, she gestured, and immediately a maid came up, carrying a tray covered with red silk.

Luo Yudie was truly a business Genius. In just a few words, she piqued everyone's curiosity, and they were all eager to know what kind of Medicinal Pill could make the Pavilion Master personally come to the stage to host the auction.