Chapter Thirty-One: The Opening of the Auction

Facing Liu Jian’s provocation, Lin Feng remained exceptionally calm. It was Wang Lun who could not contain his indignation. “Liu Jian! Don’t go too far. Do you think money gives you the right to do anything you please?”

“Yes, money really does let me do anything I want!” Liu Jian looked down at Lin Feng, placing the invitation in front of him, hands on his hips, utterly arrogant.

“The Tang Family Auction? I can actually bring you all in.” As he spoke, Lin Feng pulled out his phone and dialed Qi Heng.

“Qi Heng, it’s Lin Feng. Here’s the thing—I have some friends who want to attend tonight’s auction. Can you get me a few invitations? Three will do.”

“Mr. Lin, the inner circle invitations are gone, but there are still some for the outer circle.”

“The outer circle is fine.”

“Alright, I’ll send them over right away.”

After hanging up, Lin Feng continued his meal with quiet composure.

“You’re still putting on airs? I don’t believe you can really get invitations to the auction. If you actually manage it, I’ll eat this table raw!” Liu Jian was convinced Lin Feng was just bluffing, never believing he could get an invitation so easily.

This was the highest-level gathering in Binhai City. Ordinary people didn’t stand a chance; even Liu Jian’s father had to pull strings and pay a hefty price to secure one.

Yet, less than ten minutes later, Qi Heng arrived.

He walked through the crowd in a tailored suit, moving with the confidence of a dragon, and stopped in front of Lin Feng, standing respectfully.

“Mr. Lin, here are the invitations you requested.” He handed over three invitations, identical to the ones Liu Jian had produced.

“Good work. You may go.”

“Yes, Mr. Lin.” Qi Heng bowed and left without hesitation, truly at Lin Feng’s beck and call.

“This…how is this possible? You…this…” Liu Jian stared in shock, unable to utter a word. His mind went blank.

Three invitations obtained in under twenty minutes—while he himself had paid a great price for just one. Suddenly, Liu Jian was overcome by a sense of helplessness, barely able to breathe.

“Oh, they really are invitations! Lin Feng, you’re amazing—mwah!” Liu Susu took the invitation excitedly and blew Lin Feng a kiss.

Wang Lun patted Liu Jian’s shoulder with amusement, pointing to the table.

“Master Liu, this table must weigh at least thirty kilos. That’s several days’ worth of food for you!”

“What…do you mean…”

“Didn’t you say you’d eat the table if Lin Feng got the invitations? Surely Master Liu wouldn’t break his word?”

“You…Fine! Lin Feng, you win. I underestimated you today. But don’t think I’ll let you off so easily!” Liu Jian stormed off in a fury. Lin Feng didn’t bother to stop him, letting him go.

Such an insignificant pest was not worth any consideration.

“Hahaha! Master Liu, you haven’t even had lunch; leaving so soon?” Wang Lun slapped the table and laughed loudly. Liu Jian, fuming, stumbled and fell face-first to the ground, provoking a round of laughter. Wang Lun laughed so hard he nearly toppled over.

…

That evening at eight o’clock, Tang Family Mansion.

Lin Feng stepped out of the Lamborghini dressed in casual attire, Wang Lun following close behind in a custom black suit, his hair styled into flashy golden locks.

“Lin Feng, look! This hairstyle was specially designed for me by Tony from Magic Hair Studio. Cool, isn’t it?” Wang Lun posed for selfies against the Lamborghini, utterly narcissistic.

Under the gaze of bewildered onlookers, Lin Feng impatiently dragged him away.

The two approached the mansion entrance, where Li Yating and Liu Susu were already waiting.

“Hey, Lin Feng, come over! Let’s go in together.” Liu Susu wore a tight black mini dress, fringed with lace that danced in the breeze, paired with black stockings—she was the picture of seductive charm.

Wang Lun rushed over like a lovesick puppy, eager to show off his new look to Liu Susu.

Li Yating, meanwhile, wore a crimson cheongsam with a slender waist and a hem just covering her knees, the subtle sensuality heightened by her shy expression—enough to stir any heart.

However, Lin Feng, who had roamed the cosmos for a hundred thousand years and seen countless beauties—even noble daughters of great clans kneeling as maids—remained utterly unmoved.

She had dressed up carefully to surprise Lin Feng, but his wooden demeanor showed not the slightest reaction. Li Yating’s quiet frustration grew, unwilling to give up.

“Hmph, I refuse to believe you’ll remain clueless forever!” she muttered.

“Lin Feng, let’s go in together.” Li Yating moved to his side, elegantly tucking a stray strand behind her ear, her cheeks flushed with bashful charm.

Lin Feng nodded, and the four of them approached the main entrance.

But just then, an abrasive voice rang out beside them:

“Well, well, look who it is—the useless son-in-law of the Yao family! Who gave you the courage to show off at the Tang Family Auction?”

“With women on each arm, are you cheating on Yao Qianqian? About to give her a green hat, huh?”

Lin Feng turned to see Wang Fan, arm-in-arm with a sinister-looking young man, walking toward them with pride and a hint of venom in her gaze, as if she wanted to kill Lin Feng with her eyes.

The young man was none other than Lin Feng’s nemesis, Long Yaoyang.

After Lin Feng humiliated her at the Great Tang Mall, Wang Fan had been expelled from all Tang Family businesses. Her family suffered as a result, and to support it, she had to submit to Long Yaoyang, using the Long Family’s influence to sustain them.

Now, she was nothing more than Long Yaoyang’s plaything, her hatred for Lin Feng growing deeper by the day.

“The Tang Family Auction is an exclusive gathering for the elite. How could a nobody like you, a son-in-law from an insignificant family, have the right to attend?” Long Yaoyang narrowed his eyes, sharp and domineering.

“And who are you? Even Wang Haiyang wouldn’t dare show off in front of my friend, but you’re asking for trouble!” Wang Lun stepped forward, unable to tolerate anyone insulting Lin Feng.

“Who is he? You blind fool, this is the famed young master of the Heavenly Dragon Hall, Long Yaoyang!” Wang Fan snapped at Wang Lun with disdain.

“Hiss—” At the mention of Heavenly Dragon Hall, Wang Lun fell silent, and Li Yating and Liu Susu gasped.

Heavenly Dragon Hall was notorious throughout Binhai City—ruthless, lawless, and untouchable.

“Hmph, with your guts, you can only act tough in front of a loser like Lin Feng. If not for the rules at Tang Family Mansion, you’d have been torn apart already!” Wang Fan sneered, continuing her scorn.

“Out of the way, you lowlifes. Don’t embarrass yourselves in high-class places like this.” With a tilt of her chin, she led Long Yaoyang toward the entrance.

Long Yaoyang passed Lin Feng with a cold smile, whispering in his ear, “Your bankrupt family trash, dreaming of competing with me? Keep dreaming.”

Yet, just as Long Yaoyang and Wang Fan, full of pride, tried to enter the Tang Family Mansion, they were stopped at the door.

“I’m sorry, but the two of you cannot enter the Tang Family Mansion.”