C131 The Ten Million That I Obtained for Free!!

Everyone was frozen in shock!

They turned just in time to see a man with gold-framed glasses burst out of the building, his face seething with rage.

"Vice President Zhu? What's he doing out here?"

"What did he just say? Young Master Chen? Who's he calling out to?"

...

Speculation erupted among the onlookers.

Hee Jiahua was just as bewildered, his eyes shimmering with confusion.

In the next instant, President Zhu strode up to Zhang Chen, bowing deeply as he spoke with utmost respect, "Young Master Chen, my apologies. I had no idea you'd arrived so early. I'm terribly sorry!"

His face was etched with sincere remorse as he bowed.

His gesture sent a wave of astonishment through the crowd!

President Zhu was showing such deference to Zhang Chen?

Eyes bulged and jaws dropped all around!

Hee Jiahua was flabbergasted!

How could this be happening?

Wang Yunan's gaze was awash with admiration as she watched Zhang Chen intently.

Every doubt in her mind evaporated in that moment!

But Zhang Chen was at a loss.

His plan had been to pull the strings from the shadows, to let Wang Yunan emerge as the leader.

Now, with President Zhu's actions, his cover was blown.

Zhang Chen let out a silent sigh and offered an awkward smile, "No worries, I've only just arrived myself."

President Zhu finally relaxed.

Fuming, he turned to the two security guards at the entrance and barked, "Are you blind?! Have you forgotten the instructions I gave you today?"

"Go pack your things and get out!"

The security guards' eyes popped, terror flooding their expressions.

Zhang Chen chuckled, "No need to fault them, I haven't even passed by yet."

President Zhu paused, then with a respectful bow and a smile, he urged, "Please, Young Master Chen, after you!"

With a resigned shake of his head, Zhang Chen proceeded inside.

The security guards bowed deeply, their gratitude towards Zhang Chen palpable.

The surrounding crowd was left speechless, struggling to process the scene.

Their eyes were wide with astonishment.

Hee Jiahua, standing beside the security guards, had a dark cloud over his face, his eyes fixed on Zhang Chen with malevolence.

Shortly after, Zhang Chen paused and cheerfully said, "President Zhu, those boxes of money are mine as well. Could you have someone fetch them for me?"

President Zhu was taken aback.

At that moment, two alert security guards dashed towards Hee Jiahua's location.

Without a word, they snatched up the cash-filled box.

The bodyguards stood there, dumbstruck and at a loss.

Hee Jiahua bellowed, "That's my money! How dare you rob me?"

Zhang Chen's smile was tinged with mischief as he responded, "Young Master Hee, seems like you've forgotten our little arrangement, haven't you?"

"You..."

Realization dawned on Hee Jiahua, and he shook with rage.

He was about to concoct some excuse to reclaim the cash when murmurs erupted from the crowd.

"We're witnesses! Young Master Hee, are you really going to renege on your word?"

"I'm shocked that the esteemed Young Master of the Hee family would stoop so low! If he can't handle a loss, why gamble at all? It's a stain on the Hee family's honor!"

"Hee Jiahua is nothing special after all!"

...

A cacophony of scathing remarks flooded Hee Jiahua's ears.

Damn it!

He was seething with frustration, with nowhere to channel his fury.

But ultimately, he found himself at a loss for words.

Ten million wasn't an astronomical amount, but reneging on his word would spell disaster for the Hee family's reputation.

Biting back his anger, Hee Jiahua sneered, "Fine, consider that ten million a parting gift. But I'd advise you to stop your con games."

Zhang Chen's grin widened as he quipped, "I appreciate your generosity. But the journey continues for me."

"If I run into more folks like you, I might just earn enough for another Rolls Royce."

With that, he strode into the building with the money in tow.

Hee Jiahua's fists were clenched, his eyes ablaze with barely contained wrath.

"You'll see!"

The words seemed to be ground out from between Hee Jiahua's clenched teeth.

Zhang Chen remained oblivious to Hee Jiahua's seething animosity.

Not that it would matter to him; he was no stranger to being a target.

Once inside, Zhang Chen was escorted by the security guards into the auction hall.

President Zhu kept a tight pace behind Zhang Chen.

Upon entering the auction hall, Zhang Chen surveyed the room, his admiration for the Dafu Group's wealth growing. The grandeur of the auction hall took him by surprise!

At the center stood an auction stage, flanked by rows of luxurious sofas arranged in a sweeping fan shape, each row ascending above the last. And on the second floor, two rows of private boxes graced each side.

Zhang Chen was about to settle into a corner seat when President Zhu intercepted him with a sycophantic smile. "Young Master Chen, your seat is this way," he said.

Taken aback, Zhang Chen followed President Zhu, with Wang Yunan in tow.

They were quickly ushered into the first private box on the left. Inside, Zhang Chen's eyes widened in astonishment. The room was outfitted with every imaginable amenity: plush sofas, an array of tea sets, esteemed calligraphy and paintings, and a selection of fine beverages.

The word 'Heaven' adorned the room's nameplate.

Wang Yunan was equally dazzled, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

President Zhu spoke with deference, "Young Master Chen, please make yourself comfortable. The auction will begin shortly, and I must attend to some matters."

Zhang Chen responded with a courteous smile, "Of course, go ahead."

With no further delay, President Zhu exited the box, gently closing the door behind him.

Zhang Chen approached the window for a better view and realized the strategic vantage point they had—overlooking the entire hall.

Chen Dafu certainly had a flair for the dramatic.

With a grin, Zhang Chen took a seat on the sofa by the window.

His gaze swept the room, eventually settling on an elegant silhouette in the center.

Lin Zhiqing?

He looked closer and noticed Lin Zhiqing was alone, which piqued his curiosity. What business could she possibly have here? Given the Lin family's current predicament, purchasing property seemed out of the question, not to mention beyond their means.

Shaking off his musings, Zhang Chen settled back into his seat, opting for a more discreet presence. Despite being recognized, he understood the need for subtlety—there were still many who hadn't spotted him.

People continued to trickle into the venue outside.

Zhang Chen was in no rush, lying silently on the couch.

Wang Yunan, ever observant, promptly prepared a cup of tea for Zhang Chen and handed it to him.

With a grateful smile, Zhang Chen said, "Thank you."

Wang Yunan quickly returned to her spot, waiting in silence.

Zhang Chen savored the moment in tranquility.

Glancing up, he noticed several new figures in the box across from him.

Among them was Hee Jiahua!

Then, a resonant voice filled the room, "Please take your seats, the auction will commence shortly."