826: Chapter 821 Is he possessed?

He hesitated for a few seconds.

Spending a million to buy a dead mine just to annoy his opponent seemed like a poor deal.

But he was an arrogant man and did not want to show weakness in front of a man of Asian descent.

"One million one hundred thousand."

His voice was clearly not as casual as before.

Shen Yan did not raise his paddle immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and slowly lit it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he looked at the white man and suddenly smiled.

The smile carried a hint of the arrogance and disdain of a spoiled young master.

"Five million."

Boom!

The entire auction hall instantly erupted.

Five million US dollars!

To buy a dead mine?

Everyone thought this Chinese man had gone insane, or that he had too much money and burned his brain.

Even the white man's expression changed.

He was here to cause trouble, not to give away money.

Five million had already far exceeded his budget for a prank.

If he continued to bid and Shen Yan suddenly withdrew, this mess would fall into his lap.

He would have no way to explain it to the Board of Directors when he returned.

"Lunatic."

The white man cursed, fiercely threw his paddle onto the table, and stopped speaking.

The auctioneer was so excited that his single eye was gleaming, and he raised his gavel high.

"Five million once!"

"Five million twice!"

"Five million three times! Sold!"

Bang!

The sound of the gavel settled.

Shen Yan exhaled a long ring of smoke, and his suspended heart finally relaxed.

Chen Guangke trembled with heartache: "Brother Yan... Five million... just to buy such a piece of junk?"

Shen Yan stood up and adjusted his collar.

"Guang Ke, remember this."

"The value of some things cannot be seen with the eyes."

Just then, the system prompt in his mind chimed.

[Congratulations Host for successfully acquiring the Atlas vein.]

[Hidden reward triggered: Clue to a precision machine tool production line left behind by the German Third Reich, located in the underground bunker of the mining area.]

Shen Yan paused his steps, the curve of his mouth deepening.

Buy one get one free?

This was a huge win.

The handover procedures were completed quickly.

Just as Shen Yan received the land ownership certificate stamped with a bright red seal, the white man happened to walk by.

"Kid, you will regret this."

The white man said coldly in English.

"Spending five million to buy a pile of trash, is this the wisdom of you Chinese people?"

Shen Yan casually tossed the certificate to Chen Guangke, as if throwing away scrap paper.

He looked at the arrogant white man and replied in perfect London accent.

"Mr. Smith, perhaps not long from now, you will be begging me to sell this pile of 'trash' to you."

"By then, the price won't be five million anymore."

After speaking, Shen Yan paid no more attention to the other man's ashen face and strode out of the air-raid shelter with Chen Guangke.

Outside, the night sky was dotted with stars.

The desert night wind was a bit cool, but it could not extinguish the burning flame in Shen Yan's heart.

"Brother Yan, where are we going now?"

Chen Guangke carried the box, looking completely bewildered.

Shen Yan looked up at the silhouette of the distant dark mountains, as if seeing an industrial empire rising.

"To the mine."

"Let's go dig up our treasure."

The engine of the SUV roared like a waking beast, charging into the vast darkness.

The dust kicked up by the wheels soon obscured the path they had taken.

But this was only the beginning.

On this battlefield without gunpowder, Shen Yan's first shot had already been fired.

Meanwhile, far away in Jinghai.

Wei Jianguo stood before the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of Rock Technology, looking at the bustling Jinghai below.

In the laboratory behind him, Lin Zhendong was laughing excitedly like a child while looking through a microscope.

"Tianshu, help me adjust the parameters."

"Okay, Uncle Lin."

The tires of the SUV ground over the rough gravel, emitting a jarring friction sound.

The headlights were like two sharp swords, forcibly tearing open a gap in the darkness that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Chen Guangke tightly gripped the handle on the roof, his face looking even worse than it had in the auction hall.

He looked out the window at the pitch-black Gobi Desert, feeling the blood still dripping from his heart; that was a solid five million US dollars, over thirty million yuan in Renminbi.

All for this desolate place where not even birds nested, and where even bird droppings had been weathered into dust.

"Brother Yan, where are we going? This road is getting more and more remote; if we go further, we'll cross the border."

Chen Guangke finally couldn't hold back, his voice shattering in the bumpy cabin.

The local driver named Hassan glanced at the two strange Chinese men through the rearview mirror and muttered something in Arabic that no one could understand.

It probably meant, 'Madmen always like to run down the road to death.'

Shen Yan sat in the passenger seat, the faint light from his tablet screen illuminating his expressionless face.

The screen displayed a satellite map that looked completely disorganized, but in Shen Yan's retina, the holographic guidance lines generated by the system were flashing with a faint blue light.

The red target point was located at the foot of a weathered stone mountain three kilometers ahead.

"Stop talking nonsense. You'll know when we get there."

Shen Yan's voice was steady, so steady that Chen Guangke inexplicably felt a bit more confident.

After all, from mesaichi-7 to Rock Technology, this man had never made a losing deal.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at a huge depression.

This was the core area of the K-9 mining district, also marked as the 'depleted waste pit' in the British man's exploration report.

Silence reigned all around; only the wind whistling through the mouths of the abandoned mine shafts sounded like lonely ghosts wailing.

Several accompanying security personnel jumped out of the car with guns, cautiously scanning the surroundings; they weren't afraid of people, but of wolves, or something else.

Shen Yan pushed open the car door; the gravel under his feet felt solid.

The system interface popped up in his field of vision, and a huge golden arrow pointed directly at a pile of rubble not far away.

[Target locked: Entrance to the secret armory of the German Third Armored Division.]

[Depth: 15 meters underground.]

[Status: Perfectly sealed.]

Shen Yan patted the non-existent dust off his clothes and walked straight toward the pile of rubble.

Chen Guangke followed clumsily, holding a flashlight, its beam swaying over the pile of broken stones.

"Brother Yan, there isn't even a rat hole here. Are we here to dig for oil?"

Shen Yan ignored him, walked up to the pile of rubble, and kicked a piece of rusty iron sheet half-buried in the sand.

"Hassan, have your men clear this out."

Although Hassan thought the order was stupid, for the sake of the money, he waved his hand.

Two strong men as black as charcoal stepped forward, holding entrenching tools, and began clearing the pile of seemingly ordinary rubble.

Chen Guangke squatted to the side, smoking, his eyes full of helplessness, thinking that his boss might have gone mad.