118: Chapter 118 The Best Actor and Actress Arrive, and This Old Fox Has Completely Fallen into the Trap.

The auctioneer's wooden gavel hung in mid-air, and the air in the hall felt as if it had been filled with lead.

"2.51 billion."

Qin Feng's voice was not loud, just enough for the few people in the front row to hear clearly.

He did not raise his bidding paddle high; in fact, it could be said he held it rather casually, as if he were at a wet market buying two catties of pork ribs and throwing in a green onion for free.

Qian Zhenghao's hand, which was playing with his walnuts, jerked to a stop.

Ten million? In a game of this caliber, involving billions, this ten million was simply an insult.

"3 billion!" Qian Zhenghao barely hesitated, pushing the price up by 500 million immediately.

He turned his head and looked at Qin Feng provocatively, his eyes clearly saying: "If you have the guts, keep up."

Qin Feng picked up the mineral water on the table, took a sip, and leisurely raised his paddle: "3 billion… and 10 million."

"Whoa—" A stir rippled through the media seats and the observation area in the back.

That was too vicious! No matter how much Qian Zhenghao added, Qin Feng only added 10 million.

This wasn't just bidding; this was psychological warfare.

The representatives of two investment firms who had originally been interested in the Tiansheng Group shares exchanged glances and silently put down their paddles.

The price had already exceeded the value of the shares themselves, and with these two titans clashing, anyone who entered would just be cannon fodder.

"3.5 billion!" Qian Zhenghao's cheeks bulged, and his teeth ground together, making a clicking sound.

"3.51 billion." Qin Feng's voice remained steady.

"4 billion!"

"4.01 billion."

Qian Zhenghao slammed the table, causing the pair of walnuts, polished to a glossy shine, to bounce twice on the marble tabletop and roll onto the carpet.

He pointed at Qin Feng, the veins on his neck bulging like earthworms: "Qin Feng! Are you fucking out of money? If you can't play, get lost! Adding 10 million at a time, do you think this is child's play?"

Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid, just turned his head to say to President Gu beside him: "President Gu, it seems Chairman Qian is in a hurry. Is the Qian Family's cash flow tight? Does he want a quick resolution?"

Gu Qianqian pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, holding a calculator in her hand, her voice cold and detached: "According to the monitoring of the Qian Group's capital flow yesterday, plus the gap from the bank withdrawing loans, 4 billion should be the limit of his liquid capital. Any higher, and he will have to resort to some… unconventional methods."

The voice was not loud, but just enough for Qian Zhenghao next door to hear.

Qian Zhenghao's pupils contracted.

4 billion was indeed his red line; that stock market sniper battle yesterday had left him severely wounded.

He subconsciously reached for the phone in his pocket.

That damned "Vulture," why was there still no news?

Just then, the auctioneer's voice rang out again: "4.01 billion, going once! Any more bids?"

"4.5 billion!" Qian Zhenghao roared.

He was gambling, gambling that the phone call would come through immediately, gambling that the Panamanian freighter had already docked.

Qin Feng did not raise his paddle immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee.

Once, twice, three times.

It wasn't until the auctioneer called out "Going twice" that he slowly raised his paddle: "4.51 billion."

"You!" Qian Zhenghao felt his blood pressure hitting the roof.

This feeling of being led by the nose made him want to kill.

"5 billion!" Qian Zhenghao shouted the number.

When he called out those two words, his hands were shaking.

This was the limit of what he could mobilize, even overdrawing the liquidity of the Qian Family for the next three years.

There was a deathly silence in the hall.

5 billion to buy 25% of Tiansheng Group's shares—the premium rate had already exceeded 100%.

This was no longer a business investment; this was burning money.

Qin Feng did not follow immediately this time.

He put down his bidding paddle, leaned forward slightly, and leaned into Gu Qianqian's ear.

The two were very close; from Qian Zhenghao's angle, it looked as if the two were having a heated argument.

Gu Qianqian frowned, her fingers tapping heavily on the document, seemingly opposing something strongly.

She shook her head and pushed the calculator toward Qin Feng, which displayed a string of red numbers.

Qin Feng rubbed his temples, showing an expression of hesitation for the first time.

He picked up the bidding paddle, raised it halfway, then put it back down, even letting out a sigh.

This scene was seen by Qian Zhenghao.

Out of money! This brat finally couldn't hold on!

The phone in Qian Zhenghao's pocket suddenly vibrated.

He secretly took it out to look; it was a cryptic text message.

It was the code he had agreed upon with "Vulture"—the cargo was on the ship, and the funds were being collected.

A wave of ecstasy instantly washed away his previous anxiety.

Qian Zhenghao felt alive again, and the pleasure of controlling everything returned to his body.

"What? General Manager Qin, giving up already?"

Qian Zhenghao stood up, looking down at Qin Feng with a victor's grimace, "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Keep following! Have you run out of loose change in your pocket?"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, as if provoked, and grabbed the bidding paddle, ready to raise it.

Beside him, Gu Qianqian grabbed his hand, lowered her voice, and said urgently: "General Manager Qin! You can't add any more! This has already seriously exceeded our budget model; if you continue, the company's capital chain will break! This doesn't align with investment logic!"

"Let go!" Qin Feng shook off Gu Qianqian's hand, his face flushed red—the look of a gambler who had lost his mind.

"I cannot lose to him! I'll just add one more time!"

"5.01 billion!" Qin Feng almost roared it out.

Qian Zhenghao watched this scene, and the last weight in his heart lifted.

So he was at the end of his rope, just pretending to be a big shot here.

Since you want to play, then I will crush you completely!

Qian Zhenghao adjusted his tie and took a deep breath.

He wanted to use a number that would make Qin Feng absolutely desperate to end this farce and completely shatter all of this young man's dignity.

"6 billion!"

As soon as these two words came out, the entire auction hall seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

Everyone widened their eyes, even forgetting to breathe.

6 billion! This was simply insane!

This price was enough to build another Tiansheng Group in Jinling!

The auctioneer's hand holding the wooden gavel was shaking; in his thirty years in the business, he had never seen such a crazy premium.

Qian Zhenghao braced his hands on the table, leaning forward, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Qin Feng, every muscle on his face trembling—it was a spasm from extreme excitement.

He was waiting.

Waiting to see the expression of despair, helplessness, and the final forced admission of defeat on Qin Feng's face.

That would be his greatest trophy of the day.