545: Chapter 545 Boss, Goodbye! Ten Million in Exports Causes Qian Duoduo's Heart to Stop

"Seven and a half million."

Su Chen's tone remained as lazy as ever.

That listless voice called out an astronomical figure that an ordinary True Immortal would have to struggle for a hundred years to earn.

Neither more nor less, it was an increase of exactly five hundred thousand.

It was both a follow-up and a probe.

There was almost no pause from Private Room Number Seven.

"Eight million!"

Han Rui's voice revealed undisguised contempt and irritation, intended to drive away an annoying fly.

Eight million.

The Loose Cultivators in the hall had completely become spectators, leaning back in their chairs with eyes full of excitement as they watched immortals fight.

"Are these two rooms sworn enemies? They're really going at it!"

"Eight million for a lump of ice? I've really had my eyes opened today! I don't understand the world of the rich, but I'm deeply shocked!"

After hearing eight million, Su Chen did not immediately follow.

He paused for a full five breaths.

From the corner of his eye, Jian Buping's fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of his sword, his gaze sharp, clearly analyzing the situation.

Meanwhile, Wang Baobao tilted her head, her large, dark eyes full of innocence as she whispered to Jian Buping:

"Uncle, can eight million buy all the guardrails in Peng City?"

Just then.

"Eight and a half million!"

Near the western aisle, the voice of that tall, thin man in gray robes suddenly rang out.

The sharp voice pierced right through the stagnant atmosphere of the venue.

Shill Number Yi arrived as expected.

Number Jia was responsible for lighting the fire, while Number Yi was responsible for stirring up trouble.

The staggered bidding rhythm between the three shills formed a slaughter trio carefully orchestrated for him.

[Professional.]

In his heart, Su Chen gave the Lingbao Trading Firm's "Gold Medal Shill" team a score of eighty.

[Too professional. So professional they don't seem like Loose Cultivators, but more like a group of emotionless assassins. Deducting twenty points; pay attention next time.]

[But that's not important.]

[What's important is—it's time to turn up the heat another level.]

Su Chen suddenly moved.

An action that no one expected.

With a "whoosh," he stood up from that warm jade lounge chair!

Then, he strode to the windowsill and slammed his hand down on it!

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang made the windowsill, carved from ten-thousand-year-old immortal jade, tremble!

Thousands of gazes across the venue were instantly drawn by this loud noise, pinning themselves firmly on Box Number One!

In an instant, Su Chen's expression changed.

One moment he was a lazy salted fish, his eyes calm and unruffled.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly ignited with fire, and immortal essence rushed to his head, causing a sickly flush to rise on his cheeks.

The image of a top-tier playboy, enraged to the point of losing his mind because a beloved item was being snatched away, came to life.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice high and bright, carrying an overbearing energy that could burn down the eight desolations, echoing throughout the venue:

"You dare to snatch something I've set my eyes on?!"

"Eight and a half million? That's it?!"

"Are you trying to brush off a beggar?!"

He extended a finger, pointing into the air, his arrogant gaze sweeping across the tall, thin man in gray and the direction of Private Room Number Seven.

Finally, he let out a sky-shaking roar:

"I bid ten million!"

Ten million.

As these words left his mouth, they were like thunder from the Nine Heavens, instantly crushing all the clamor in the venue!

The entire auction hall fell into a deathly silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

Then, with a "boom," it completely exploded!

"Ten million?! My ears aren't playing tricks on me, are they? He's crazy!"

"Ten million for a single first-grade immortal body marrow core?! The market price is three million at most! This is more than triple that!"

"Does money fall from the sky?! What kind of spendthrift has appeared from where?!"

Waves of shock swept wildly through the hall.

Inside Box Number One.

Su Chen stood by the window with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving with "Qi," his gaze like a knife, staring intently below.

The image of a gambler backed into a corner, willing to pay any price to defend his face, was acted out to the core.

But he knew that his heart was beating as steadily as ever.

He even had the leisure to polish and score his performance in his head.

[Hmm, the force of slamming the windowsill was just right; it was intimidating without damaging public property, so no compensation needed.]

[The voice was high enough, bright enough, and piercing enough; I captured the flavor of being overbearing perfectly.]

[I almost believed the words "this young master" myself. The emotional progression was perfect. Full marks!]

Behind him.

Qian Duoduo was frozen in place—not just petrified, but weathered into dust.

His mouth hung open, his jaw nearly dislocated, and his eyes had completely lost focus.

He looked as if his Soul had been sucked out.

Ten million.

Ten million.

Ten million had come out of the boss's mouth.

He felt as if his heart hadn't just been cut three times, but repeatedly trampled by ten thousand Starry Sky Behemoths, ground into mush, and then scattered by a gale, with not even ash remaining.

"B... Boss..."

His voice shook uncontrollably. His fat body lunged forward, hands trembling as they reached toward Su Chen, as if he wanted to cast a "Silence Spell" to completely seal that mouth, which was more expensive than a Spirit Immortal Artifact!

Su Chen ignored him.

His "rage" continued.

The play had reached its climax.

How could he, the protagonist, exit the stage now?

He needed everyone to believe that he, Su Chen, was determined to get this immortal body marrow core and had completely lost his mind!

Only then would those two packs of wolves, sharpening their knives, feel confident enough to continue bidding.

Only then would they willingly walk, step by step, into the warm and comfortable pit he had dug with his own hands.