42: Chapter 42 Money is useless in Shanghai!

After the auctioneer finished speaking, the line of people below raising their placards was already endless.

Li Anlan widened her eyes in surprise and whispered in Yang Fan's ear:

"Brother, is this the one I know?"

Yang Fan nodded.

"These people are even sillier than my Father..."

"So much money for a single piece of calligraphy!"

"Can't you just keep getting this calligraphy, Brother?"

Li Anlan had a preliminary understanding of the money here, knowing that a hundred million was a very large unit, but she didn't know exactly how much it was equivalent to in the Tang Dynasty.

Yang Fan patted her head. "Silly girl, the calligraphy by Wang Xizhi that your Father collected would still be worth hundreds of millions or even billions per piece today."

"Antique calligraphy and paintings from a prosperous era are the most valuable."

"You'll know everything after watching more short videos in the future."

Although short videos provide fragmented information, there are so many of them; after watching for ten days or half a month, she would understand a lot more about the present.

After all, Li Anlan would likely enjoy watching videos about the Tang Dynasty, and they would keep being recommended to her. After seeing the comparisons between the two worlds, she would understand.

By this time, the bidding on the floor had reached a fever pitch.

Yang Fan saw a young man beside Tian Zian also bidding.

He casually raised his placard.

"1.2 billion."

The price of 1.1 billion was directly raised by another hundred million by Yang Fan.

Everyone looked at him.

Others only added ten million after much deliberation, or their voices went hoarse from shouting over the phone.

This kid called it out so casually.

Ye Qingcheng and Tian Zian also looked at him; after all, they both knew this item belonged to Yang Fan.

This guy is still raising the price; isn't he afraid of it getting stuck in his own hands?

Tian Zian immediately shouted loudly:

"I question this person's assets. He doesn't have 1.2 billion at all. He's causing trouble at the venue; have the security guards escort him out."

Some people who could no longer afford items of this level also joined in the shouting, verbally attacking Yang Fan.

"Exactly! What is this? Adding a hundred million at a time—is he using hell money?"

"Did the venue fail to verify his funds? Letting someone like this in."

The auctioneer struck the gavel forcefully.

"Quiet!"

"The gentleman you mentioned has a guarantor and can bid up to 4 billion, so you don't need to worry."

"If you cause any more trouble, we will have to ask you to leave."

Tian Zian's face darkened. Damn it, the auction house obviously wanted to drive the price up to get a bigger commission. If he pointed it out, he would likely really be kicked out.

And they might even do something to him in secret. After all, taking someone's wealth is like killing their parents; everyone knows this unwritten rule, but no one points it out. As long as the price is reasonable, no one will say anything.

After all, everyone has times when they need to auction items.

"Alright, this gentleman has bid 1.2 billion. Is there anyone higher? I won't say more about the value of this calligraphy; those who know its worth can start bidding!"

After this little interlude, people continued to raise their placards; after all, there were too many hidden big shots in the country.

Those rich people on the surface aren't the truly wealthy ones.

Ye Qingcheng asked Yang Fan curiously:

"Why did you bid yourself? To drive up the price?"

"I think they're too slow. The bidding isn't satisfying at all. It's quite boring for me here."

Yang Fan yawned boredly. He still wanted to go check out the Liangjian World; after all, with so many weapons now, wouldn't it be a waste not to use them?

Besides, he hadn't prepared any water yet. He had tried his new ability, and it was exaggerated; originally, he could run a hundred meters in 12 seconds.

After awakening, he could run it in over 8 seconds, and after using his Speed Ability, he could reach over 5 seconds.

100 meters in 5 seconds...

If he improved by another two ranks, it would be simply unimaginable.

No wonder that person from the Apocalypse said that with two more levels, pistols wouldn't be able to hurt him.

Ye Qingcheng was speechless after hearing Yang Fan's words. For this guy, bidding 1.2 billion felt like it didn't affect him at all.

She worked herself to death selling cosmetics and couldn't even make 200 million a year, even with help.

Does he really not treat money as money?

In the end, it was auctioned for 1.5 billion, bought by a proxy; no one knew who the person behind it was.

Li Anlan leaned over happily and said:

"Brother, our item is sold! Can I use this money to buy things?"

"Yeah, buy whatever you want!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh; a child raised with love since childhood is indeed different—she has no sense of inferiority.

Hearing this, Li Anlan happily went to mark the things she wanted to buy. Presumably, she didn't know how much money they had before.

Now she knew, and besides, couldn't Yang Fan just keep getting these things from Father? It didn't cost any money.

Sure enough, in the following auction, Li Anlan bought every piece of jewelry.

The little girl was quite competitive; as long as someone bid, she immediately raised her placard again.

From tens of millions down to several millions, she swept up all the jewelry by herself.

Ye Qingcheng's mouth twitched as she watched from the side. Being Yang Fan's woman was actually quite nice. She used to really hate "the other woman."

But after seeing Li Anlan, her view changed.

Dammit, you can't blame "the other woman"; who could withstand being showered with so much money?

"Next is something you young people will like."

"A Pagani Huayra Codalunga, limited to 5 units worldwide. With its simple and agile lines, dynamic body, and elegant shape, this car pays tribute to the timeless charm of 1960s racing."

"The guide price is 58 million to 100 million."

"I'm sure car enthusiasts are familiar with this. This car is being auctioned by a wealthy collector; it's not just the car, but also a very impressive license plate being sold with it."

As they spoke, they displayed not only the car but also the license plate:

Shanghai A99999.

"The starting price for this set is 80 million."

The young people at the venue were in an uproar; this was the ultimate flex kit.

Whoever could win the bid would be able to walk tall in the racing circle.

Many young second-generation rich kids at the scene had already started making calls to request funds.

At this moment, a young man beside Tian Zian raised his placard.

"100 million."

"Qin Fan, can your old man give you that much money?"

Tian Zian asked curiously; although he knew the other's family was rich, they wouldn't just let him buy such an expensive car.

"Of course not. I scraped it together by selling a few of my cars. I'll take you for a spin when the time comes!"

Qin Fan had known what would be auctioned today and had prepared the money.

The car's value was around 85 million, and the license plate was worth about 8 million; he was already paying a premium.

"By the way, do you have a grudge against that kid?"

"How about I find a few guys to take one of his arms and bring it to you?"

"This kid has a bit of money and has forgotten who he is. He needs to know that having money alone is useless."

Qin Fan was in high spirits; after all, if he got this car, he would become an insurmountable presence in the circle.

"Hehe, I was originally going to ask for your help, so thanks, brother. If you ever need anything, just come to me. If I can handle it, I will; if I can't, my old man's got my back."

"In this neck of the woods in Shanghai, there aren't many who wouldn't give my old man some face!"

Tian Zian sneered. "Young man, let me teach you a lesson: money alone is useless!"