Wu Qianxi smiled at Chu Shaofan and waved her hand,
"Since Young Master Chu is so fond of this Sarira, I won't steal your thunder. I won't bid."
Wu Qianxi withdrew. Chu Shaofan sneered inwardly, glancing at Wu Qianxi.
"Hmph, I figured you, this Wu fellow, wouldn't dare compete with me."
Seeing the battle between the big players on the third floor conclude, Wang Hanzhi let out a deep breath before speaking,
"From the 'Tian' private room on the third floor, Young Master Chu bids one hundred and fifty million."
"One hundred and fifty million, once."
"One hundred and fifty million, twice..."
Chu Shaofan's lips curled. This Sarira was already a sure thing for him.
Everyone present knew him, Chu Shaofan. Anyone who dared to raise the bid at this moment would be like digging up a Tai Sui on their birthday.
They might not even be able to walk out of the auction hall. What good was a Sarira without their life?
"One hundred and fifty million, third..."
Just as Wang Hanzhi was about to strike her hammer, a voice that resonated through the entire venue rang out,
"I bid two hundred million!"
Everyone's gaze instantly turned towards the source of the sound.
Mo Jin stood on the balcony, hands clasped behind his back.
"Mo Jin!" Chu Shaofan roared, slamming his palm onto the table, almost shattering the glass, but his hand also throbbed with intense pain.
Enduring the pain, Chu Shaofan glared at Mo Jin, his face a picture of disbelief as he said,
"Mo Jin, you're messing with me! Didn't you say you weren't going to bid?"
Mo Jin stroked his chin and said with a smile,
"I wasn't interested just now, but now... I've suddenly become interested. Is that not allowed, Young Master Chu?"
After speaking, Mo Jin seemed to remember something and continued to address Wang Hanzhi,
"Miss Wang, regardless of how much this Young Master Chu bids, I will add another million until he can no longer afford it."
The crowd was astonished by this declaration.
To say something like this, among those present, only the young master of Millennium Jewelry and this Mo Jin from the Mo family in the capital could do so.
Such a statement required immense wealth!
The Mo family and Young Master Chu were both among the Four Great Families of the capital.
Although the Mo family's overall strength was weaker than the Chu family's, they were not far behind. After all, they were both among the top families, and neither could completely dominate the other.
While Chu Shaofan and Mo Jin were of the same generation,
Mo Jin was a few years older and had already taken charge of many businesses within the family, naturally having access to substantial funds.
Chu Shaofan, on the other hand, was, in essence, a dissolute playboy.
He knew nothing and could do nothing in the family business.
His arrogance and swagger were solely due to his father being the current patriarch of the Chu family.
With such a father, who wouldn't be arrogant?
Ever since Chu Shaofan's father had recently instructed him to temper his behavior during these critical times, Chu Shaofan's funds had also been restricted. While he could spend a few hundred million freely, any more would require his father's approval.
Chu Shaofan currently only had three to four hundred million on him. If he squandered it all here, he'd be eating dirt for the latter half of the month. The beautiful women and socialites he kept in the capital would surely throw tantrums, and might not even spread their legs for him.
After a moment of thought, Chu Shaofan gritted his teeth and said with immense rage,
"Mo Jin, fine. You dare oppose me. Wait until we get back to the capital, and I'll make you pay!"
Mo Jin smiled wordlessly, completely unfazed by Chu Shaofan's threats.
Such words were all Chu Shaofan dared to utter. Although Mo Jin was not a direct descendant of the Mo family, he held a significant position and status. Chu Shaofan would have to weigh his options before daring to act against him.
Chu Shaofan withdrew from the bidding. Ultimately, the Sarira was won by Mo Jin for two hundred million.
From a shadowed corner behind Mo Jin, Mo Tao slowly emerged and said in a low voice to Mo Jin,
"Thanks. I'll transfer the money to your account later."