In the VIP box No. 8, Zhao Zheng's face changed slightly. As a native of Longcheng, he naturally knew the power of the Fu family. However, in his opinion, the Fu family expressed their attitude so toughly, and no one would go against them. Lin Fan just commented lightly when he heard this: "I'm stupid."

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. People in ordinary seats will give up competition because they do not know the value of the cicada fruit. There is no one in the VIP box in these VIP rooms. Not to mention that just a junior from the Fu family shouted a word, even if the Fu family head came, it would be useless.

This small golden cicada fruit fell into the hands of any of them, which was enough to cultivate a martial arts master. The martial arts master was basically an invincible existence in the secular world, which was absolutely a fatal temptation for any force. It was absolutely impossible for the people in the VIP box next to him to give up competition just because of Fu Ze's words.

Not to mention that the Fu family is not enough to cover the sky with one hand, even if the Fu family is the absolute no.1 of Longcheng, it is not easy to use. Under the induced absolute interests, anyone will fall into madness.

There is a classic saying in marx: "Capital is afraid of no profit or too little profit, just like nature is afraid of vacuum. Once there is a proper profit, capital becomes bold; if there is 10% profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is 20% profit, it becomes active; if there is 50% profit, it takes risks; for 100% profit, it dares to trample on all human laws; if there is 300% profit, it dares to commit any crime, or even risk the danger of being hung. If turmoil and disputes can bring profits, it will encourage turmoil and disputes."

To put it bluntly, the same is true for human nature.

After Fu Ze finished shouting, Zheng Jie immediately flattered: "The young master is wise and powerful, and he will definitely shock others. It seems that this golden cicada fruit is ours."

Fu Ze also looked proud, as if he had seen the golden cicada fruit fall into his pocket, while Tu Aokun frowned. He didn't think things would be that simple.

Sure enough, within ten seconds after Fu Ze called out, someone raised the price.

"One thousand two million!"

"Cao, is he? Who is it?"

When Fu Ze heard someone fucking him, he immediately became angry and slapped the table and gritted his teeth.

Zheng Jie looked at the screen and quickly said, "Young Master, it was the price he called for in Box 4. If I remember correctly, it should be from the Ye family."

"Hmph, what a Ye family, so good you Ye Yingfan, so brave, you dare to go against me!" Fu Ze said with a gloomy face.

Tu Aokun said: "Young Master, we know the miraculous effects of the Golden Cicada Fruit. The people in the other VIP rooms are not fools. I'm afraid that not only the Ye family, but also the others will not give up."

"Then it depends on who has a bigger body!" A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Fu Ze's eyes, and he directly increased the price: "130 million!"

In the box No. 4, there was a man and a woman sitting. The man was about twenty-eight or nine years old, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and extraordinary heroic. He was wearing a casual outfit without a trademark. He sat quietly on the sofa. His breath was introverted and his eyes flashed. He suddenly appeared. He was obviously not a playboy like Fu Ze. This person was Ye Yingfan in Fu Ze's mouth.

Next to the man was a woman of twenty-four or twenty-five. She had a beautiful face, wearing a light green dress, purple high heels, and her long hair was casually scattered on her shoulders like a waterfall. Her skin was better than snow and her figure was slim. She was Ye Yingfan's real sister, Ye Yingru.

This is a pair of brothers and sisters with great looks.

Seeing Fu Ze increase the price, Ye Yingru chuckled and said, "Brother, it seems that Fu Ze is anxious."

"150 million!" Ye Yingfan sneered, and raised the price without hesitation. He picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He bent down and picked up a lighter from the table, and said with contempt: "This prodigal son really thinks that no one can afford to provoke their Fu family in Longcheng. I really don't know why Fu Dongliu asked him to come. He is not enough to make a mistake."

"Brother—" Ye Yingru frowned slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "Just talk, what do you want to do with a lighter?"

"Uh..." Ye Yingfan glanced at his sister, put the lighter back on the table, took the cigarette under his nose, smelled the smell of tobacco, and showed an intoxicated expression on his face, then pinched the cigarette to his ears and said, "I just smell the smell of tobacco, don't smoke, don't smoke."

"Hmph!" Ye Yingru pouted and snorted, shook her head proudly, her hair flew, and the fragrance drifted, and she looked at the screen.

Fu Ze in the No. 3 box was completely angry. He felt that he had been provoked and his face was terrifying, so he was ready to increase the price, but before he could say anything, the No. 2 box next to him also shouted for the price.

"One 55 million!"

At this moment, the other private rooms could not sit still and shouted prices one after another. Soon, the prices soared to 300 million.

For this level of competition, people in ordinary seats can only open their mouths and watch them with a big mouth, and they can't get involved at all, which also makes them more clearly aware of the gap between them and those top families.

All eight VIP private rooms, except No. 8, participated in the bidding. It can be said that this is a battle without gunpowder and it is extremely fierce.

In the box No. 8, Zhao Zheng was completely shocked by the great efforts of these wealthy families. After a while, he came to his senses and looked at Lin Fan, and asked carefully: "Master Lin, don't we compete?"

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "This thing is probably not going to be able to get out without 400 million. Even if I shout the price now, it's useless."

Could it be that Master Lin is willing to give in to such a good thing?

Zhao Zheng drew a big question mark in his heart, but he was very sensible and did not ask questions directly. Sometimes the more he knew, the faster he died, the more he died, and he still understood this principle.

Lin Fan looked at the numbers that kept beating on the screen with a calm expression. It would be impossible to say that he had no idea about the Golden Cicada Fruit. On the contrary, Lin Fan had already made up his mind to get it. However, with his current financial resources, there was definitely no chance of winning the regular bidding, so he could only find another way.
Chapter completed!