Awakening The Weakest Talent: Only I Level Up

Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120 Black Gold Chamber of Commerce

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation      Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The hefty starting price of 50,000 Dragon Coins for the evolutionary medicine sent shockwaves through the crowd. This effectively deterred a significant portion of potential buyers, leaving only wealthy young masters in the running.

For most, 50,000 was already a fortune. Even if they could afford it initially, they wouldn’t be able to keep up with the inevitable bidding war that would drive the price even higher. With a few rounds of back-and-forth, everyone anticipated the price to reach close to sum far beyond the reach of many.

This realization forced even the remaining contenders to tread cautiously.

One brave soul, however, broke the silence, raising their placard. The allure of increased combat strength proved too tempting to resist, despite the hefty price tag. After all, this was arguably the best supplement available.

Lu Yu, however, remained composed, opting to wait until the bidding reached its peak before making his move. With over 400,000 Dragon Coins at his disposal, he wouldn’t hesitate to spend them all on this coveted potion. Money was no object in his current situation.

“1 bid 60,000!” “1 bid 65,000!”

“70,000!”

The price steadily climbed, inching closer to the 100,000 mark. Onlookers, unable to keep pace, began dropping out one by one. Their budgets, limited to tens of thousands, simply couldn’t compete with the escalating figures. Even if they forwent other purchases, they wouldn’t have enough to secure the potion.

“Quite a lively auction today!” The cloaked figure on stage boomed with amusement. He reveled in the heated competition, for his family’s financial woes depended on a high selling price.

But as the price continued to rise, the number of bidders dwindled.

“101,000!”

This new bid elicited gasps from the remaining crowd. While the evolutionary drug undoubtedly boosted a battle dragon’s capabilities, spending 100,000 Dragon Coins could potentially yield similar or even greater results by purchasing a variety of alternative supplements. For this amount, one could equip a dragon with a comprehensive set of high-quality gear. The cost-effectiveness of the potion, solely for bloodline evolution, seemed questionable.

However, for the truly wealthy, price-to-performance mattered little. They craved anything that offered an edge in strength, and cost became a secondary concern.

“The price has already doubled, reaching a staggering 100,000! It looks like it might be nearing its peak, though.” “Yeah, this is probably as high as it goes.”

“It seems like this is the final price.”

“Who’s the last bidder? Oh, it’s Young Master Yi, son of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce’s president! He must be here for something good, and today, he found it.”

“The Black Gold Chamber of Commerce? No wonder he’s got deep pockets. This is practically his for the taking.”

“Of course. Who else can compete? You wouldn’t expect City Lord Yuan Huan himself to show up, would you?”

A young man in a casual black outfit sat confidently in the front row of the VIP section. His eyes were fixed on the auction stage, a determined glint in them. He clearly intended to win this bid.

“Young Master Yi,” a concerned butler seated beside him spoke up, “the price is already at 101,000 Dragon Coins, exceeding the market value. We might be losing money on this deal.”

“Market value is irrelevant,” Young Master Yi scoffed. “There are barely any of these potions in circulation. The opportunity to acquire one shouldn’t be missed. Those who are hesitant to spend will never achieve greatness. Such a crucial drug, and they’re here calculating cost-effectiveness? Laughable! A shrewd businessman will ultimately be outsmarted by their own frugality. This potion is mine. No one will take it from me. With my wealth, I doubt anyone here can compete.”

Settled firmly in his VIP seat, Young Master Yi crossed his legs, radiating an air of unwavering confidence as his eyes fixated on the coveted potion on stage.

Just then, Lu Yu, sensing no further bids, raised his placard.

“105.000!” he boomed.

The cloaked figure on the stage perked up with excitement. “Another bid! 105,000 Dragon Coins! Anyone willing to go higher?”

The prospect of a bidding war fueled his excitement, and Lu Yu’s raised placard was music to his ears.

“Who is that?” Young Master Yi whipped his head around, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s this kid’s deal? Which family is he from? How can he afford such extravagance?” he demanded of his butler.

The butler, equally bewildered, cast a curious glance at Lu Yu before shaking his head helplessly. “No clue, sir. I had never seen him before. I’ve been navigating the upper echelons for years, but this face is completely new.”

“Whoever he is,” Young Master Yi declared, his voice laced with determination,

“don’t even think about snatching this potion from me!”

With renewed purpose, he raised his placard. “120,000!”

Lu Yu, growing impatient, decided to forgo a prolonged bidding war. He wanted a swift resolution.

“150,000!” he countered, his voice firm.

Young Master Yi, fueled by a surge of anger, bristled at Lu Yu’s bid.

“150,000! He dares challenge me? He clearly has no genuine interest in the potion! This is a blatant attempt to rile me up!”

The ever-observant butler chimed in, “Quite likely, sir. I noticed his silence during the initial bidding. He only raised his placard after your offer. He’s not after the potion itself, but rather provoking you. After all, your reputation precedes you. It’s no surprise someone would relish the opportunity to get under your skin.”

A sneer contorted Young Master Yi’s face. “Pathetic attempt! Probably some enemy stooge sent to disrupt me. Dream on! Do they truly believe I’d cower in fear?”

With disdain dripping from his voice, he raised his placard once more.

“Two hundred thousand!” he declared, gritting his teeth. “Today, we fight to the bitter end! Let’s see how long you can keep this charade up!”

However, Lu Yu remained unfazed. He simply raised his own placard again.

“250,000.”

The excitement on the stage was palpable. The cloaked figure trembled with pure exhilaration, a fisherman reaping the benefits of a heated bidding war. “Young Master Yi,” he pressed, “do you intend to raise your bid further?”

Yi Tianheng let out a cold laugh. “This guy is purposely inflating the price, banking on my inevitable counteroffer. He believes I’ll be forced to pay an exorbitant sum. But if I withdraw now, he’ll be left empty-handed. He probably doesn’t even have that kind of money!”

He began to analyze the situation thoughtfully.

“I won’t add another penny,” he finally declared with a nonchalant air. “Let him have it. On one condition—immediate payment..”