Reborn As Super Heiress

Chapter 1954: Chapter 1857: The Last Item

Soon, the final centerpiece, the second Beast Head, took the stage.

The numerous bidders below straightened their backs one by one, waiting for the spectacle to unfold.

Regardless of their intentions to join the bidding or not, seeing the previous Snake Head sell for a billion, they all felt the world had gone mad.

However, in this world, there’s always more madness to come; it never reaches the peak. Because with the first Beast Head paving the way, the second one didn’t even need the few insiders Clayflo planted to drive the prices from behind. A plethora of bidders surged forward, treating the auction site as a smoke-free battlefield, and it was as if their bids didn’t even cost money.

When the first Snake Head reached sixty million in bidding, only a few people continued to bid, and the process took at least ten minutes. However, the second Rooster Head reached sixty million in bidding in under two minutes and kept rising.

The previously regretful Middle Eastern Prince, who abandoned the bidding, was filled with remorse and unwillingness. Meanwhile, another partner beside him, also a Middle Eastern Prince, continuously raised his paddle to increase the price, seemingly intent on breaking through the encirclement.

However, sharing the same determination to acquire the Rooster Head were several others, including Fujiwara Seiho.

These fierce bidders pushed the price close to the first Snake Head within less than ten minutes.

”Ninety million!” the Middle Eastern Prince shouted, his face ashen, holding up his number plate.

”Ninety-two million!” a wealthy Mexican defiantly shouted.

Fujiwara Seiho too, with a dark expression, said, ”Ninety-five million!”

”Ninety-six million!” an Englishman gritted his teeth and raised his paddle.

Seeing this, the crowd in the VIP room felt tense, especially Huang Zhenlong, who clenched his fists, his face red with anger.

”These people don’t understand Huaxia culture at all; why are they meddling? Do they have too much money?”

Li Jun nodded: ”Of course, they have too much money to spend. That Mexican seems to be a mafia boss with a complete drug trafficking industry; the Englishman is an arms dealer, with many underground firearms flowing from him; needless to say, the one with the turban is a prince from an oil country, rolling in cash. What they seek is fame and thrill—an antique that can flaunt their identity and status, causing a global sensation once acquired. Do you think they wouldn’t do it?”

Huang Zhenlong and several other elders were left speechless.

Huo Sining couldn’t help but sigh. Though, no matter the circumstance, these two Beast Heads were Huaxia Country’s relics. Now that they appeared, it wouldn’t take until tomorrow for the news to spread. Even if Clayflo saw her as easy prey, she had no choice but to take the bait. If a foreigner ended up buying the artifacts, Huaxia might become an international joke, and the bidders might face harsh backlash from their compatriots.

Since there’s no retreat, advancing is the only option.

Huo Sining knew well that many were waiting for Huaxia people to become laughingstocks. Thinking so, she beckoned Li Jun over and whispered suggestions in his ear.

After hearing Huo Sining’s proposal, Li Jun widened his eyes, shock apparent, and looked at her: ”Can this work?”

Huo Sining nodded with a smile: ”Just do as I say.”

Li Jun raised a brow: ”Okay, then I’ll follow your lead.”

With that, Li Jun took the number 88 plate and walked towards the small balcony.

Inside, everyone turned to look at Huo Sining in disbelief—even Zhou Shitao curiously gazed at her: ”What did you say to that kid from the Li Family?”

Huo Sining shrugged, smiling silently.

The four below continued their tug of war, though the bidding pace slowed down.

The auctioneer, inwardly thrilled, flushed in the face, realized this might be the most expensive antique sold in his career. His palms sweat, gripping the gavel tightly, eyes unwaveringly fixed on any movement below.

”Mr. 354 bids one hundred thirty-two million! Would anyone like to increase the bid?”

The auctioneer scanned the audience, keeping his composure.

He couldn’t help but glance at the plants positioned by his boss, trying to signal them to raise the price.

Since the Rooster Head entered the stage, he’d received orders that its minimum sale price must not be below one hundred fifty million, still twenty million short of the target.

But evidently, the few wealthy bidders were tiring, showing signs of retreat. If no one raised the bid, the Rooster Head’s final price might stagnate here.

At this moment, the auctioneer noticed movement from the VIP box above.

Hurriedly, he looked up, seeing the smiling man stepping out, and his breath caught.

That man again! Is he going to make a move?

The auctioneer’s eyes lit up, his heart racing, his breath growing tense.

During the previous Snake Head auction, with the planned plants and number 354 in fierce competition, this man suddenly intervened, calling out nine hundred million, stunning the rivals, and securing the Snake Head.

Now that the man appeared again, does it mean he’s going to bid once more?

Guests monitoring developments sensed the auctioneer’s excitement and followed his gaze.

Seeing the mysterious man from the box re-emerge, everyone’s reaction mirrored the auctioneer’s.

Excited and eager, they watched Li Jun, hoping he would throw caution to the wind, turning the tide.

The four locked in battle also looked at Li Jun’s location, particularly Fujiwara Seiho, his face solemn, typically smiling lips tightened, eyes reflecting determination and malice.

As expected, standing on the balcony, Li Jun raised his number plate without hesitation.

”One hundred fifty million!”