"I bid fifty-five million!"
"I bid sixty million!"
"Sixty-eight million!"
"Seventy million!"
As if money was their sworn enemy, they chased after it with bloodshot eyes, the price climbing relentlessly.
While Tu Biao watched in stunned silence, Cheng Xiaofan muttered, "These people are completely insane, truly insane!"
"If I'm not mistaken, this madman won't stop until he hits a hundred million!"
"Sigh, they have plenty of money anyway. Let them spend it. I'll just sit back and reap the benefits!"
"Ninety million!"
At this point, they were only ten million away from Cheng Xiaofan's predicted target.
"I bid one hundred million!"
*Dong!*
As someone shouted out a hundred million, the auctioneer immediately brought down his hammer. "One hundred million, sold!"
"I protest!"
A person suddenly leaped out from the bidding area, shouting hoarsely, "Three seconds haven't passed yet, why was it sold for a hundred million?"
"This is unfair! I want to bid one hundred and fifty million!"
"No, I bid two hundred million!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a mournful cry erupted from the participant area. "Heavens, someone's bidding two hundred million!"
"What kind of wine is this that commands such a price?"
"God, where does this leave our French diamond champagne with centuries of history?"
"What kind of happy wine is this that has these big bosses bidding so wildly?"
At this moment, Tu Biao was completely petrified!
"Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet! Please be quiet!"
The auctioneer raised his voice and addressed the bidding area, "This happy wine, it's not that I'm not letting you continue bidding, but the consignor has stated that the highest price for this wine is one hundred million!"
"Did you say that?" Tu Biao asked Cheng Xiaofan, his mind still reeling.
Cheng Xiaofan nodded. "Yes, my price positioning for the happy wine is indeed one hundred million!"
"..." Hearing this, Tu Biao felt like lunging forward and biting the guy to death!
"Uncle Tu, don't stare at me like that, it's quite unsettling," Cheng Xiaofan said with an earnest expression. "Actually, I've always been a low-key person, especially in front of a senior like you. I was afraid that if I told you the price honestly, you'd blast me to death!"
As he was speaking, the participants in the bidding area started shouting.
"We don't believe you. Since you're here at a world-renowned wine auction, why set a fixed price?"
"Yes, everyone who participates in an auction here wants to get the highest possible price!"
"There must be something fishy going on. We strongly demand that the consignor come on stage and give us a reasonable explanation!"
"Yes, we want to meet the consignor!"
The auctioneer smiled. "Since everyone wants to meet the consignor, please take a short break. I will immediately find someone to contact the consignor!"
"No need to contact anyone, I'm here!"
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan stood up from the participant area, a smile on his face, and said to everyone present, "My name is Cheng Xiaofan, a simple country farmer. And this 'Happy Wine' was developed by me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted.
"Wow, what a handsome young man!"
"I never imagined that he developed the Happy Wine!"
"God, please fulfill my wish, I feel like I've fallen hopelessly in love with this country farmer from China!"
"Cheng Xiaofan, I love you!" shouted a foreign beauty, clearly infatuated.
Facing all of this, Bai Yiling remained calm and composed, her confidence in her man unwavering.
However, the Tu family's three sisters, upon hearing the blonde foreign woman's shout, felt an urge to lunge forward and tear her to shreds.
But then they saw Bai Yiling watching impassively, and they felt too embarrassed to rush forward.
After all, the real heroine was here, and it seemed like there was no place for them, right?
"Mr. Cheng, could you come to the stage and clarify things for everyone?" the auctioneer quickly beckoned to Cheng Xiaofan.
Cheng Xiaofan smiled slightly. "Of course!"
He immediately left the participant area and strode towards the stage.
At this moment, Tu Biao followed Cheng Xiaofan's every move with his eyes, eager to hear how he would explain things to the bidders.
Upon reaching the stage, Cheng Xiaofan took the microphone from the auctioneer.
On the media side, many Chinese and foreign reporters had gathered, and they now turned their cameras and other equipment towards Cheng Xiaofan.
"Many people here today must be wondering why I would set the auction price for a bottle of Happy Wine within the framework of one hundred million," Cheng Xiaofan said with a smile. "Let me tell you the truth, the wine I'm offering today is considered a premium product among the wines I produce, and its highest price is only around one hundred million."
"I also have an even more exceptional grade of Happy Wine that has not yet been officially launched. While its taste might be similar to this premium wine, its effects on improving human function and other aspects are immediate and remarkable!"
"The price of this exceptional Happy Wine will far exceed the wine auctioned today, with a single bottle potentially costing two hundred million, ten billion, or even up to one hundred billion!"
"Oh, my God!"
As soon as Cheng Xiaofan finished speaking, a wave of exclamations swept through the hall!
Especially Tu Biao, who almost popped his eyeballs out.
A bottle of Happy Wine could sell for a hundred billion?
In all of history, in all lands, when had wine ever been sold at such a price?
Did drinking this wine grant immortality?
"Mr. Cheng, may I ask you a question?" a foreign reporter with blonde hair and blue eyes couldn't help but ask curiously. "Why can the exceptional Happy Wine you developed be sold for a hundred billion?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled slightly. "If a person is terminally ill and has only two days to live, but after drinking my bottle of Happy Wine, they can be immediately resurrected, not only regaining a healthy and robust body but also a youthful spirit, would you say this person would care about a hundred billion?"
"If this were to happen to me, I certainly wouldn't care!" a half-century-old man from America declared loudly from the bidding area.
The foreign reporter looked skeptical. "Mr. Cheng, can your exceptional wine truly have a miraculous effect?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled. "Never mind my exceptional Happy Wine. Even the wine auctioned for one hundred million just now can have this effect."
"The only difference is in the speed of the effect!"
He then cast his gaze upon the old man with the long beard and said with a smile, "You were the one who shouted about bidding two hundred million for my Happy Wine just now, weren't you?"
The old man with the long beard nodded excitedly. "That was me!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled. "If I'm not mistaken, you have stomach cancer, and it's already in its late stage!"
The old man with the long beard quickly replied, "That's right, Mr. Cheng, you've guessed correctly."
"My name is Harrigan, from Great Britain. I've loved collecting world-renowned wines since I was young. I brought several doctors with me to China this time, just in case of any unforeseen circumstances."
"Mr. Cheng, how did you know about my condition?" Harrigan asked with great curiosity.