Others who encountered items they desperately wanted to purchase had been competing with Zhou Yan, but ultimately, they all lost.
Utterly defeated, they were completely vanquished by the overwhelming financial power of their opponent.
The financial prowess displayed by booth number six had rendered everyone speechless.
Although they desperately wanted to stop Zhou Yan, they dared not continue bidding.
If their malicious bidding caused the opponent to withdraw from purchasing those items, yet they themselves could not afford to buy them, then they would be the ones in trouble.
After all, each of these items was valued at over ten billion, no small sum.
Therefore, due to numerous concerns, once an auction item reached a price beyond their affordability, they had no choice but to withdraw.
They could then only watch as item after item was delivered to booth number six, silently shedding tears.
"How much has it reached?"
Someone began calculating the total sum Zhou Yan would spend this time, starting from the first item he bid on. Since they had completely given up on competing, out of curiosity, they started tallying the spirit coins.
"Ten thousand six hundred billion spirit coins. I wonder how many more auction items there are. Oh my, this is the first time I've seen such a frenzied auction. Is this a shopping mall instead of an auction house?"
"Over a trillion in liquid assets. I wonder which conglomerate's heir this person is. Only the heirs of major conglomerates would have the资格 to utilize such vast liquid funds."
"Damn it, with so many items bought back, his territory must be incredibly powerful."
"Perhaps he's someone sent by a certain group to acquire these."
"Nonsense, which group would do this? This is definitely a private endeavor."
...
Countless people began to speculate about Zhou Yan's identity. Some said he was a demigod.
Others claimed Zhou Yan was the top conglomerate on the Canglan Continent.
Still others suggested Zhou Yan was from a certain country, specifically sent to compete for these items.
Regardless, curiosity and speculation about Zhou Yan's identity ignited like a wildfire, completely transforming the auction house into a forum for discussing his origins.
The auctioneer on stage was also experiencing this for the first time. If he weren't diligently conducting the auction, others might have mistaken the venue for an academic exchange.
This situation made the auctioneer feel somewhat awkward.
However, he absolutely could not show his awkwardness; if he did, his entire career would be over.
Even the heads of the four major merchant associations were now re-evaluating Zhou Yan.
They realized they had underestimated Zhou Yan's background. Not only did he possess incredibly rich material resources, but his liquid capital was terrifyingly vast.
"We must forge deeper cooperation with Zhou Yan. This person is too formidable; he must be a disciple nurtured in secret by a powerful hidden force, the heir to a terrifying entity."
Luo Keqi secretly rejoiced that he had conducted friendly transactions with Zhou Yan in the past. If he could maintain and strengthen their cooperation, he would undoubtedly be recognized by headquarters in the future, relying on Zhou Yan's resources and wealth.
It wasn't just Luo Keqi who held this thought; Wu Tailang, Zhang Qiang, and Ketai Si all felt the same way.
Furthermore, some had already begun to curry favor, dispatching personnel to protect Zhou Yan from disturbance and to invite him to dinner at the earliest opportunity.
They were determined to engage in friendly exchanges with him, foster a better relationship, and thus secure their own future advancement.
Consequently, outside Zhou Yan's private booth, waves of people appeared; they were all there to protect him.
The representatives from several factions exchanged glances and smiled at each other, then began conversing. Eventually, they discovered their objective was the same: ensuring Zhou Yan's safety.
Thus, the individuals sent by the five factions, seeing their shared goal, began to chat and collectively guarded Zhou Yan's safety.
...
The entire auction had progressed halfway, yet not a single item had fallen into anyone else's hands.
It wasn't due to any restrictions; rather, others simply lacked the financial power to compete.
Zhou Yan's personal auction showcase had stunned everyone into disbelief, forcing them to redefine their understanding of "wealthy."
They had seen people reserve entire shopping malls, but!
Who the hell had ever seen someone reserve an entire auction house!
This event would undoubtedly become a legend, provided Zhou Yan truly had the capacity to acquire everything at the auction.
At the auction, besides those with hundreds of billions still bidding against Zhou Yan, everyone else had stopped competing. They simply wanted to witness the final outcome of the auction.
They wanted to see if Zhou Yan could create an auction miracle, an auction legend.
The items that followed became increasingly precious.
Items of SS quality and above began to appear.
Many had come specifically for these items, but faced with booth number six's bottomless pit of wealth, they were defeated time and again, only to be repeatedly crushed by the opponent's exorbitant bids.
The funds expended by booth number six had soared from one trillion to two trillion, three trillion...
This was an astronomical sum of wealth!
Finally, the auction reached its final, most anticipated item.
If Zhou Yan could acquire this last piece, he would have created a miracle by monopolizing the entire auction.
Crucially, such a miracle could only be achieved by truly wealthy individuals like Zhou Yan.
The idea of all items at an auction being purchased by a single person seemed impossible to everyone.
Yet, they were witnesses, witnessing the birth of a miracle.
Others were making their last efforts to block Zhou Yan. If Zhou Yan ultimately could not be stopped, they would have no further recourse.
"This is the final item. Let's see if you can still afford it."
"For the last item, we will bid with all the funds we possess."
"You wish to create a miracle, but we do not want you to succeed!"
The auctioneer, wiping sweat from his brow, looked at everyone.
At this moment, the entire auction hall fell into an unusual silence. Everyone was intently watching the auctioneer, which placed a considerable pressure on him.
The auctioneer had initially believed that after so many years, he would never feel nervous or break a sweat. But at this moment, he felt like a novice auctioneer.
He had to drink a large bottle of spirit spring water to moisten his throat. No one in the audience spoke; the silence was so profound it was eerie.
Forcing himself to calm down, the auctioneer knew that at this moment, not only was the person in booth number six the protagonist, but he, the auctioneer, was also the second male lead.