Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 49 - 49 48 s Auction

49: 48 Chapters Auction 49: 48 Chapters Auction Mei Feng’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, as he simply could not figure out why Song Yun showed no adverse effects after drinking.

Wasn’t he supposed to quickly drink water to suppress the searing pain that comes after drinking?

How could he be so at ease?

At this moment, Mei Feng realized he had made a big mistake, but it was already too late to back down.

He had no choice but to keep competing with Song Yun until one of them could no longer stand it and either collapsed or was taken to the hospital.

Although Mei Feng was deeply regretful, family honor and personal pride compelled him to continue.

Seeing Mei Feng pour another glass of liquor, Song Yun grabbed his arm and asked, “Are you sure you want to keep going?”

“Bring it on.” Mei Feng glared at Song Yun resentfully and responded.

So Mei Feng once again grimaced his way through another painful round of fiery liquor, followed by Song Yun chugging down a glass as well.

Mei Feng’s face turned awkward because no matter how much Song Yun drank, he acted as if he were a celestial drinker, completely indifferent—wrong, in the middle of it all, Song Yun even told Li Shishi a risqué joke, which earned him several disapproving glares from Li Shishi.

People die like birds fly skyward, never dying in a hundred thousand years.

Since neither was willing to concede defeat, the contest could only continue.

When Mei Feng drank his fourth glass, perhaps his stomach revolted or he grew anxious, and he “pfft” sprayed out the liquor that was about to reach his stomach.

The wine event coordinator rushed over to support the staggering Mei Feng, grabbed a jug of water from the table, and endlessly poured some for him.

After drinking the water, Mei Feng showed no signs of improvement; instead, he collapsed to the ground, dead drunk, spewing large mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Mei Feng’s expression was horrifyingly ferocious, causing everyone around to panic.

They wondered how to handle the situation if Mei Feng died and his family came knocking on their doors, especially since the Mei Family was also a distinguished clan in Sunan, with only the Li Family behind Li Shishi able to contend with them.

If the Mei Family harbored enmity because of this incident, it would be an unavoidable disaster.

The wine event coordinator quickly instructed someone to call an ambulance, while some ladies began to scream at the sight of the blood, only stopping when their companions or best friends pinched them hard, making them cover their mouths immediately.

The wine event turned chaotic, and Li Shishi looked worriedly at Song Yun, thinking that while it may look impressive for one to outdrink others, a negative reaction like Mei Feng’s was no fun at all.

“Song Yun, are you alright?

Do you want to go to the hospital with the ambulance?” Li Shishi asked with concern.

“I’m fine.

This amount of liquor is nothing to me; I’ve been immersed in liquor since I was young.

It’s no problem for me,” Song Yun reassured.

After saying this, Song Yun squatted down and opened Mei Feng’s mouth, checking the light reflex, then massaged several acupuncture points around his stomach, instructing the staff to get some honey water and the hotel personnel to buy some stomach medication from a nearby pharmacy.

“Hurry up and buy the medicine, or this young master of the Mei Family might not last until the ambulance arrives,” Song Yun said, glancing at the reluctant wine event coordinator.

Song Yun then flipped Mei Feng completely over and tirelessly massaged the acupoints on his back.

Under the worried gazes of those present, Mei Feng once again violently vomited several mouthfuls of fresh blood mixed with a strong alcohol odor that permeated the entire private room.

“He’s not going to be alright, is he?” the wine event coordinator cautiously asked, noting that Mei Feng’s vomiting of blood seemed to increase and even included blood clots.

“It’s much better for him to vomit it out; otherwise, those blood clots accumulating inside would have adverse effects on his health.”

After vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, Mei Feng’s breathing slowly stabilized, and signs of retching became less frequent.

After consuming honey water and stomach medicine, his symptoms significantly alleviated—no more blood vomit, but he passed out.

The wine event coordinator felt both angry and regretful; initially, it was meant to be a charity dinner.

Why couldn’t they just be superficially nice to each other?

Colluding behind each other’s backs, discussing the economic trends of the year as if they knew nothing of their interrelation; wasn’t that enough?

Did it really have to reach the point of drinking to death to be satisfied?

Initially wanting to unleash his anger on Song Yun, the wine event coordinator reconsidered, realizing that Song Yun was a guest invited by Li Shishi of the powerful Li Family.

If he antagonized the Li Family at this juncture, he really couldn’t continue living in Sunan.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived, the coordinators bid farewell to Song Yun, then followed the ambulance to the hospital.

With such an incident, everyone’s interest in the auction diminished; what auction could showcase such a clash of titans?

None it seemed, but since it was a charity event attended by many social elites and media, it wouldn’t look good not to auction anything.

The host rang a small bell and announced to the crowd, “The auction will now officially begin.

Let’s all contribute a blessing for the children in the mountainous areas.”

“Song Yun, last time at the hot pot restaurant, you casually identified Tang Yin’s masterpiece.

Do you know about antiques?” Li Shishi casually asked, sitting next to Song Yun.

“Antiques?

I’m quite familiar; I’ve seen a lot before.

At least, I can tell real from fake,” Song Yun replied, speaking indistinctly with a piece of apple in his mouth.

“Then, please help me see if there’s anything good at this auction.”

“Considering today’s free buffet, I’ll keep an eye out for you,” Song Yun boasted with pride.

A slick-haired auctioneer stepped under the spotlight, greeted everyone warmly, and began to enthusiastically introduce the items of this charity auction, gesticulating as if he was on a shopping channel exclaiming, “Not two thousand eight, not two thousand eight, now everything is just nine-ninety-eight.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we are all old friends here, and it’s an honor to stand on this stage as an auctioneer once again,” he declared without digression.

“Let’s start with the first item up for bidding—courtesy of Mr.

Wang, the Gem Red Flared Vase.

This item has an opening diameter of 8.5 cm, height of 18 cm, and base diameter of 8.5 cm.

The glaze is vibrant and shiny, an exceptional collectible.

We’ve completed the authentication, opening bid is two hundred thousand, with increments of fifty thousand.”

As the crowd saw the vase, they went wild, continuously raising their hands; in a matter of moments, the price surged from the opening bid of two hundred thousand to four hundred eighty-five thousand, and yet people kept on adding ten or twenty thousand more each time.