This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 420 - 419: The following item to be auctioned is an artwork from Vine Cottage——

Chapter 420: Chapter 419: The following item to be auctioned is an artwork from Vine Cottage——

"Fuck!"

Power armor?!

Staring at the computer screen, Old Soldier was completely dumbfounded and wished he could stick his nose right into the monitor.

He had just submitted his report and was about to look for new instructions when, before he could check the details of the task, he caught sight of a flashing gold badge added to the task rewards.

Completing the entire undercover mission chain would earn him a rankless power armor!

This must be the highest reward for any mission on the server so far, right?

A benefit from Ah Guang...

Excitement sparkled in Old Soldier’s eyes as his fists clenched involuntarily, and he muttered to himself,

"Got it!"

"Digging up more intel could lead to further increases in task rewards, huh."

It sounded a bit like those challenge shows on television.

The more levels passed, the higher the accumulated prize money became, and if the challenge failed, the nearly earned total would be nullified. Right now, his prize pool had accumulated to one power armor!

In the Alliance’s NPC store, the cheapest "Dragon Cavalry" power armor would cost 1 Million Silver Coins to purchase.

And a rankless power armor...

Just that "rankless" label alone was freaking cool!

It was a good thing he didn’t give up back then.

If he had, he would have regretted it to death!

Moved by his perseverance, Old Soldier took out paper and pen from his drawer and started to seriously refine his undercover plan based on the information he had.

While Old Soldier was busy writing, on the other side in Waste World, Chu Guang, in the City of Dawn’s reception hall, met with Prince Kaliman.

"...Respected Manager, may I ask why you have summoned me so late?" With a standard palace etiquette, Kaliman spoke respectfully.

Looking at the man with slightly curled hair and an exotic face, Chu Guang gestured toward the sofa to invite him to sit.

"We don’t have so many complex formalities here, please sit down."

Kaliman nodded in acknowledgement.

As he took his seat, he was carefully trying to read the Manager’s facial expressions, trying to decipher some clues from his demeanour.

However, before he could scrutinize further, the Manager sitting there began to speak up.

"I have to tell you some unfortunate news; according to reliable intelligence, a supply line is moving from Bugra Free State into Luo Xia Province, crossing the territory of the Golden Lizard Kingdom to reach the Falcon Kingdom and the Allied forces’ position—"

Chu Guang hadn’t finished speaking when Kaliman abruptly stood up from the sofa with wide eyes.

"That’s impossible!"

Seeing Chu Guang looking at him, Kaliman quickly realized his overreaction, his face flushed as he sat back down, calming his excited emotions before continuing.

"The Golden Lizard Dynasty has a royal marriage alliance with us... My father’s fourth wife is the sister of the current king of the Golden Lizard Kingdom."

The fourth wife, huh...

Doesn’t that mean he’s so busy he has no time for anything else?

Chu Guang thought about how he wasn’t even married yet and was already overwhelmed.

"How many wives can you guys marry over there?" Out of curiosity, he couldn’t help but ask.

Kaliman was slightly stunned, probably not expecting the Manager to be curious about that, but still, he answered truthfully.

"The Spirit of the Sand Sea didn’t tell us what kind of families we should form," said Teng Teng, "it only taught us that having many children brings blessings, and the able ones should bear more responsibility... So, in theory, regardless of gender, one could marry many partners, as long as both parties are willing."

"Of course, different countries interpret the doctrine differently. For example, in Falcon Kingdom, ordinary civilians can marry up to 2 spouses, soldiers up to 4 spouses, and those with official positions or who have made military achievements can marry more. The Honey Badger, whom they have annexed, followed monogamy, believing that only a healthy family could receive the blessing of the Spirit of the Sand Sea. Yet, other kingdoms don’t really fuss over this—at least in my view, the responsibility of the royal family is to ensure that subjects are fed, rather than dictating how they should live... Have we gone off-topic?"

Chu Guang cleared his throat softly.

"It doesn’t necessarily mean going off-topic... This helps increase my Residents of the refuge’s understanding of you all."

Prince Kaliman looked slightly confused, but he nodded slowly and returned to the previous topic, continuing,

"In any case, you needn’t worry. The Golden Lizard Kingdom and Camel Hump Kingdom are our strongest backers. When I departed, their reinforcements were already en route! Right now, they should be at Oasis No.9, fighting shoulder to shoulder with our people and the restoration army of the Honey Badger Kingdom!"

Watching Prince Kaliman’s utterly convinced expression, Chu Guang for a moment couldn’t quite figure out whether this guy was truly naive or had exceptional mental resilience, putting on a brave front with the crisis at hand.

"You set out two months ago?"

"Exactly!"

"Then I must tell you some very unfortunate news. Two months have passed, and I don’t know the situation with Camel Hump Kingdom, but the Golden Lizard Kingdom’s reinforcements are still sitting at the border," Chu Guang watched him with interest, "Is this what you call your strongest backing?"

Shock flashed across Prince Kaliman’s face, swiftly turning into anger.

"How could this be? Even disregarding blood connections, what reason do they have to support the Army’s puppet? Don’t they realize that once we lose, they will become the next target of Falcon Kingdom?"

Chu Guang spoke bluntly.

"That’s because your understanding of interests is too shallow. Interests come in many forms, and different forms of interest have countless components. The final choice is the product of a gamble, and perhaps, in their eyes, there are better options. Discussing the possibility of something that has already happened is meaningless. I suggest you better recognize the reality sooner rather than later."

Kaliman fell silent; after a struggle in his gaze, he cast a doubtful look at Chu Guang.

"...Wait, how do you know the force deployment within the Golden Lizard Kingdom? We’re at least five or six hundred kilometers away from Oasis No.8, aren’t we?"

That suspicious look was like the straw grasped in the hands of a drowning person—Chu Guang could feel that he actually believed it but was just unable to accept the fact of being betrayed by an ally.

"I have my methods, naturally. We are accustomed to developing meticulous plans before taking action, and intelligence is an important part of that,"

Chu Guang paused, then continued as he looked at the thoughtful Kaliman,

"We will march immediately after the supply line is completed, at the earliest by mid-August. But considering your current situation, I’m afraid you won’t last until then."

"You’d better think of something to do; you can’t always count on us."

Kaliman was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and stood up to give a slight bow.

"Thank you for the intelligence you’ve provided... I will report truthfully to my father the king and do our utmost."

Chu Guang asked, "The question now is, how do you plan to send the message back? On foot?"

Kaliman: "Rest assured, we brought many pigeons with us, and they can quickly send messages back to the kingdom... It’s probably not easy to expect a bunch of cowards to step onto the front lines, but if we let our queen write a letter and send it to the Golden Lizard Kingdom, her family should do something about it."

Even if they couldn’t cut off that supply line, even if they could just cause a little trouble for it, it would make a significant difference to those on the front lines.

Realizing this, Kaliman felt a surge of irritation—such crucial intelligence had eluded their notice, and instead, they had heard it from a tribe beyond the desert.

Such shameful traitors...

Watching Kaliman, his eyes flashing with anger, Chu Guang, pleased with the outcome, nodded in satisfaction.

"That would be best."

Pigeon messaging, huh?

Those little cooing creatures were indeed reliable, definitely more so than on foot.

Using the influence of the Lion Kingdom to pressure the Golden Lizard Kingdom was just one part of it.

His goal was not just to harass the supply line but to cut off its source—the Bugra Free State!

As a vassal to the Grand Canyon, this son of a gun was flirting with the Army behind the scenes? Could the Grand Canyon tolerate this cuckoldry?

Of course, this would require sufficient evidence to prove that it wasn’t just a transaction, not the individual act of some merchant, but the support at the national level.

Watching Prince Kaliman take his leave, Chu Guang’s mouth curved into a pleased smile.

Whether he could get the relevant evidence depended on whether Brother Battlefield would prove reliable...

...

On the outskirts of Oasis No.8, a seemingly inconspicuous inn near the edge of the desert town.

Old Soldier, having awoken from his slumber, yawned as he went downstairs to splash some water on his face. Just as he was about to head back to his room to pack up his things, he overheard a quiet conversation coming from around the corner of the hallway.

"...bad news, our informant at the Royal Palace just sent word that as of this morning, commands were issued to leave the palace. It’s said that orders were given to strictly inspect the commercial teams crossing into the East Coast or leaving through the West Coast."

That voice seemed to be from the merchant named Ah Dan.

As Old Soldier was about to turn the corner, he suddenly shivered to a stop.

What the hell?

It took effect so immediately?

He had only reported the intelligence that morning, yet as soon as he logged into the game that evening, the subsequent plot unravelled, catching him somewhat off guard.

Normally, wouldn’t he have to wait around ten days or so to catch even a whisper of news?

Burning with curiosity, Old Soldier hid around the corner of the hallway, continuing to listen in.

Standing before Ah Dan, Coleway furrowed his brows, speaking with a slight severity.

"Is your information reliable?"

Ah Dan nodded, speaking with certainty.

"Don’t doubt the source. Although I can’t disclose his identity to you, I can assure you that our collaborator within the Golden Lizard Kingdom holds a position that is not low."

Coleway nodded slightly, a hint of solemnity crossing his brow.

Strictly inspecting the merchants entering from the East...

This meant that Ah Dan’s commercial team would be subject to stricter inspections within the territory of Oasis No.8, and his own identity as a person of Vellante would undoubtedly be more dangerous.

No doubt, this was bad for both the army and him personally.

Ah Dan, puzzled, stroked his chin, his brow knotted tightly.

"It’s really odd for the Royal Palace to issue such orders at this time, especially since I’ve heard it was due to pressure from the Lion Kingdom that moved the Royal Family to act... It’s all the more peculiar."

Old Soldier hiding back in the hallway breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn’t understand everything, he did not hear his own name; it seemed the two men didn’t suspect him.

Coleway frowned and asked.

"Is the situation serious?"

Ah Dan sighed.

"Not so serious... Once orders leave the palace, how they’re enforced is up to the local authorities. Unless we bump into the king’s personal guards, even if we are inspected, I have methods to deal with it."

Pausing, his expression troubled, he continued.

"However, your identity is a bit troublesome. After all, in name, this area has already declared war with the Falcon Kingdom and the army. What worries me more is that if the Lion Kingdom realizes that military supplies are being sent to the army’s positions in the north, they will likely send out cavalry to patrol the desert."

After a moment of silence, Coleway said, "I’m adding to your troubles... Maybe we should go our separate ways."

"Oh no, sir. We could never leave you to venture out alone."

Ah Dan quickly interrupted him.

He wanted the officer to owe him a favor, not to lose this lucrative opportunity.

Once the army took over Luo Xia Province, he would definitely need this relationship.

"...In any case, this isn’t a place to linger for long, and there isn’t just one path to Oasis No.9. Let’s fill our supplies and hit the road as soon as we can."

Coleway nodded gravely.

"You’re right, I’ll call my companions, and you get the others up. We’ll meet in the backyard in half an hour."

Seeing the two part ways, Old Soldier quietly slipped back to his room up the stairs, packed his luggage, and waited silently for his boss to knock.

It wasn’t long before a knock did come from the door, followed by Coleway’s warm and deep voice.

"Pangolin, it’s time to hit the road. Have you got all your stuff packed?"

Old Soldier stepped forward, opened the door with his luggage already on his back, and said with his head raised and chest puffed out.

"It’s all packed up, sir."

Coleway looked at him with an approving glance and patted his shoulder.

"Good, you’re spirited. The army needs decisive and brisk warriors like you. I see the shadow of my superior, Rachel, in you."

"Come with me, there’s been a slight change to the plan. We’re leaving an hour earlier."

"Oh, and stop calling me sir. Just Coleway will do."

Old Soldier nodded stiffly.

"Alright, Coleway... sir."

Coleway laughed, not minding his nervousness, gave him a hearty pat on the shoulder and headed towards the stairs.

Dawn was just breaking as a quiet group left the town and headed into the desert.

Originally, they were supposed to head west from Oasis No.8 and then make their way to the northwest side of No.9.

But now this place was no longer suitable for a lengthy stay, and they had to leave before the borders closed and before the patrol teams from the Lion Kingdom arrived, choosing an unfamiliar route to the Falcon Kingdom and the position of the allied army.

It was foreseeable that the journey ahead would not be peaceful.

In fact, it would be easier for Ah dan to sneak into the Golden Lizard Kingdom and to Oasis No.9 on his own with the Commercial Team if he abandoned Coleway.

But he didn’t want to give up the favor he had finally gained.

Not far from him, Old Soldier, walking beside Coleway, was wrestling with his own dilemma.

Sneaking into the army’s stronghold seemed impossible now; with a group of twenty to thirty people, disappearing into the desert might only be possible with the blessing of the Spirit of the Sand Sea.

But if, as Ah dan had said, the Lion Kingdom sent out cavalry patrols, and he just happened to run into a patrol team...

Would he really fire upon his allies?

And even if he didn’t encounter any patrols, was he ready to deliver these supplies to the enemy, to have them turned into scorching metal bullets in a gun barrel, piercing the chests of allies or even innocent civilians...

If you immerse yourself in the game, it’s hard not to think about these real issues.

Of course, he also admitted that perhaps it was because the journey was so dull that he had nothing better to ponder, which is why he considered such boring issues...

The sun rose in the east and set in the west.

Crimson twilight shone over the uninhabited desert, and everyone, with their own thoughts, moved in the same direction.

As Old Soldier’s mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, someone thousands of kilometers away was also burdened with complexity.

Unlike the Dressing the Desert with falling leaves, in the eastern coast’s Province of Yúnjiānxíng, night had already fallen stealthily.

Here, day and night were two completely different worlds.

When draped in the cloak of night, the entire city seemed to dance.

Rows of buildings were submerged in colorful neon lights, and the aircraft operating between steel and concrete were like a ceaseless flow of rainbows.

Information as vast as the Milky Way filled every corner of every eye.

Even a momentary stay would make one unwittingly lose oneself in it.

Every person living here harbored no doubt that this was the best of times, that they lived in an era of grandeur and prosperity, where flowers and wine flowed like the bountiful Tianshui river, whose rich bed would never run dry.

But—

They were not ignorant of barbarism.

They were well aware that the majority of these lands were still savages, especially the far West Coast, a source of all chaos.

The people there were like bloodthirsty wolves, plundering wealth, enslaving populations, binding stolen slaves with iron chains to toil in fields like beasts of burden, and creating bloodlines that divided people into ranks from birth.

Both slavery and bloodline theories were historical toxins, swept into the garbage dump before this planet entered the Prosperity Epoch.

The capital named after Triumph sounded to them more like a celebration of war.

By comparison, the cities of the Alliance had much more pleasant names. Dawn, or City of Dawn—those were more fitting names for cities of civilized people.

The residents of Ideal City could bicker over the most trivial matters, even insult each other’s mothers, but there was no disagreement when it came to matters of the Army.

It was the common enemy of the civilized world.

Considering that two centuries ago, everyone had committed to advancing that certain committee, they could turn a blind eye to the atrocious acts the gun-minded folk enacted on the West Coast.

But now, they had even reached out east of the Great Desert and had attempted to control No.0 Shelter... a shelter first discovered by the Silver Wing Group.

This time, they would not compromise.

Of course, if someone else was willing to teach that pack of wild beasts a lesson, that would be even better.

In a corner of the city’s core district.

Inside a magnificent top-floor building, figures clad in silver, gray, and black formal wear held champagne, standing at the center of the dance floor.

Most of them were shareholders of various subsidiaries under corporate flags, some from the five major groups, and many from lesser-known smaller companies.

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the podium in front of the dance floor—where two figures stood.

One of them was an ambassador from the Alliance, named Shu Yu.

Everyone had heard some stories about him. It was said that this young man of refugee origin had lost his family due to the chaos caused by the Army’s Expeditionary Army.

Boys like him, at an age when they should be studying, had to undertake the heavy responsibility of embarking on diplomatic missions to foreign cities thousands of miles away.

His touching background made it difficult not to sympathize with him... even if not entirely out of "political correctness" in opposition to the Army.

The person standing beside him was Yue Qian, the minister of the corporate comprehensive management department.

Unlike Wu Changnian from the Ideal Group, his faction belonged to the Silver Wing Group, and he was a shareholder with a certain stake.

The corporate comprehensive management department, similar to the Alliance’s Protocol Department, was in charge of planning events and ceremonies, and also had some diplomatic functions.

As for the actual decision-making power, in the Supreme Council, this department was directly responsible to the Council itself.

It could tentatively be understood as the highest-ranking foreign minister.

After spending a day getting to know the place, Shu Yu had gradually grasped the corporate power structure.

Here, management was nominally decentralized, but in reality, the Supreme Council was their center.

The positions within various power departments were essentially held by shareholders of the major groups.

As for the rules of inheritance and trading of shares, he hadn’t yet figured that out.

However, based on the surnames of the individuals holding real power in each group, he could sense some clues.

For instance, the powerful figures from the Ideal Group tended to have the surname Li, the Endpoint Group often featured the surname Yun, and the Silver Wing Group was dominated by the surnames Yi and Luo.

"Let’s toast to eternal friendship!"

Hearing the sound by his ear, Shu Yu came back to reality from his pondering and greeted with a smile,

"Cheers!"

The clinking of glasses echoed throughout the venue.

Standing in the crowd, Fang Chang also made a toasting gesture, took a sip from his glass of sour and fizzy sparkling wine, and couldn’t help but feel a bit of unease.

At this moment, his mind was not on the evening’s gala, but on the task that the Manager had given him.

Promoting the Alliance’s culture and products...

While the task sounded simple, Fang Chang realized upon arriving in Ideal City that things were far from as easy as he had thought.

The spirit of the Wasteland people was severely lacking, reminiscent of tribes in the middle of some huge landmass in the Real World, where even some trinkets from the industrial era could excite them, let alone imported goods from a strange world.

However, this place was the closest to the Prosperity Epoch.

This city represented the complete opposite extreme on this Waste World; its residents were so culturally affluent that it had led to an emptiness and even boredom.

In other words, there wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen.

Thinking about this, Fang Chang’s brows grew increasingly furrowed with worry.

Could he really fulfill the great responsibility entrusted to him by the Manager?

At that moment, Mole, holding a glass of red wine and sporting a cheeky smile, sidled up and stood next to him with squinted eyes.

"Bro, where’s your black stockings? Did you wear them?"

Fang Chang, no longer having the energy to retort, rolled his eyes.

"All you ever think about is black stockings!"

Couldn’t he have some other pursuit?

Not wanting to bother with him, Fang Chang turned his attention to the front of the stage.

The Company’s "Highest Foreign Minister" was giving a speech about friendship and peace, and had announced that the gala was entering its second phase—a charity auction.

The items up for auction, of course, were gifts from the Alliance.

As to why gifts that had been presented to the Company would end up at the auction, it was a long story.

Since the Company claimed to practice decentralized management, Shu Yu could not find an entity that could accept the gifts.

Therefore, following Wu Changnian’s suggestion, he decided to auction off the gifts in the form of a charity gala.

Each item had a starting bid set at 100Cr, with the highest bidder taking the item, and all proceeds from the auction would be donated to the Alliance.

For the shareholders of the Company, this allowed them to show support for the righteous War by raising their bidding cards, fulfilling them spiritually, and also acquiring some novel trinkets for their collections.

From the standpoint of the residents of Ideal City, there was no fairer distribution method than to let the highest bidder win.

And for the Alliance, it was a chance to raise some additional funds outside of aid at the gala.

All those invited to the gala were shareholders of the various major groups of Ideal City; here, billionaires with net worths of tens or even hundreds of billions were a dime a dozen. Compared to these, the 3 billion Cr in aid seemed like a drop in the bucket.

Of course, net worth was one thing, and the actual sterling silver they put out was another; this couldn’t be generalized.

But anyway, getting some money from them to exchange for industrial equipment and weapons and ammunition that the Alliance urgently needed was excellent.

War was ultimately still too costly.

After handing over the microphone to the auction’s Master of ceremonies, Yue Qian bowed slightly and walked down from the stage with Shu Yu.

The two were laughing and talking as they went backstage.

Standing in the middle of the venue, Fang Chang watched the Master of ceremonies with locked eyes and sweaty palms.

After all, he knew exactly what sort of items were about to be auctioned...

The inevitable had finally arrived.

The Master of Ceremonies cleared his throat and, looking at the words flashing on the full holographic teleprompter, said in a loud voice,

"Ladies, gentlemen, and friends... Good evening! It is an honor to serve as the host of this auction!"

"Our friends from afar have brought us gifts, which represent not only our shared longing for the civilized world but also our resolve never to compromise with barbarism! We must respond in kind!"

"All proceeds from this auction will be donated entirely to the Alliance, serving as funds to support the front lines!"

"Every credit point you spend at this auction will turn into bullets aimed at those villains! The significance of these items will surpass all the fine wines and flowers, and they will be more than worth it no matter the final price!"

"Show your generosity, your cash in hand is your resolve!"

"History will remember this moment!"

"Just like the vote that took place two centuries ago!"

Honestly, even Fang Chang felt a rush of excitement from the spirited speech.

It was a pity he had no money.

Otherwise, he would have participated just for fun.

However, the next sentence from the Master of Ceremonies suddenly poured cold water over his heated enthusiasm, making his toes instinctively clench inside his shoes.

"The friendship-symbolizing auction officially begins, and the first item up for bidding is an art piece from Vine Cottage!"

"As the name suggests, this art piece is created by the well-known Alliance fashion designer Teng Teng... I believe that’s how you pronounce it, even though it sounds odd."

"The person who donated it is ’Tail’!"

The Master of Ceremonies gestured with a hand-wave.

A light, solid as a spotlight, cascaded from the ceiling.

A model with an outstanding figure walked to the front, showcasing the art piece she was wearing.

It was a maid outfit with a skirt that had been shortened significantly, featuring white lace edges and black ribbons.

And there were those white, over-the-knee socks.

Audiences of both genders focused their gazes on the model, their eyes filled with surprise.

It wasn’t necessarily that the clothing looked particularly stunning; it was more about its novelty to the onlookers.

And that black and white color scheme—it was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Black and white... I didn’t expect the tastes of the residents of the Alliance and ours to be similar."

"Are those pants or socks?"

"They should be socks... Who wears pants under a skirt?"

"But aren’t they a bit too long?"

"Hmm... seems kind of interesting."

"Indeed, I’ve never seen anyone dressed like this. The design style is quite unique."

Standing amidst the crowd on the dance floor, everyone wore a look of interest, whispering amongst themselves quietly.

Basking in the admiring gaze of the audience, the model couldn’t help but curve her lips into a slight smile.

However, the hushed whispers of the crowd were too subdued, like the buzzing of mosquitoes. Fang Chang couldn’t hear clearly and felt an uncomfortable spotlight on him as pairs of eyes in the hall turned towards him, nearly digging a villa out of embarrassment with his toes.

He really wanted to explain that the outfit didn’t represent the taste of all the Alliance residents, just that of one or two players.

But it seemed superfluous to say anything at that moment.

The Mole standing beside him felt the same, showered in the occasionally glancing eyes, his expression stiff with discomfort and unfamiliarity.

Even though he didn’t deny being a fan of the Light and Shadow Project, that didn’t mean he wanted to be studied like an experimental project in front of a large audience.

This was just too embarrassing!

No—

This game was just too real!

"Uh, I suddenly feel like going to the restroom," the Mole said as he planned to make a quick exit, as it was just a casual visit for him, unlike a certain war hero.

However, the agility of the T1 tier couldn’t outrun a T0.

With a "radiant" smile on his face, Fang Chang activated bullet time, grabbing the Mole’s shoulder and forcefully dragging back the one trying to make a dash for it.

"Get back here."

It was a joke.

If he let him escape, wouldn’t all the attention in the room shift to him?

At least with someone beside him, he could share a bit of that palpable pressure.

The Mole said with a wry smile,

"Brother, you really don’t need to be so tense... maybe due to cultural differences, they might interpret this as... uh, a kind of formal attire?"

Fang Chang replied, "The hell? Who in their right mind would think this is formal attire?!"

The bidding swiftly began.

Fang Chang only hoped this part would end quickly.

The card games from the Old Soldier were kind of interesting, and Elena’s "Old Godfather Hot Sauce" and Mosquito’s "Old Pit Sour Mustard Beef Noodle" were also acceptable, and surely would not cause him public embarrassment.

However—

Events unfolded in a way he hadn’t expected.

As soon as the Master of Ceremonies had finished speaking, someone immediately raised their right hand.

"I bid 100Cr—"

Within less than half a second, another hand rose.

"500!"

"2000!!"

"I bid ten thousand!!!"

With that ten thousand bid, the atmosphere on-site instantly soared to its peak.

And clearly, that wasn’t the highest bid.

People continued to raise their bids, pushing the atmosphere to an even more frenzied level.

Witnessing those tycoons vying to bid, Fang Chang stood dumbfounded, completely paralyzed by the scene.

In the end, the first art piece from Vine Cottage sold for fifty thousand Cr... bought by a shareholder from the Endpoint Group.

As the proud short-haired man walked out of the crowd, following a bionic person toward the back of the venue under envious gazes, the Mole held by Fang Chang swallowed hard, staring at the triumphant man in disbelief.

That thing...

Fifty thousand?

Half of a Magnetic Confinement Plasma Machine Table?

"... Are they insane?!"

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