Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 542: Damn! Riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount_1

Chapter 542: Chapter 542: Damn! Riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount_1

Arrogant! Unparalleled arrogance!

Sitting in the VIP seats under the auction stage, Old Master Gui Nongsang furrowed his brows slightly. At this moment, he wished nothing more than to raise his bidding sign and make the bid for Mo Han.

Gui Ruyun’s brow was lightly furrowed as she calculated in her heart. Big Brother Mo had just called a bid of five million, and she herself had four million on hand. If worse came to worst, she would lend the four million to Mister Mo.

"Tao Donglai? It seems this little bastard is dead set on opposing Mister Mo!"

Sitting in the only private room on the second floor directly facing the auction stage, Wen Tianning narrowed his eyes. He cleared his throat and said indifferently, "Biyu, arrange for a staff member to inform Mister Mo that he can bid without any limits on any item he fancies today."

"This money will be put up by our Wen Family!"

"Grandfather, that won’t do..."

Wen Biyu giggled, "Big Brother Mo just said that we should follow the rules."

"If we do this, it’s equivalent to breaking the rules, and Big Brother Mo will definitely not be comfortable with it."

Wen Tianning’s brows furrowed, and he said displeased, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Although Tao Pharmaceuticals under Tao Donglai has encountered some difficulties recently, Tao Pinggui is not short of money..."

Having dealt with Mo Han on numerous occasions, Wen Biyu knew his temperament. After contemplating, she spoke up, "I think we should just let nature take its course. Big Brother Mo is not someone who will suffer a loss..."

"Hmm, as you say."

Wen Tianning nodded, seemed to think of something, and said with a slight smile, "Biyu, how have things developed with Mister Mo lately?"

Wen Biyu’s face turned red in an instant. She pouted her lips, and a hint of disappointment flickered through her eyes, "Grandfather! Mister Mo is not that kind of person, he has a wife and child..."

"A man, as long as he is capable, having three wives and four concubines is not a problem."

Wen Tianning lay back on the camel-colored sofa and calmly said, "Mister Mo is extraordinary in both medicine and martial arts, a rare talent indeed. Old Tang and Old San both think of having him join our family."

"You’ve spent the most time with him, logically speaking, you have the best chance. You must seize the opportunity!"

"By no means let Tang Chuchu and Zhou Yutong, those two girls, get ahead of you..."

The events at Chuyun Manor and with the Qiankun Elixir had made Wen Tianning admire Mo Han to the utmost. If possible, he truly wished to bring Mo Han into the Wen Family.

"Grandfather, there’s something I want to discuss with you."

Seeing that her grandfather was about to continue, Wen Biyu quickly changed the subject, "Just now, Big Brother Mo said that he is planning to refine a new elixir called the Yangqi Elixir, which is said to be of great use for men’s health."

"He’s invested five hundred million in Fuyuan Pharmaceuticals, apparently just to increase production capacity."

"I want to secure the Jiangling City agency for the Yangqi Elixir and sell it across all pharmacies under the Wen Family banner. Do you think that’s possible?"

"Mister Mo wouldn’t deceive people. Since he says it can enhance men’s health quality, it surely can!"

Wen Tianning stroked his chin’s beard, smiling said, "However, not just the Jiangling City agency, but the entire Jiuzhou agency!"

"The men’s health market is worth hundreds of billions, a mere Jiangling City won’t satisfy Mister Mo’s appetite."

"Once the Yangqi Elixir is successfully refined, I’ll sit down with Mister Mo to discuss and see if we can secure the exclusive agency rights!"

Meanwhile, the host of the auction also spoke up, "Eight million for the second time!"

"If no one else raises the bid, this fifty-year-old Prince Ginseng will go to Guest number 16."

Tao Donglai chuckled and continued to provoke Mo Han, "Young Master Mo, why aren’t you bidding? Aren’t you the one with lots of money? Raise the bid!"

In the face of Tao Donglai’s repeated provocations, Mo Han shook his head, stood up gracefully, raised his bidding sign, and said slowly, "Twenty million!"

Hiss...

There was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd; everyone looked at Mo Han as if he were a fool.

This guy must have had his head caught in a door, right?

A mere fifty-year-old Prince Ginseng, at most worth seven to eight million, and this idiot unexpectedly called out twenty million. No one knew whether he was really foolish or pretending to be.

Even Tao Donglai was somewhat dumbfounded at this moment.

He thought that Mo Han would call out ten million in a fit of anger, but who would have expected him to jump straight to twenty million.

Gui Nongsang looked at Mo Han with some surprise. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head, "Mister Mo is still brash with youth, recklessly disregarding once provoked..."

"No, grandfather, you’re wrong,"

Gui Ruyun, however, spoke firmly, "I believe Big Brother Mo knows what he is doing, and he must have his reasons for acting this way!"

The auctioneer at the front table was also somewhat stunned, to the point that he even forgot to call the bids.

Seeing Tao Donglai speechless, unable to utter a word, Mo Han smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Tao, are you satisfied?"

"If not, I can raise it further, I just don’t know if you dare to follow?"

Boom!

His words were like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples all around.

You should know that Tao Donglai is the heir to the Tao Corporation with assets worth hundreds of billions, and also presides over the billion-dollar Tao Pharmaceuticals.

Yet this mysterious Young Master Mo was not intimidated in the least, bluntly challenging him.

His confidence and boldness surprised everyone.

Many people were already whispering among themselves, speculating about Mo Han’s background and identity.

What’s called shooting oneself in the foot, Tao Donglai was experiencing that; now Mo Han had kicked the problem back to him.

If he didn’t raise the bid, it would be equivalent to admitting his inferiority in front of all these people.

But if he continued to bid higher, he was worried that Mo Han was deliberately driving up the price to make him lose a substantial amount of money.

Damn it! This was really a dilemma!