Chapter 13 (2/2)
[Can’t you bastards leave a way for us, P people, to stay alive?!]
[Tyrants, tyrants. Listen to me. There are five sets of Feixing Dose in this auction, so y’all don’t need to be anxious! Everyone bid rationally, calmly, and don’t be impulsive!]
This comment had just been sent, and the price also changed from 50,000 to 55,000.]
[…I’ll now stop talking, just gonna watch them pretend BS quietly by the side.]
He Lin glanced at the person competing with him—him—King’s Return.
One finger slash: 100,000.
King’s Return: “….”
The comment area exploded again. A group of 3-star mid-level functional drugs actually got 10W! This was not a specialty medicine, but merely an entertainment consumable. According to the normal estimation, it would have been sold for roughly 15,000 but the result was actually a tenfold increase in only three bids!
In the end, King’s Return did not make his desired comeback, and the continued price hike was very unfavorable for the subsequent auctions. The guy who competed with him was obviously a wastrel who didn’t care about money.
He Lin succeeded in winning the first set of Feixing Dose. However, as he dwelled on it carefully, he did a very naïve thing.
Although Feixing Dose was out of the ordinary, it was of little use to him. As the chief order maintainer of the alliance, he must take into consideration his identity and image regardless of what he did. If he truly used Feixing Dose to fly around the city, he was guaranteed to make headlines within the first three to five minutes. It would also push Roy and Huahua World into the cusp of the storm.
However, seeing other people uttering cries of anguish in the comment section, He Lin felt an indescribable dark yet refreshing feeling.
The rest of Feixing Dose sets were auctioned afterward. He Lin paid no attention to it anymore and instead poked the Huahua World’s Leader flower bud profile. But no response traveled back, crushing his budding giddiness no response traveled back, The auction was still in full swing. The owner of the shop, was he not online?
Once he withdrew from Huahua World, and his attention went back to himself again, waves of excruciating pain attacked him all at once.
He Lin took out the porcelain bottle marked “Huyuan Pill” and put the medicine into his mouth. According to the medication instructions, Huyuan Pill, Zhuoqing Pill, Yunli Pill, and Yangling Pill were to be taken three days apart in sequence each. The other seven pills could be taken whenever he needed to, but only one tablet a day.
After taking the medicine, He Lin reclined on the bed as he felt the gradual changes in his mental power. He slowly nodded off.
When An Xian came out of the refining room, the auction of Feixing Dose had already concluded. Let’s look at the final transaction price—375,000 credits.
‘Um? 375,000?’
An Xian almost thought she had read it wrong, but the five sets of Feixing Dose, to her surprise, were sold at a staggering price of over 370,000.
She checked the buyers who obtained the Feixing Dose. She discovered that someone had taken the first set at a price of 10W, which caused the subsequent prices to soar. The original starting price of the 2W just shot to 6W and to 7W.
The first buyer was Your Excellency H, who previously ordered her specialized medicines. It really was a lot of money and waywardness.
Many people detested him down to the very core and nicknamed him “H10.”
As soon as the auction ended, posts about the auction appeared on the Tianfu forum at once, and the high transaction price shook everyone. If this was a 3-star middle-grade specialty drug, let alone six to seventy thousand, there would be millions of people rushing to get a hold of each bottle. But if you spent 60,000 to 70,000 to buy a set of functional medicines that could only be used for 720 hours, many people would deem it unworthy for such money and attention.
The king who previously bid with He Lin returned and successfully sold the second set at a price of 70,000. He posted right after receiving Feixing Dose, the appraisal would be broadcast live and would be judged by him whether it was truly valuable. Many people commented they would be at his page, waiting to see another tyrant—the Medicine God.
Within the harmonious, heated discussion, someone all of a sudden shared a post titled “818 The Orphan Who Gained Others’ Sympathy by Selling Tragedy, Swindled the Legacy of the Old Man’s Orphanage, Paid his Way Through a Prestigious School Diploma, and Finally Walked on the Pinnacle of Life as an Orphan.” The poster was “Undressed Myna.”
An Xian was just about to quit the forum when she caught sight of this interesting post that hindered her not so.
When she read the post title, she felt a strange feeling in her heart. She clicked on the post, skimmed through it, and immediately guessed the identity of “Mister A” in the post. The following evidence promptly confirmed her conjecture that Mister A was Roy, whom she borrowed identity from.
The post delivered a substantial guiding quality by mapping false speculation on events such as the death of the director of the orphanage, Roy’s large inheritance, his extremely poor qualifications that were admitted to a foreign prestigious school, and his early graduation. The purpose is abundantly apparent—to throw mud at Roy.
The post was issued more than a month ago, four or five months after the crash occurred. Roy already kicked the bucket at that time. So the only person who moved him black was probably the impostor herself.
An Xian lived her new life in seclusion during this period and rarely had contact with outsiders. The sole person she came into contact with was the brown-haired man, which Roy himself forgot whose name, Roy himself forgot the whose name, in the medicinal marketplace.
There seemed to be no conflict between the two. Just because she showed indifference that the man would post such against her?
An Xian frowned. She herself did not care about others’ opinions, however, the person they made light of and disgraced was Roy. She had read Roy’s memory and probably no one in this world knew the young man better other than her. Even though Roy was gifted with inferior talent and his personality bore some shortcomings, he was a very remarkable person.
An Xian borrowed his identity, and it was only natural for her to accept this karma.
No matter what would happen, she refused to consent to anyone to calumniate such an upright person.