Chapter 64: still features the auction house.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Fang Chang stayed at home and didn't go out even once.
Kong Long and those rich kids called him many times, but he refused each time.
It wasn't that he needed to recuperate; it was that he was practicing ancient martial arts!
Having obtained the entry for martial arts practitioners, his Qi perception had grown stronger over the past half month.
It has to be said, that old martial artist was truly powerful, managing to cultivate talent in someone with no talent at all—and it was even an entry within his destiny!
Even Chu Changfeng, the villain of the chosen one, didn't have this ability.
Truly worthy of being the master of the chosen one.
Fang Chang sat in his chair; his hand injury had long since healed. He raised his right hand and extended one finger.
Buzz…
A wisp of transparent Qi coiled around his finger.
For the past two weeks, he not only focused on cultivating his Qi, but also used his home gym to train his physique. He already had a good foundation, and with the addition of ancient martial arts, his training became even more fluid and effective.
In just two weeks, his body became increasingly solid, and his muscle lines became clearer and more defined.
"People who don't know better will think I've been using performance-enhancing drugs!"
Looking at his perfect physique in the mirror, Fang Chang admired himself narcissistically.
Ding!
Just then, a notification sound rang.
Fang Chang took out his phone and saw it was another message from Kong Long. In the past two weeks, Kong Long had sent many messages, all unrelated to anything serious.
Either inviting him to a bar, or asking him to find some models for Fang Chang to admire.
Of course, Fang Chang had refused all these invitations.
But seeing Kong Long's message on his phone screen, Fang Chang didn't refuse this time.
"A special auction is about to begin, Young Master Fang. Didn't you want to buy some good stuff last time? Now's your chance!"
"Okay."
Fang Chang replied to Kong Long with a simple "okay."
Upon seeing the name "special auction," memories flooded Fang Chang's mind.
It was considered special because it was the kind of auction that couldn't be conducted in the open, and the items up for auction were incredibly diverse—not just rare antiques, but even people!
The former Fang Chang, a spoiled brat, had always dreamed of buying something special from these auctions.
But every time he went, he returned empty-handed.
This time, naturally, he wanted to try his luck.
As everyone knows, any auction is inextricably linked to the chosen ones!
After all, how could those people let go of such an opportunity to display their divine power?
The usual gimmicks like "lighting a lantern in the sky"—weren't those the very phrases that originated from these auctions?
Fang Chang desperately needed goodwill and badwill points, so going wouldn't hurt.
Ding!
While he was pondering, Kong Long sent another message.
"This auction is probably going to have some big items! It seems like all the wealthy people in Suzhou will be there. Young Master Fang, you can look forward to it! It's tonight, let's go together!"
"I'll pick you up tonight!"
Big items?
Upon hearing about the big items, Fang Chang was even more certain. It would definitely be a show for those destined for greatness; how could he not join in the excitement?
Fang Chang placed his phone on the ground and closed his eyes again to practice his ancient martial arts.
...
Night fell.
Fang Chang changed into an elegant suit and went downstairs.
Seeing Fang Chang, his mother smiled and asked, "Xiao Chang, are you planning to attend the auction?"
"Yes, Kong Long came to pick me up."
"That's good."
Fang Chang's mother took out a card and handed it to him: "Go ahead, buy whatever you want. Perfect timing, you'll represent the Fang family; your sister hasn't returned yet."
"Mom, should I bring a mask or something? Or will they give it to me when I get there?"
Hearing this, Fang Chang's mother's smile widened, and she teased, "Why wear a mask? Are you trying to fool yourself? Everyone knows you're my son. You don't need one at all. Go ahead."
"Okay."
Fang Chang didn't stand on ceremony, took the card from his mother, and walked out the door.
A luxury car was parked in front of the Fang family's house. Upon seeing Fang Chang arrive, Kong Long immediately opened the door to greet him.
"Young Master Fang, you've finally shown up! If you hadn't appeared, I would have thought you'd become a monk!"
"Is it that exaggerated? Don't you have any other friends besides me?"
Hearing Fang Chang's teasing, Kong Long smiled awkwardly: "Well, my old man told me to spend more time with you, and I didn't dare disobey his orders, otherwise he'd cancel my credit card!"
"I knew it."
Fang Chang smiled and then got into the car.
The car sped away.
After the two left, a minivan slowly pulled up behind them.
The people in the minivan were Qing Luan and Fang Fan.
"Lord War God, are we really going to this auction?"
"Yes!"
Fang Fan nodded, his tone serious. "If Fang Chang goes, Senior Sister Yun will probably go too. Knowing Duan Xiao's personality, he'll definitely be there for something like this. What if Fang Chang suffers if I don't go?"
"Alright!"
Hearing that Fang Chang might suffer, a hint of worry flashed in Qingluan's beautiful eyes. She didn't ask anything more, but instead stepped on the gas.
With a roar, the van transformed into a black shadow, speeding away into the distance.
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Underground auctions—every city has such special institutions.
The difference lies in the background of the auction house's owner.
If the owner has a powerful background, then the auction's prestige is extremely high. Suzhou City is such a case.
Holding an underground auction only once every few years, it's openly held on the top floor, without any gimmicks or restrictions on entry.
They bluntly told you, "If you have money, you can come!"
This approach piqued the interest of wealthy individuals, big and small, throughout Suzhou.
Furthermore, this underground auction offered a after-sales guarantee!
This clearly demonstrated the immense influence of its owner.
The top floor of the Jinghong Building.
The entire floor had been converted into a magnificent, opulent hall.
A huge stage stood at the front, with rows of seats below.
Today was the opening day of the auction, and most of Suzhou's wealthy individuals had come. Those sent by the top tycoons were mostly their younger relatives, such as Fang Chang and Kong Long.
Their seats were naturally in the front row.
Kong Long led Fang Chang to their pre-arranged seats in the front row, clearly having arranged it beforehand; their seats were right next to each other.
"Hehe...Young Master Fang, I have connections! I've already seen part of the auction list. Don't worry, I guarantee a big sale today! And I'll help you get it!"
Kong Long patted his chest, looking confident.
Fang Chang asked with a strange expression, "Did your dad give you money?"
"Absolutely!"
Kong Long pulled out a special card and waved it in front of Fang Chang: "If I didn't have some connections, would I dare make such a guarantee? Today's big sale is yours, I said it!"