The whiskey tasting segment soon officially began.
The spotlight hit the Dalmore 62-year-old placed in a glass display cabinet in the center of the stage. The amber liquid, reflecting the light, sparkled brightly like liquid gold.
"Distinguished guests, next up will be the most exciting part of our evening, the special auction for this legendary 'Angel's Share', the Dalmore 62-year-old single malt whiskey! It begins now!"
"The starting price is 100,000! And there is no limit on the bid increments."
As the host's excited voice fell, Qin Zi'ang immediately raised his paddle without hesitation: "500,000!"
Shen Hao, not wanting to be outdone, followed up with his paddle: "1,000,000!"
He wanted to show a strong momentum right from the start.
"1,500,000!" Qin Zi'ang lazily raised his paddle himself, shooting Shen Hao a provocative glance.
"2,000,000!"
"3,000,000!"
The price soared at a staggering speed, quickly breaking the 5 million mark.
The other guests in the venue were completely reduced to spectators. No one dared to compete; they just excitedly pointed at Qin Zi'ang, Shen Hao, and the others, enjoying the drama.
A bidding war of this level had long exceeded the value of the liquor itself; it was purely a contest of face and wealth.
"6,000,000!" Shen Hao called out again, his palms sweating slightly.
Although Liu Yutong had said beforehand that they must get this bottle, this price was indeed a bit ridiculous.
It should be known that the last time a Dalmore 62-year-old was publicly auctioned, the final price was only a few hundred thousand. Today's price was already more than ten times that previous transaction.
Qin Zi'ang seemed to notice Shen Hao's lack of confidence, sneered, and raised his paddle again: "6,500,000!"
His attitude gave the impression that 6.5 million was just a drop in the bucket for him.
Gu Yebai whispered to Liu Yutong, "Sister Yutong, it looks like this guy surnamed Qin is dead set on going against us."
Liu Yutong gave a soft "hmm," and then called out her bid: "6,500,000 and 10 cents."
Qin Zi'ang: "???"
"No, is that how you bid? Just adding 10 cents?"
Liu Yutong: "I just need to be higher than you. The auction didn't specify a minimum increment. Also, I advise you, don't use your entire net worth to challenge my pocket money. Even if your father came, the result would be the same."
Qin Zi'ang was instantly angered into a laugh by her arrogant words. Wasn't she blatantly calling him a pauper?
"Fine, since you like bragging so much, I'll let you brag to your heart's content!"
"I bid 8,000,000!"
The whole venue was instantly in an uproar!
Eight million for a bottle of liquor, even if it was a Dalmore 62-year-old, was an astronomical price.
After shouting out this price, the smile on Qin Zi'ang's face noticeably faded, but he still deliberately provoked Liu Yutong.
Liu Yutong acted as if she didn't see it and spoke again: "8,000,000 and 10 cents."
"8,500,000!" Qin Zi'ang raised the bid again.
"8,500,000 and 10 cents," Liu Yutong followed closely.
"9,000,000!"
"9,000,000 and 10 cents."
"10,000,000!" Qin Zi'ang practically roared. He was obviously disgusted by Liu Yutong. What was the meaning of this? Deliberately adding 10 cents every time.
The venue became even livelier because of this. This was breaking a new record!
Ten million! Just to buy a bottle of liquor!
Ridiculous!
Right at this moment, Liu Yutong held up two fingers: "20,000,000!"
As soon as her voice fell, everyone instantly fell silent.
The feeling was like the calm before the storm, leaving everyone momentarily at a loss for words to describe the shock in their hearts.
In short, too fierce!
Qin Zi'ang's face darkened completely.
His family was indeed wealthy, but throwing down ten million just to prove a point had far exceeded his budget. Conversely, the other party had directly called out twenty million, and judging by her posture, she hadn't reached her limit yet.
Could it be that he, this rich second generation, was truly the poorest among the crowd?
From the moment he accepted this bet, he didn't quite believe that Gu Yebai and his group could completely crush him. After all, Gu Yebai and his companions were kids from the military compounds, so they shouldn't have much capital. As for Shen Hao and the eldest miss of the Bai family, their family backgrounds were solid, but he didn't believe the pocket money of these two second-generation heirs would be more than his.
His nickname, Emperor of Modu, wasn't for nothing. His spending power in the second-generation circle of Modu was top-tier, almost unrivaled. He even had a famous saying circulating in the circle: "I don't care if the people I make friends with have money; anyway, none of them have as much money as I do."
He was just that arrogant!
Today, he seemed to have met his match; the girl dressed in black seemed to have more money than him.
Just then, one of his companions beside him couldn't help but advise: "Young Master Qin, that's enough. Twenty million for a bottle of liquor is really not worth it, and this group from Yunshan Club seems determined to win..."
"Get lost!"
Qin Zi'ang pushed him away. If he surrendered now, where would he put his face as the Emperor of Modu? Especially with the bet in place, if he stopped here, he probably wouldn't be able to mix in the circles of Modu anymore.
Thinking of this, he called out another astronomical price.
"I bid 22,000,000!"
"However, I demand a verification of funds! Who knows if you outsiders are just making blind bids to intentionally scam me? Verify the funds! We must verify the funds!"
This was obviously him starting to play dirty because he couldn't afford to lose.
But the possibility he mentioned wasn't non-existent. There were plenty of people who would randomly drive up prices at auctions, hoping others would foot the bill.
"Qin Zi'ang, you're full of shit! You think we can't bring out the money? Who are you looking down on?!" Shen Hao angrily retorted upon hearing his words.
Qin Zi'ang sneered: "Empty words are no proof. Manager, I demand that their funds be verified, otherwise, I suspect them of malicious bidding!"
The bar manager was caught in a dilemma; he couldn't afford to offend either side.
At this moment, Liu Yutong set down the wine glass in her hand: "Want to verify funds? Sure!"
Then she nodded to Lan Die, who was like a shadow behind her.
Lan Die immediately stepped forward and took out a black card from her handbag.
When the financial director took the card, his hand actually trembled slightly.
He had seen many black cards; after all, this was Modu, and there were plenty of people with assets in the tens of millions. Plus, their bar was a high-end establishment, and many of the guests who came to play here had net worths starting at ten million, and they all had black cards too.
However, those black cards were the ordinary kind, which you could get as long as your deposits exceeded ten million.
But today was his first time seeing such a special black card, which had a very obvious difference from the ordinary ones for deposits of tens or hundreds of millions. The texture of this black card was clearly better, with dark gold dragon patterns inlaid on the edges, and a special serial number 9 on it.
He had heard a rumor that one could only obtain a limited edition supreme black card if the deposits in the card exceeded ten billion.
Ten billion in liquid funds!
This was completely different from a person's so-called net worth. Looking across the entire Dragon Kingdom, the number of people who could obtain this kind of black card could be counted on one hand.
He never expected that the young woman standing before him would actually be one of them!
After confirming that the card was genuine, the manager broke into a cold sweat, his attitude becoming incredibly respectful. He first bowed deeply to Liu Yutong, then quickly walked over to the host and announced the result: "Young Master Qin, and distinguished guests, after verification, there is absolutely no issue with Miss Liu's funds."
He didn't even dare to state the exact figure, but his attitude said it all.
It was undoubtedly a number that would make the bar's management, and even the boss himself, tremble in fear.
Qin Zi'ang froze.
His family's Zhenhua Capital was considered a corporate giant; what kind of black card hadn't he seen? However, he vaguely remembered seeing a similar dragon-patterned black card when he accompanied his father to meet a heavyweight client.
At the time, his father had told him that anyone who possessed such a card had a true behemoth of a background and must absolutely never be provoked.
Very quickly, he shook these thoughts out of his head.
Impossible!
This woman looked to be only around twenty years old!
His eyes must be playing tricks on him! They had to be!
"Fine! Even if you have money! I bid 25 million!" Qin Zi'ang completely lost his reason, shouting out another astronomical price.
Liu Yutong instead began to laugh: "If Qin Zhenhua knew you were out here acting so recklessly, he'd probably want to have another kid to replace you."
She used Qin Zhenhua's full name, her tone as casual as if she were addressing a peer.
Of course, she had the right to do so. Strictly speaking, she was a first-generation founder, and so was Qin Zhenhua. A second-generation heir like Qin Zi'ang truly wasn't worthy of sitting at the same table as her.
Qin Zi'ang's mind buzzed, and he roared in absolute fury: "Who the hell do you think you are, thinking you're worthy of mentioning my dad's name? I'll crush you with money today! 30 million!"
Liu Yutong shook her head, seemingly finding the whole ordeal boring now. She reached out one hand, spread her five fingers wide, and stated a single number: "50 million!"
That sealed the deal!
