After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune-Chapter 499 - 449, (Looking for monthly passes)

In novels about antique identification, there is a classic plot where the protagonist competes with the antagonist for a certain antique in his own shop.

The protagonist drives the price up very high, and in the end, "regrettably" loses to the antagonist.

It seems like the protagonist has lost, but in fact, he has made a fortune.

Because the money paid by the antagonist ultimately ends up in his pocket, the opponent becomes the sucker without knowing it.

What Yang Hao is doing right now is quite similar.

He has bid the use of a private room up to ten million!

However, at this moment, Yang Hao was somewhat regretting his decision, because judging from Qin Feng’s reaction, ten million seemed to have exceeded his affordability.

Is the top heir of Hucheng that unreliable?

Yang Hao scoffed silently in his heart.

He too was influenced by the title of "Hucheng’s top rich second generation," which was why he went directly from five million to ten million!

But what Yang Hao overlooked was that not everyone had a System like his to assist them.

For Yang Hao at this moment, money was really just a string of numbers, but for an internet celebrity like Qin Feng, ten million, while affordable, was a lot to spend.

If it were for buying sports cars or houses, it wouldn’t have mattered, but spending ten million on the use of a private room exceeded his normal spending power.

After all, that ten million would disappear without a trace once spent.

So at this point, Qin Feng was actually a bit hesitant. If it weren’t for Zhao Yuanyuan still live streaming, he might have already given in.

Admitting defeat in private isn’t a big deal; no one would know about it anyway.

Before he had crafted the persona of "Hucheng’s top rich second generation," he had often conceded in private.

However, now that he had the title of "Hucheng’s top rich second generation" on his head and thousands of people watching Zhao Yuanyuan’s live stream, if he conceded now, the persona he had worked so hard to build would collapse instantly.

So he was in a dilemma: raising the bid would hurt, but not raising it would be humiliating. It was a difficult situation either way.

And in the meantime, the chat in Zhao Yuanyuan’s live stream was bustling, with the online viewer count rising to over eight thousand people, nearly reaching ten thousand.

"Mr. Qin seems to have chickened out."

"No way, I just joined the live stream, and he chickened out already!"

"Isn’t he Hucheng’s top rich second generation? Can’t he afford ten million?"

"Mr. Qin, don’t chicken out, keep going!"

"He can afford ten million; he probably just thinks it’s not worth it!"

"At the end of the day, it’s all about cherishing the money, look at the big brother, he didn’t even blink when he put down ten million!"

"Big brother is the real tycoon, does anyone know who he is?"

"What big brother, that’s my husband, okay!!"

"..."

The comments on the public screen were scrolling fast, showing that the netizens were eager to watch the drama unfold.

Yang Hao, already regretting driving the price too high, contemplated retracting his chat message. He looked at Qin Feng and asked, "Is ten million a lot?"

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Yang Hao was actually trying to gauge Qin Feng’s inclination to see if he was still willing to bid higher. If he truly had no intention of raising the bid, Yang Hao would consider lowering his own bid to give him room to increase.

It was like the comedy skit "Kung Fu" with Benshan and "Chef Fan," re-bidding and then letting the other party have it for a fixed price to prevent chaos.

But Qin Feng clearly misunderstood and thought Yang Hao was provoking him.

"Just ten million, you really think I can’t afford it!"

Qin Feng clenched his teeth and his fists tightly, then shouted to Manager Wang at his side, "I bid eleven million!"

After speaking, Qin Feng looked at Yang Hao with a serious expression. Bidding over ten million was already his limit; he was genuinely afraid that the other party would continue to contend with him.

"Sold!"

"The private room is yours!"

To Qin Feng’s surprise, as soon as he announced the price of eleven million, Yang Hao immediately indicated his position.

"Transfer the money!"

"Once the money is received, the private room is yours!"

Yang Hao, afraid that Qin Feng was all talk, added another line.

"No, you..."

"You’re not raising it?"

Qin Feng looked at Yang Hao in bewilderment. From Yang’s previous stance, it seemed as if he would follow any bid.

But in the blink of an eye, he gave up!

At this moment, Qin Feng felt mixed emotions. In theory, as the winner who maintained the persona of "Hucheng’s top rich second generation," he should be happy.

But he couldn’t feel happy at all!

That was eleven million!

All just for the use of a private room.

He had the feeling that he was a big sucker!

Moreover, he always felt that something was off about Yang Hao. He seemed all booming and busting, but suddenly he gave up, leaving Qin Feng with the impression that it was all an act.

"Transfer the money!"

"The private room is yours!"

At that moment, Yang Hao said again cheerfully.

Seeing Yang Hao’s demeanor, Qin Feng, who had become clearer-headed, was even more upset. He felt that he had truly been played!

Yang Hao’s immediate doubling of the bid was actually to drive up the price, making him the sucker!

However, at this point, Pink Hair was extremely excited. Seeing Yang Hao no longer raising the bid, he suddenly perked up: "Raise it! Why aren’t you raising it anymore!"

"Weren’t you all high and mighty just now!"

"You, with only a few coins in your pocket, dare to contend with our Mr. Qin!"

Another lackey chimed in alongside: "For Mr. Qin, ten million is just a drop in the bucket."

"Even if it were twenty or thirty million, Mr. Qin wouldn’t blink an eye!"

Hearing them blow his own trumpet, Qin Feng, who was already feeling the pinch, had his mouth twitch violently.