The Marshal's Wife is Wild-Chapter 48 - 47 Auction 3 The Finale Lot
Chapter 48: Chapter 47: Auction 3, The Finale Lot
Chapter 48 -47: Auction 3, The Finale Lot
Qu Tong couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
It was quite pitiful.
Despite such a miserable life, his hair still looked good, and although he was frail, his face was quite attractive. His skin was fair, and his whole body exuded an unhealthy beauty.
One had to say, genetics were quite powerful.
The golden-haired man had no starting bid, and as soon as the auctioneer’s voice fell, the hall erupted with successive bids, with a few from the second and third floor private rooms as well.
Qu Tong glanced around and noticed that most of those bidding in the first-floor hall were older women, along with a few young men and sleazy uncles. It was easy to guess what they would do with him after the purchase.
The bidding went round after round, ultimately reaching the price of her stone.
Qu Tong was amazed in her heart, being good-looking really could make people spend more money on you.
Meanwhile, Yu Yao kept glancing at Qu Tong.
Seeing that Qu Tong was just quietly watching the cage in the middle, with no excess emotion, she couldn’t understand why Qu Tong wasn’t bidding this time.
In the past, whenever Qu Tong had inquired about an item, whether she won the bid or not, she had always participated in the bidding.
Moreover, young girls tended to be soft-hearted.
Of course, Qu Tong noticed Yu Yao’s gaze and said with amusement, “Do I look like a sucker in your eyes?”
Yu Yao: “…”
Yu Yao gave an embarrassed smile and quickly shook her head in denial.
Qu Tong didn’t mind and continued to watch the auction.
The platform holding the cage slowly turned for display, and just as the handsome face of the man was facing her direction, his long eyelashes slightly trembled, but he still did not wake up.
In the end, a middle-aged, greasy, overweight uncle in the first-floor hall won the bid, his small, squinty eyes from excess fat somehow looked a bit lecherous when he smiled.
One could almost predict the tragic fate that was about to befall the unhealthily beautiful man.
After a long build-up, the crowd on the scene showed no impatience but grew even more expectant.
“Trembling hearts, shaking hands, coming up next is our final and show-stopping item!”
“I’m sure everyone has already received the news. After 30 years, our black market has once again welcomed a Special Grade Potion! This Special Grade Potion can reduce the Psychic Outburst Value by 10 points for an SS-rank Psychic, and it’s presumed those below SS-rank will benefit even more. There’s no need for doubt, it’s officially certified, and we guarantee the quality.”
The auctioneer spoke with fervent enthusiasm, his whole body animated as if he had already foreseen the frenzied scramble to come.
Instantly, the venue erupted into a feverish buzz, filled with discussions and cheers.
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“Really? OMG!”
“Is that even a question? The black market is officially promoting it; when have they ever lied? Their tyrant agreements are infamous—if they withdraw a bid, they’d lose everything, even their underwear.”
“Finally, I have the chance to see the legendary Special Grade Potion, though there’s no hope of winning it.”
“I’m just here to broaden my horizons; there’s no way I can compete with the big shots on the second, third, and fourth floors.”
“I guarantee you, it’s going to be a madhouse today.”
“Well, of course. The entire Empire only produces enough Special Grade Potion to count on two hands in a year. Many people with money still can’t get their hands on it.”
“Didn’t the Alchemist Association sign a treaty that Special Grade Potions, apart from personal use, could only be provided to the military and the Royal Family? How did it get into the black market?”
“That’s true, but the Special Grade Potion from 30 years ago still came from the Cangling Empire next door. However, that Potion Grandmaster died 10 years ago.”
“Could there be a new Potion Grandmaster emerging??”
“It’s very possible. My father’s second aunt works in the black market as a cleaner, and she heard through the grapevine that there’s not just one Special-grade Potion, but apparently three.”
“Psh, boast all you want. Since when can a cleaner get her hands on inside information that easily?”
The discussions in the hall were already heated, and each private room was soundproofed with windows; any further conversation was just among acquaintances.
The auctioneer deliberately paused for a while, just to heighten the atmosphere, and was very satisfied with what he had just overheard.
Qu Tong in the private room was also very pleased.
With a strike of his gavel, a moment of silence fell over the crowd.
Seizing the opportunity, the auctioneer declared, “Today’s surprises don’t stop there. The Special-grade Potions appearing in our auction house today are not just one bottle, but three!”
“What!!!”
“Damn, damn, damn, it’s really three bottles, I didn’t hear wrong, did I?”
“It’s explosive enough when even one bottle shows up, but what does it mean when there are three all at once?”
“Ah!! This is insane.”
The auctioneer shouted hoarsely with excitement, “You heard right, folks, three bottles! Three Special-grade Potions will be auctioned one by one.”
With that, he pulled off the red cloth covering the tray.
The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and screams!
Lan Jianghong in the third-floor private room suddenly stood up, his face ashen as he gazed at the tray covered by the red cloth below.
“What’s been going on lately? First, there was Miss Ali’s God of Wealth Temple, and now at the auction, Special-grade Potions appear, and right off the bat, it’s three of them. Do they think Potion Grandmasters are a dime a dozen?”
The series of events in the past few days had made Lan Jianghong particularly moody.
He thought a clueless unknown shop owner disrupting the market was infuriating enough, but he never expected them to get involved with the military. His subordinates reported that the military’s benefits for the first half of the year were reduced by thirty percent.
When he personally sought an explanation from the military, Gong Yun, that old fox, actually played poor and pitiful, exceedingly polite but firmly unwilling to give up that thirty percent of benefits.
It made him simmer with anger for the past few days.
“Grandfather, don’t be angry. It may not be from our Empire. This is a gathering of resources from two great empires, with even the Cangling Empire involved. If it comes from another empire, it can’t threaten us yet,” Lan Weiying comforted softly, brewing a cup of tea and pushing it in front of Lan Jianghong.
Lan Jianghong took the tea and drained it in one gulp, his tone becoming somewhat calmer, but he was still displeased inside:
“Xiaoying makes a point. Let’s just see how many people can snatch up just three bottles of potion.”
Lan Weiying frowned slightly, disagreeing: “No, Grandfather, we have to bid too. Our Special-grade Potion’s efficacy isn’t stable, and it’s rare that it can reduce an SS-rank Psychic’s volatility value by 10%. If we take it back for research, maybe we can improve the potency further.”
“And besides, who else can compete with us, the Alchemists, for such an item.”
Lan Jianghong, hearing Lan Weiying’s analysis, found it aligned perfectly with his thoughts, feeling comforted: “You truly are Lan Family’s prodigious young lady.”
Receiving the praise, Lan Weiying was far from embarrassed; instead, she became even more confident and poised, her exquisite face radiating a perfectly measured smile.
In another private room, Gong Lingyu peered through the window, his eyes blazing as he looked down, full of unabashed confidence.
“Father, do you think Jun Li’s master could concoct a Special-grade Potion?”
Gong Yun sat by the table, looking utterly relaxed: “It’s not impossible.”
Seeing his father again playing his cards close to the chest, Gong Lingyu rolled his eyes and changed the subject: “If I don’t have enough money later, please lend me your little vault to make do.”
