Jiang Cheng directly raised his bidding paddle twice, increasing the price by one million.
"Gentleman number 35, eighteen million!"
After the host called out this price, the tattooed man's face turned green as he whispered to a white-haired young man next to him.
"Damn, who is this number 35? So fierce." After saying that, he looked back over his shoulder.
The white-haired man next to him, seeing that he wasn't bidding anymore, asked with a playful smile, "Brother Qin, aren't you bidding anymore?"
"What the hell, what are you saying? Who isn't bidding? And where would I get that much money?" the tattooed man said irritably.
Seeing the tattooed man glare at him, the white-haired man appropriately changed the subject and continued, "Brother Qin, putting aside the bidding, you don't have that much money?"
The tattooed man smacked his lips, then shrugged: "Forget it, it's not about the money. The main thing is, buying this for eighteen million isn't worth it. With that money, I'd rather buy two Patek Philippes to wear for fun."
The tattooed man felt that buying this watch for eighteen million was indeed a bit foolish. Although the watch's style was attractive, its popularity wasn't as widespread as Patek Philippe's.
Seeing the tattooed man say this, the white-haired man also nodded in agreement: "I think so too. Who is this number 35? He seems younger than both of us and looks unfamiliar. I don't think I've seen him before."
The tattooed man stroked his chin, his eyes revealing a glimmer of interest, as if he was contemplating something, then continued, "I don't know him, but his taste is quite good. He liked the same watch as me."
"Oh, he snatched your item and you're still praising him? I didn't expect Brother Qin to be so magnanimous."
"If he has money, that's his ability. What do I have to say? I'll only praise him for being awesome. Why would I be jealous of him?"
"Wow, this is truly Brother Qin. Your perspective makes me admire you."
"Scram~~~"
Amidst their lively conversation, the Richard Mille was effortlessly acquired by Jiang Cheng.
The subsequent auction items were nothing special, mostly jade and emeralds, which bored Jiang Cheng so much that he started playing on his phone. The tattooed man and the white-haired man were also bored. After a few whispers, they stood up and walked towards Jiang Cheng.
The white-haired man was the first to speak to Jiang Cheng: "Hey, buddy, hello."
Jiang Cheng looked up at the sound.
He saw that two young men were now in the seats beside him.
The young man who spoke to Jiang Cheng had white hair and was wearing Armani clothes.
His overall demeanor seemed a bit roguish.
Aside from his hairstyle, the Patek Philippe on his wrist and the designer clothes he wore added a peculiar elegance to his aura.
With the backing of wealth, it was clear he was not a simple street punk.
Jiang Cheng didn't know the young man who greeted him, but he immediately recognized the other slender, tattooed man beside him.
Isn't this Qin Fen, the "Shanghai Emperor" he often scrolled past on Douyin in his previous life?
Seeing the other party extend his hand, Jiang Cheng shook it and said, "My name is Jiang Cheng."
"Hello, my name is Qin Fen, and he's Wang Zheng. Oh, by the way, I was the one competing with you for the Richard Mille watch earlier," Qin Fen said to Jiang Cheng, extending his tattooed hands.
After shaking his hand as before, Jiang Cheng spoke: "I've seen your news. 'Shanghai Emperor'?"
That's right, he was the "Shanghai Emperor," the second-generation rich kid from Shanghai, whom he often saw on Douyin.
In Shanghai, a city where every inch of land is precious, he was known as the "number one rich second generation in Shanghai."
When people hear the term "rich second generation," their first impression might be Wang Congcong.
After all, Qin Fen wasn't as high-profile as Wang Congcong, but that was also because his background wasn't as clean as Wang Congcong's family.
Once, Wang Congcong posted on Weibo: "I don't care if my friends have money or not, because none of them are as rich as I am."
Then Qin Fen commented below with three simple words: "What about me?"
That time, Wang Congcong uncharacteristically didn't reply, whether it was out of disdain or for other reasons. However, he and Wang Xiaozhang did have interactions and were even photographed having hot pot together.
Qin Fen was so famous because of a very showy and viral photo of him in the rain that appeared in the news.
His thirty-million Ferrari supercar was crashed, and he sat in the car playing on his phone as if nothing had happened.
And he calmly posted on WeChat, stating: "Take everything in stride."
Although in the eyes of many ordinary people, his background seemed powerful and his family mysterious.
However, Jiang Cheng knew that their family's rise was merely built on stacking up small-time gangsters, and their family history was indeed not clean.
But no matter what, even though their family's origins were not presentable, by his generation, they had already begun to whitewash their image.
Now, he was clearly a prominent representative of the rich second generation.
Seeing Jiang Cheng say this, Qin Fen smiled, shrugged, and waved his hand, saying, "There are many people in Shanghai much more impressive than me. This title is just something netizens made up. Don't bring it up; I feel embarrassed myself when I hear it. Besides, look at you, weren't you much more impressive than me just now?"
Jiang Cheng didn't explain, just smiled faintly: "I just happened to like that watch."
"You like luxury watches too?" Qin Fen asked with interest.
Jiang Cheng shook his head and spoke honestly: "I wouldn't say I 'like' them. I've never bought one before. This is my first time buying one; I'm just trying something new."
Seeing Jiang Cheng say this, Wang Zheng and Qin Fen couldn't help but exchange glances, then secretly sized up Jiang Cheng again.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng indeed wasn't wearing a watch, they became even more surprised.
"Buying a watch worth over ten million for your first purchase, you're really something. Honestly, I know quite a few people in the Shanghai circle, but your face is unfamiliar. Logically, I should have met someone like you," Wang Zheng said, looking at Jiang Cheng.
"I just arrived in Shanghai yesterday."
"No wonder! I was wondering why Brother Qin and I didn't know someone like you. So you're not from this circle?"
After clarifying his doubt, Wang Zheng continued to ask: "Are you coming to Shanghai to develop?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head: "I'm planning to go to university here. I just came to check things out first."
Upon hearing Jiang Cheng's words, both of them couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy cow!"
"You mean you're only eighteen? That's pretty impressive..."
Both of them were now involuntarily amazed, naturally surprised by the financial power Jiang Cheng displayed at his age.
Although their own families were well-off, at eighteen, they didn't have this much liquid capital at their disposal.
At most, their monthly allowance was only a few hundred thousand, nowhere near enough to buy a watch worth over twenty million in one go.
"Just an ordinary family," Jiang Cheng said honestly.
"Look at you talking. If your conditions are 'ordinary,' then what are we, garbage collectors?" Wang Zheng responded casually.
"Alright, stop pretending. There probably won't be anything good to bid on next. This watch should be the finale tonight. How about we go take a look at your watch?" Qin Fen suggested, as he was indeed very interested in the watch.
Jiang Cheng shrugged and nodded casually.
"Sounds good."
With that, the three of them went to the notary office. Jiang Cheng filled out the auction certificate and confirmation forms, then directly transferred the money to their account.
Just then, the system chimed with a notification.
Ding!
"Congratulations, Host, your level has upgraded again!"
"The Host will receive 1 yuan for every second he exists in the world."
["Name: Jiang Cheng."]
["Age: 18 years old."]
["Height: 182."]
["Appearance: 85 points."]
["Level: 7."]
["System Reserve: 367,280 yuan (can be withdrawn at any time)"]
["System: 1 yuan/second."]
["Upgrade Experience: 23,900,000 / 50,000,000."]
The 1 yuan he received every second amounted to 60 yuan per minute, 3600 yuan per hour, and 86,400 yuan per day, making his monthly income 2.592 million yuan.
His annual income directly surpassed thirty million yuan!
In this situation, even if Jiang Cheng did nothing and just lazed around all day, he had already surpassed 99.99% of people.
But Jiang Cheng was not satisfied.
Because thirty million might be a lot for ordinary people, but for those born at the top, it was just pocket change.
Taking current housing prices, in Rong City alone, a single room costs hundreds of thousands, and if you want to buy a villa, it starts at least at fifty million.
Fifty million might buy a villa in Rong City, but in Shanghai, a place where every inch of land is precious, fifty million can only buy a few hundred square meters of an apartment.
If you want to buy a villa in Shanghai, it would cost at least one or two hundred million. Take Tomson Riviera here, for example, apartments worth one or two hundred million are everywhere.
If you want to go a step further and buy a house in our capital, Yanjing, the price is another story entirely.
For example, the Richard Mille RM056 costs eighteen million, while the Patek Philippe Celestial Tourbillon watch also costs over seventeen million.
It seemed that the watch Jiang Cheng bought now was already very luxurious, but in reality, it was just a stepping stone.
And the luxury yachts and private jets owned by Da Da and his peers cost several hundred million to acquire.
So Jiang Cheng felt that he couldn't yet be considered truly wealthy.
He could only barely qualify as a small corner of a tycoon, still in the 'unyielding silver' tier in this world.
To achieve a life at the top, he still needed to continue striving to the end.
Looking at the system's reserve fund, which had reached 367,280 yuan, he immediately clicked to withdraw it.
The next second, he received a text message about the transferred funds.
After getting the watch, Jiang Cheng generously placed it on the table for the two of them to admire.
The three of them looked at the Richard Mille inside the exquisite box on the table and couldn't help but exclaim.
It's so damn beautiful!