Chapter 902: Turmoil at the Tea Plantation

Half a month has passed, and a few uninvited guests have come to the tea plantation again.

These people all received news from Ceng Nianci and came specifically to buy the tea plantation.

It must be said, this group of people really had some ability—some brought out leaders from the city, some pulled strings in the province, and others simply found local underworld figures.

He Yuzhu was not intimidated; he had long since deployed hundreds of Bodyguards, guarding the area around the tea plantation as tightly as an iron barrel, both openly and in secret.

He was not afraid of these people, but he had to put on this show; Liu Family Trading Group was not a soft persimmon that anyone could squeeze.

He also wanted to let all parties know that once they arrived at the tea plantation, they should not act rashly, and it would be best to weigh their own importance first.

Those pharmaceutical groups had exhausted every connection to stir up trouble, only to find that the path of seizing it by force was completely impassable.

With no other choice, these people had to send agents to contact Shen Yan.

This man, Shen Yan, was truly a decent person.

He turned no one away; as long as there was business to discuss, he was always polite, meeting everyone with a smile, neither humble nor pushy.

The answer he gave was also very clear: the contract he signed with Lin Family Medicine would not expire until the middle of next year. Since everyone wanted to buy the tea plantation, he would not favor one over the other; he would hold a public auction for the operating rights of the tea plantation starting from next June, and the highest bidder would win.

After hearing this, although the various parties were a bit unhappy, their eyes lit up—didn't this mean that starting next year, everyone would be standing on the same starting line as Lin Family Medicine? Everyone had a chance, and everyone could compete for it.

Thinking this way, the five people who came to negotiate all nodded in unison, agreeing to follow Shen Yan's rules.

At the Hong Kong Hilton Hotel, the lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were brilliant, but there were only two people in the room.

Ceng Nianci hugged A Long, resting her chin on his shoulder, "I've been with you for over half a year, to be honest, I quite like you. But..." She raised her head, her eyes slightly red, "I offended my Boss. He found out—that I sold the formula to several pharmaceutical companies. I have to leave. After the heat dies down, I'll come find you. I'll marry you, don't blame me, okay?"

A Long's heart tightened. He knew the time for parting had come, but after half a year of physical intimacy, he had truly grown fond of this woman.

He held her tighter, feeling as if his heart were being cut by a knife, fearing that she would disappear in the next second: "If you trust me, I'll arrange things for you. If you go by yourself, you really will die."

Ceng Nianci curled her lips, looking at him with a half-smile: "You're just a small fry with a monthly salary of ten thousand Hong Kong Dollars, where could you possibly arrange for me to go?"

"Boss Xu Tianxu of the Heaven and Earth Society, he's very good to me," A Long lowered his voice, "You should know what kind of business he's in, right?"

Ceng Nianci nodded, though her expression was somewhat dismissive: "A big boss like that, would he bother with your affairs?"

A Long smiled, his smile carrying a hint of simplicity, "My godmother often treated the brothers in his gang years ago, and I was the one running those lines and making those contacts. If I ask him to protect someone for me, he won't refuse this favor."

Ceng Nianci was stunned for a moment, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek: "If you can really help me get through this, I'll marry you."

A Long didn't take the bait, but instead looked at her seriously: "Then you must tell me the detailed information about your Boss and those companies you sold the formula to."

The smile on Ceng Nianci's face froze instantly. She widened her eyes, staring fixedly at A Long, her voice changing pitch: "A Long, tell me—is the thing about the old tea tree fake?"

A Long smiled honestly.

With that smile, everything was understood.

"That tea can cure illnesses... is fake."

"Slap—"

Ceng Nianci swung a palm across his face, crisp and clean.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was trembling: "You bastard! You son of a bitch! You've ruined me! My life is over! I'm not done with you!"

She raised her fists and began pounding on A Long, blow after blow, fast and fierce.

A Long didn't dodge; he just stood there, taking it, letting her hit him.

When she was tired from hitting and stopped, gasping for air, she said: "A Long, you've deceived me so bitterly... what exactly are you trying to do? That Douglas will kill me!"

A Long smiled, with a hint of pride, "I do whatever my godmother wants me to do. You should work with us too. Godmother won't treat you badly. Actually... godmother was also a spy, she won't mind."

"Your godmother is just a pill seller, can she compete with the capital of M Country? If she were really capable, why couldn't she get the approval to sell drugs in Europe and America?" Ceng Nianci said.

"I don't know, you just tell me where your Boss is, and I'll kill him!" A Long said in a relaxed tone.

Ceng Nianci pushed him onto the bed and said: "You kid, you're like a man, I like that."

A strange auction kicked off at the West Lake Hotel.

Outside the venue, hundreds of Bodyguards were gathered, all expressionless with sharp gazes.

Inside, there were no reporters, only a few supervisors and leaders from Hangzhou sitting in the front row, their expressions varied.

Further back were over a dozen agents in suits and leather shoes, each clutching a Satellite Phone, their expressions as serious as if they were going to the battlefield.

This auction for the ten-year operating rights of the tea plantation had a starting price of fifty million US dollars, not a cent less. Otherwise, it would be considered a failed auction.

The auctioneer cleared his throat and had just shouted "Starting bid at fifty million US dollars," before the words had even faded—

"One hundred million US dollars."

Su Mei, the assistant to Lin Wanning, raised her paddle without expression.

The whole room went quiet for a moment, and then the representatives of the six foreign pharmaceutical companies all changed color at once.

Almost simultaneously, they lowered their heads, frantically dialing their Satellite Phones, whispering to their bosses behind the scenes. The gibberish of foreign languages mixed with tones of shock rose one after another.

The auctioneer was quite tactful, smiling as he gave everyone plenty of time to think.

Five minutes passed.

"One hundred and twenty million."

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit raised his paddle. His voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The scene fell into dead silence once again.

Even those Hangzhou leaders who had seen big scenes couldn't help but widen their eyes.

They had worked in this industry for so many years and couldn't figure out—how could an ordinary tea plantation sell for such a sky-high price? Everyone had their own thoughts; some lowered their heads to drink tea, while others quietly took out handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

The auction continued.

"One hundred and fifty million."

A chubby middle-aged man raised his paddle, his voice loud and his eyes proud.

Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward the direction of Lin Family Pharmaceuticals.

Su Mei's expression finally changed; she frowned and picked up her phone to dial out.

Seeing this, the auctioneer's mouth curled slightly upward, and he began to speed up the rhythm: "One hundred and fifty million going once... one hundred and fifty million going twice..."

Just at this critical, hair-trigger moment—

"Two hundred million."

A young, beautiful woman raised her paddle, her voice crisp and resonant.

The entire room gasped.

Everyone's gaze fell upon her—in fact, she was Emily, the assistant of Lukasi.