As the host announced the official start of the bidding, the air in the previously quiet venue seemed to be sucked out in an instant, becoming thick and heavy.
"The starting bid for the redevelopment rights of this unnamed street area is 20 billion yen! Each bid must be at least 1 billion yen!"
"Two hundred and eleven billion!"
Before the host could finish speaking, a local construction tycoon from the back row eagerly raised his sign.
However, his voice didn't even have a chance to echo in the empty hall.
"Two hundred and fifty billion."
The Mitsubishi Group representative sitting in the front row didn't even turn his head; he simply lazily raised his number plate, his tone as indifferent as if he were buying a bunch of scallions at the market.
In his eyes, merchants from small places like Huya Liu were not even qualified to sit at the table; adding billions was simply too petty.
"Three hundred billion."
The Sumitomo Bank representative followed closely behind, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice equally flat.
"Three…three hundred and fifty billion!" The local tycoon who made the initial bid gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and shouted out this number, which was almost the limit of all his liquid funds.
"Four hundred billion."
It was another light, airy voice. This time it was someone from the Fuji Group.
In less than a minute, the local tycoon who had just been trying to get a share of the pie was now slumped in his chair, pale-faced, like a little white rabbit that had wandered into a lion and tiger arena.
He realized that there was no place for him here today. This wasn't just about money; it was a hunting ground for financial giants.
As the price broke through the 40 billion mark, the frequency of bidding finally slowed down, but the sense of pressure brought by each bid increased exponentially.
Four hundred and fifty billion... four hundred and eighty billion... five hundred billion!
When the Sumitomo Bank representative announced the figure of 50 billion yen, a collective gasp rippled through the room.
This price is already close to the red line of land value that everyone predicted.
Adding more ingredients could still generate profit, but the profit margin would be greatly compressed, and risks might even be involved.
A brief silence fell over the scene.
Just when everyone thought the price would remain stagnant at around 50 billion.
Kyoko Sasaki, who had been sitting quietly in the corner without making a move, began to make an offer.
She didn't even glance at the still-hesitating representatives of the conglomerates, but simply elegantly raised the black and gold number plate in her hand, parted her red lips slightly, and uttered a number that took the breath away of everyone present:
"Six hundred billion."
boom--!
It felt like a depth charge had been dropped into the venue.
It's not 51 billion, not 55 billion, but a direct jump of 10 billion, directly capped at 60 billion!
This isn't a bidding process at all.
This is clearly telling everyone – this land is mine, the Sasaki family, and anyone who dares to stop me will be crushed with money!
Ryuzaki Mako sat next to Kyoko, watching this usually aloof woman now exuding a queenly aura of absolute dominance.
A slight smile played on his lips; it must be said, this domineering air of regarding money as dirt was indeed quite charming.
The elderly man with gray hair, the representative of the Mitsubishi Group in the front row, had a furrowed brow. He raised his bidding paddle halfway up, but then hesitated and put it down.
His brain was engaged in rapid and precise calculations.
Six hundred billion yen is not something Mitsubishi can't afford. But is it worth it for a development project in Toaru?
He secretly glanced at Sasaki Kyoko, who stood straight and had a cold and aloof expression, behind him.
He sighed inwardly: Ever since the Sasaki family lost power in Tokyo, they have been like trapped beasts pushed to the edge of a cliff.
The most deadly fight is one fought by a cornered beast.
For them, the nameless street was more than just a business deal; it was a springboard for their return to Tokyo and the resurgence of their glory.
That's probably what Kyoko was thinking.
If you try to compete with her, she will absolutely stop at nothing, even if it means mutual destruction, to raise the price to an absurd level.
Even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.
Offending a crazy, wealthy family for such a small profit is far too risky.
It's not worth it, it's not worth it at all.
Not only Mitsubishi, but also representatives from Sumitomo and Fuji reached the same conclusion after intense eye contact and psychological maneuvering.
Rather than fighting this crazy woman to the death, it's better to do her a favor.
Of course, there's another point: everyone knows that the Sasaki family sold off all their assets when they left Tokyo.
The cash flow on hand has reached a terrifying level.
Even if they continue to bid, they don't have much confidence.
Time passed by, second by second.
The room was deathly silent, save for the heavy breathing.
The host was also flushed with excitement. He wiped the sweat from his brow and shouted in a trembling voice:
"Ms. Sasaki has bid 60 billion! 60 billion in one go!"
"Is anyone else bidding? This is prime real estate on Wuming Street, the future commercial center!"
No one answered.
Kyoko sat there like an ice sculpture, coldly watching the entire scene. Her powerful aura made everyone around her afraid to look directly at her.
"Six hundred billion twice!"
The host raised his gavel high.
Ryuzaki Makoto relaxed slightly. It seemed that things were going more smoothly than expected. Was this the oppressive feeling of a top-tier wealthy family?
It was truly extraordinary.
Kyoko's lips twitched slightly, revealing a confident smile.
"Six hundred billion..."
The auctioneer's gavel fell heavily, about to slam down on the auction table and seal the deal.
At this critical moment!
A slightly awkward Japanese accent came abruptly from the entrance of the venue, abruptly interrupting the host's actions.
"etc!"
Everyone turned around in astonishment.
The door was pushed open, and a tall, blond, blue-eyed foreigner in a white suit, with an expensive cigar in his mouth, strode in, surrounded by a team of actuaries in dark suits carrying briefcases.
He ignored the "No Smoking" signs in the venue, and even ignored all the business luminaries present. His sharp blue eyes, like those of a hawk, swept across the crowd and locked onto Kyoko Sasaki.
There was no respect for business rivals in those eyes, only a naked aggression and possessiveness as if looking at prey.
He extended a finger and shook it lightly, his tone flippant and arrogant:
"Seventy billion, I'll put up seventy billion."
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The storyline for the neighborhood is almost over, and now we need to bring in some new characters to design the next storyline.
I'd like to ask for your opinions once again.
Many people want to write more fanfiction about movies and TV shows, and I have no objection to that. Feel free to leave a comment.
However, don't write dramas that are already below the current level of the True Dragon Society, otherwise the plot won't connect.
I have some initial plans, and I might write about extreme evil next.
Feel free to share your thoughts.
Wishing everyone a happy life.