Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1208 Stealing Chicken
Asan's people were really confused this time. The person they had originally looked down upon turned out to be a big trouble.

Fifteen million US dollars, and they still dare to increase the bet. What's more hateful is that they only increase one dollar each time.

Since the Ukrainian side has announced the news, it means that the other party's deposit has been in place.

Damn, where does all this money come from?
In the guest room, the main figures of the Ah San bidding group put down the champagne glasses, and the smiles on their faces could no longer be kept. Everyone else looked at Dirang at the same time.

Di Rang punched the armrest of the sofa and cursed angrily, "Damn it!"

"What did the merchant want to buy the Varyag for?" Dijan asked.

Someone replied: "It seems that they are planning to build a marine park and use the Varyag as the core facility."

"What a waste!" Di Rang became increasingly angry. "Contact the auction team and we'll bid!"

Someone stood up and asked, "How much?"

Di Rang pondered and said, "Sixteen million US dollars, I want to see how much money he can come up with!"

As a close neighbor, they understand that country's poverty, including many economic-related issues, better than people in other regions, and they always feel that it doesn't make sense.

Someone followed up and asked, "Is it possible that he doesn't have 15 million at all, and he did this just to disgust us and get revenge on us?"

The price is only increased by one dollar each time, which is not very harmful but extremely insulting.

Anyway, if he fails to win the bid in the end, the deposit can be fully refunded, and he will not suffer any loss, but he can raise the price, making his target pay a higher price.

This person has every motivation for this.

After all, they had never treated that guy well.

Someone said angrily: "However, let's not shoot. If someone else follows us, we can shoot later. If not, hehe... let's see how he pays the balance. If the deposit is not returned, he will lose a lot!"

Someone agreed, "Let's do it! He's a little naive to try to disgust us and make us spend more money. Once we kick this troublemaker out, the auction will definitely continue and we can start over."

A man sitting next to Dirang smacked his lips and said, "What if?"

What if that Chinese businessman can really come up with 15 million, and when the dust settles, won't the Varyag fall into his hands?
How will they report back to their country?

The funds provided to them are more than 15 million US dollars.

I originally thought that saving a few million would be a great achievement.

Di Rang frowned and fell into deep thought. He had to admit that there was a possibility that the Chinese businessman was doing something bad on purpose. If that guy really had this idea, then if he wanted to continue bidding, he would fall into the trap set by the other party.

Think about it, after they shout out 16 million, the other side adds 16 million and one yuan, and after they shout out 17 million, the other side adds another yuan... When will it end?

If this continues, even if our side wins the bid in the end, it won't be much of a credit.

Di Rang thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's not bid yet and wait until the last moment. If he is the competitor, I think there will always be other bidders who will not be willing to accept it. By then, it will be clear whether he is deliberately doing something bad or not."

Everyone reached a consensus and decided to remain on hold for the time being.

Time flies. Starting from the second time Mou Qizhong made the bid, two days passed quickly without any movement.

On the third day, just as Dirang had analyzed, a force that participated in the auction could not help but bid. It was still the bidding team from the country on the coast of the Persian Gulf, and they bid again, the amount was 16 million US dollars.

After hearing the news, Asan's men immediately perked up and waited with bated breath.

One day passed, two days passed, and the morning of the third day passed.

The Chinese businessman did not make any further move.

"Asshole, he is deliberately doing bad things to target us!"

"See, what did I say? He simply couldn't come up with that much money. He got scared when the deadline was approaching."

"The worst!"

...

As the afternoon time was quite important, the main members of the Asan bidding group reunited and, before discussing the next bid, cordially greeted Mou Qizhong's ancestors.

They were also worried that if they waited until the last minute, they would encounter some unexpected situation and did not dare to risk losing. So at three o'clock in the afternoon, they made a third bid of US$17 million.

Just after they finished bidding, good news came that the bidding team from the Persian Gulf coastal country began to pack their bags.

The Indians were relieved and believed that the Varyag was sure to be in their pocket.

As the country was also concerned about this matter, Di Rang immediately reported it to his superiors, or rather, reported the good news. As expected, the person on the other end of the phone was very satisfied, praised him lavishly, and made some desirable promises. Just as Di Rang was looking forward to future promotion and wealth, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Di Rang frowned slightly, explained the situation, ended the call, and stood up to open the door.

There were several familiar faces outside the door, all of them filled with endless anger. One of them said, "The line is always busy when I call you. That despicable guy is bidding again!"

It goes without saying who this person is.

A surge of anger rose from his chest and rushed straight to his head. Di Rang was so angry that he was shaking all over. He subconsciously asked, "Another one dollar increase in price?"

"Correct!"

“%@#&…”

No matter how good-tempered Dirang was, or how cultured he considered himself to be, he couldn't help but swear.

It’s not over yet!

People rushed into Dijan's guest room. Some people beat their chests and stamped their feet. Some people were so angry that they pounded the walls of the room and shouted, "Let's stop bidding and let him win the bid!"

The person who advised everyone to say "what if" last time didn't speak again this time.

Lian Dirang thought so in his heart, it was a pity that he died!!
I don't know where he managed to scrape together the $1.7 million by selling everything he had.

just in case?

No chance.

Facts have proven that this guy was doing bad things on purpose.

Dirang looked around the room and asked, "Does everyone mean this?"

No one objected.

Di Rang said in a deep voice: "Well, let him get hit!"

Can’t I kill you?

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Two days flew by.

On the afternoon of the third day, at dusk. An hour ago, Li Jiankun suddenly got a start and blurted out "Fuck!", and then called Mou Qizhong over.

"Lao Mou, maybe you can win the bid with this dollar."

Mou Qizhong also had a premonition now, and grinned, "Because they knew I couldn't come up with 17 million US dollars, so they wanted to let me win the bid and then make me lose the deposit."

Li Jiankun nodded. This incident was completely unexpected.

Who would have thought that being disgusting could actually make someone so disgusted that they can't move.

If it is just a price competition, through multi-faceted information analysis, Asan's bottom line is definitely more than 17 million US dollars, and he is also prepared to spend a lot of money.

However, who wouldn’t be happy to get what they want for less money?

Li Jiankun patted Mou Qizhong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are amazing."

Mou Qizhong scratched his head and said, "I did this at first because you said we had to bid and couldn't leave it to the last minute because we were worried about unexpected situations. Secondly, I really wanted to disgust them. I didn't expect to create this kind of situation."

This is most likely called an unexpected success.

Li Jiankun suddenly stopped smiling, as if he had thought of something. However, when the words came to his lips, he did not say them. He changed his words and said, "Forget it, let's not worry about other things for now."

Mou Qizhong understood a little bit of what he meant, "Are you worried that if I get caught like this, something will happen later?"

"No matter what happens, we are always right." Signaling that he shouldn't worry about it, Li Jiankun raised his wrist to take a look and waited to be photographed.

The clock is ticking.

The three-day limit is up.

Mou Qizhong successfully won the auction with a bid of 17,010,000 yuan.

Those who knew about this all had strange expressions when the time came.

According to the process, the Ukrainian bidding team must contact the successful bidder in a timely manner to communicate clearly about the payment of the balance and the issue of picking up the Varyag.

However, that morning, some people arrived at the building where the temporary auction special group was located earlier than Mou Qizhong, and there was more than one group. All the bidders who were still in Ukraine and had not left were present.

Of course Asan's men were there too.

The Ukrainian side was not surprised, as they already knew what these people were thinking. Even they were suspicious. Could that businessman come up with 17 million US dollars?
They can’t tell anyone about it. Given the current situation, they hope they can’t get it out.

In this way, the US$1.7 million already obtained will not have to be returned, and the Varyag can still be auctioned as most of the customers are still there.

Still in the same conference hall as last time, the time had not yet come and the Ukrainian people had not yet entered. The uninvited bidders, or the parties that had lost the bid, gathered together and fought.

“I never thought that he would win the bid in the end.”

"Haven't you figured it out yet? It's obvious that Mr. Dirang and his men deliberately let him win the bid."

"It's really disgusting."

"Do you think he will come?"

"If I were him, I wouldn't be able to come here."

"I guess he's confused now. He obviously saw that Mr. Dirang and his team were determined to get this big ship. He also saw that Mr. Dirang and his team had prepared sufficient funds. But who would have thought that Mr. Dirang and his team would stop bidding and let him win the bid. He doesn't look like someone who can come up with 17 million US dollars."

"Haha, I feel bad for him for throwing away 1.7 million US dollars for nothing."

"I have to say it, Mr. Dirang, this move of yours is really brilliant. It's nothing that he disgusts you, but it's really painful to make him lose so much real money."

Di Rang was as modest as usual, smiling and waving his hands, saying, "You are all smart, but did we let them win the bid on purpose? Don't praise me, big brother. To be honest, I admire those who have not bid until now but are here again today. I hope you will show some mercy when you bid again later."

All the business parties were praising each other and saying it was a good deal. They had already started discussing re-bidding and gradually forgot about Mou Qizhong.

However, a few minutes before nine o'clock, the conference hall suddenly exploded.

Someone rushed in from outside and told everyone present a piece of news: The businessman is here!
He actually came!
What is he here to do?
Did he really think he could get the deposit back by any means necessary?
Ukraine is now going crazy for money.

Could it be... Impossible, impossible? Every unsuccessful bidder present today told themselves this in their hearts. They knew exactly what the economy was like. Let alone a little-known businessman, even the national treasury could spare 17 million US dollars in foreign exchange to purchase a half-finished aircraft carrier that would not be used for the time being?
Furthermore, if this Mou was really that rich, why would he be mocked and ridiculed time and time again, but not show any momentum? I still remember that the amount he bid in the first silent auction was only 100,000 US dollars. He came with the idea of ​​picking up a bargain, which was simply laughable.

Mou Qizhong and his female secretary walked into the conference hall one after another. He was not surprised to see so many familiar people there. He pretended not to notice the strange expressions on their faces and sat down as he did before. However, this time the seat he chose was not in the corner, but in the middle of the first row.

Today, Li Jiankun, the big boss behind the scenes, did not show up, so he is the protagonist.

As for the other people in the conference hall now, they are all idlers. What does it have to do with them?

In fact, there were still a few minutes before the time came, but the Ukrainian people changed their usual behavior and appeared in the conference hall almost at the same time as Mou Qizhong. They saw Mou Qizhong sitting steadily in the front row, while people from other parties had not taken their seats yet and were staring at him. The Ukrainian people also had strange expressions.

However, no matter what you think, they are the ones who organized the auction and set the rules. If someone successfully wins the bid by following the rules, they still have to go through the process.

The leader of the Ukrainian side walked up to Mou Qizhong, who stood up, took the hand he extended, and they shook hands.

"Mr. Mou, congratulations, congratulations on your successful bid."

"A lucky fluke."

When Ah San's people heard what Mou Qizhong said after the female translator translated it, they almost burst into curses, and some people couldn't help but said coldly: "It's not a fluke, we just let you win, come, please pay the balance."

Without looking back, Mou Qizhong looked at the leader of the Ukrainian bidding team and asked, "Where did the fly come from?"

"You are the fly, you shit-maker!" the man who spoke first, retorted.

The leader of the bidding team tried to smooth things over, then looked at Mou Qizhong and said, "But Mr. Mou, I notified you to come here today mainly to discuss two things. The first is that we will cooperate with you on how to take away the Varyag. The second is that before that, you have to settle the remaining balance and see what method is used."

Mou Qizhong said, "Don't worry, didn't they say at the beginning that the remaining balance can be paid within one month after the successful bid?"

"Yes..." The leader of the bidding team looked past him and glanced at the others, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

Ah San's people were happy to stand up and play the bad guy. Di Rang walked forward, looked at Mou Qizhong, and said with a smile: "If you are a man, be straightforward. If you have it, you have it. If you don't have it, you don't have it. Three or two days is fine, a month... Ha, please don't waste everyone's time again."

Mou Qizhong looked at him with a smile on his face, "If I can't come up with that much money, will you be happy?"

Di Rang kept smiling and nodded, "Yeah."

The smile on Mou Qizhong's face became even more intense. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Three or two days? No, it won't take three or two days. I will pay the balance today."

blind!
The whole hall was in an uproar.

Then, Mou Qizhong signaled the female secretary to open the briefcase in her hand, and took out a cash check from a Swiss bank signed by him. He handed it to the bidding team leader who was also a little confused, and said with a smile: "Here is 15.3 million US dollars. I have one dollar in change. You can pay in cash later."

The leader of the bidding team took the check in astonishment. As soon as the paper touched his fingertips, he felt its texture clearly. He looked at it carefully, then raised his head and glanced at the losers who had gathered around him. He said with a strange expression, "There is no problem with the check."

Hey!
The faces of those who lost the auction changed drastically.

Especially Ah San's men, whose yellow and black faces turned red in the blink of an eye. Di Rang's face was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping with water.

(End of this chapter)