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The situation at Plot 2 is even more intense.

An out-of-town real estate company and two established local developers from Hehai City simultaneously set their sights on this land. The three companies fiercely competed from the starting price, and the price broke through several round numbers in just a few minutes.

The host's voice was starting to get hoarse as he kept urging the countdown on.

Ultimately, the out-of-town real estate company snatched the second plot with a high price of nearly 140 million yuan. Representatives from the two local developers shook their heads and sighed, while the other pushed the bidding device to his assistant, stood up, and walked out of the meeting room.

Lin Feng sat in the third row by the aisle, his face expressionless, but his fingers, resting on his knees, had begun to tap lightly without his notice.

He noticed that the representatives of the real estate companies that had not yet made a bid were whispering among themselves, clearly caught off guard by the premiums paid for the first two plots of land.

He Qianwen turned her head and leaned close to his ear, lowering her voice to say that today's bidding was more intense than she had expected, and that the upcoming third and fifth plots would probably not be easy.

The auction for Lot No. 3 has begun.

The starting bid was 80 million. As soon as the host finished speaking, someone in the back row raised their paddle and increased the bid significantly.

The dramatic price jump caused a murmur of commotion in the conference room, with some people turning around to see who was so generous.

Immediately afterward, a local real estate company in the row ahead followed suit, pushing the price up another notch. Lin Feng noticed the bald man sitting diagonally in front of him.

He recognized the other person as the owner of a long-established local real estate company in Hehai City, surnamed Qian!

He didn't make a move, but instead calmly jotted down something in his notebook after each bid.

When the price broke through 120 million, several competitors began to withdraw one after another. The person who had initially raised the price in the back row also stopped bidding, leaving only the local real estate company still holding on.

Just as the host began the countdown, Mr. Qian, the bald man, raised his sign. He added a large sum of money at once, pushing the price to a new high.

The competitor who was still persisting paused for a few seconds, exchanged a glance with his assistant, then shook his head and put the bidding device back on the table.

The announcer brought down the gavel.

Lot No. 3 was sold for 150 million.

A few scattered claps rang out in the conference room, but there was mostly suppressed silence.

Lin Feng heard Chao Yuan beside him gasp softly.

One hundred and fifty million, which is much higher than their previous estimate of the upper limit.

He Qianwen frowned slightly, made a mark on her notebook, and muttered that plot number three was over budget. Shangguan Jinghong maintained his usual indifferent expression.

Next up is Plot No. 4, the largest of the six plots and with the highest starting bid.

The bidding was even more intense than for the previous plots, with prices soaring from the starting bid until a large real estate company from the provincial capital won the bid for 160 million yuan.

Lin Feng noticed that Mr. Qian had also raised his paddle several times on plot number four, but he decisively stopped after reaching 150 million, clearly not wanting to use all his resources on this plot.

This discovery made Lin Feng's heart sink slightly. If President Qian didn't get Plot No. 3 or Plot No. 4, it meant that he would likely go all out on Plot No. 5.

When it was the turn of plot number five, Lin Feng could feel his palms starting to sweat.

The host announced the starting bid of 75 million on stage, and before the words had even finished, someone in the back row raised their paddle.

Following closely behind, two local real estate companies simultaneously entered the fray, and the price broke through the 100 million mark after more than a dozen rounds of bidding.

When the price reached 105 million, only a local real estate company and the Longlin Consortium remained bidding.

The person raising the paddle by the local real estate company was a young man in his early thirties, wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit. Every time he raised the paddle, he would turn his head to look at Lin Feng, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Prices continued to grind upwards.

One hundred and five million, one hundred and six million, one hundred and seven million. Each bid increase was like a heavy drumbeat, striking the tense nerves of the four people on Dragon Scale's side.

Chao Yuan rubbed his hands back and forth on his knees, his knuckles turning slightly white from the effort. Shangguan Jinghong clenched his fist under the table, his breathing becoming more rapid than usual.

He Qianwen was the calmest, with her legs crossed and her fingers tapping lightly on the edge of her notebook, but her ankles were nervously twitching back and forth under the table, her stockings making a soft rustling sound.

When Raymond Lam held up the sign, his arm remained steady, but his other hand, which was resting on his knee, was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

One hundred and eight million.

One hundred and nine million.

One hundred and ten million.

When the other party raised the bid to 110 million, Lin Feng hesitated. His bidding paddle hovered in mid-air, and he didn't immediately raise it.

This price is approaching the red line he had drawn for himself. With the funds in Longlin's account plus the investment from Tianlong and Chaoyuan, the total amount is around 130 million.

There seems to be room for maneuver, but after acquiring the land, it is necessary to pay deed tax, supporting fees, preliminary design fees, geological exploration fees, and so on. All these miscellaneous fees add up to tens of millions.

If the land acquisition price exceeds 110 million by too much, there will be a shortfall in development funds later. He turned his head and glanced at He Qianwen. He Qianwen's lips moved, but she didn't speak. She just nodded slightly, a small but firm gesture.

He looked at Shangguan Jinghong again. Her expression remained indifferent, but there was something in her eyes that he could understand—a desperate gamble.

Chao Yuan silently took a breath and made a "continue" gesture on the table with his finger.

Lin Feng held up the sign.

They increased the base price by another markup, bringing the price up to exactly 110 million.

After holding up the sign, he placed it on his knees, pinching the edge of the sign with his fingers and rubbing his fingertips against the plastic frame repeatedly. He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, and for a moment looked away from the numbers on the screen to see Ye Qinghan's expression.

Ye Qinghan sat behind the long table, her hands folded on the table, her expression very calm.

Lin Feng silently prayed in his heart, "Aunt Ye, please bless us."

The young man from the local real estate company turned his head and glanced at Lin Feng. The previous contempt in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by a sharp re-examination.

After whispering to his assistant for a while, the assistant kept shaking his head as he flipped through the data on his laptop, biting his lower lip and hesitating for a long time. Finally, as the host counted down, he slowly shook his head.

He placed the bidding paddle on the table, leaned back heavily in his chair, crossed his arms, and looked resentful and exhausted.

The moment the chair fell, the conference room fell silent for a moment, then a few scattered claps broke out.

Lin Feng felt his hands were still shaking, but he forced himself to stand up and nodded in the direction of the host.

Chao Yuan slumped back in his chair, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, let out a long breath, and said that he almost thought the land was going to fly away too.