Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Chapter 427: Wife, Daughter, Who Do You Save First? [4/5]

Wang Dawan was pleased with everyone’s reaction and laughed. "Excellent. Let’s cut to the chase and start the auction. Whether you win the bid or not, don’t be discouraged. We must all contribute our channels to ensure the world’s richest person comes from our Dragon Country, not from any other nation!"

"Rest assured!"

"We will use every channel to promote this, letting the Western merchants know that we Eastern merchants are in no way their inferiors."

"That’s right! The richest person in the world should come from our Dragon Country!"

"Good!" Wang Dawan nodded. "This Elixir will start at one million! Let the bidding begin."

"One million!"

"Two million!"

"Three million!"

A tycoon could no longer stand it. "That’s not magnanimous at all! Watch me—ten million!"

"Twenty million!"

"Fifty million!"

The bids immediately began jumping by tens of millions. In the end, Liu Botong offered ninety million. He was old, but his wife was still young, and he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her first. What would happen to her then? Be left in another man’s care? Never! At this thought, Liu Botong, who had always been ’unaware of his wife’s beauty,’ cast all else aside. Ninety million to live for another year is worth it!

But why bid at the auction instead of waiting to buy an Elixir for the standard price of one million afterward? Because Liu Botong craved a healthy body. He was old now, no longer the ’ten-times-a-night’ man of his youth. To be unable to satisfy his wife was to live in misery!

And so, the first Elixir was successfully won by Liu Botong.

The second went to the chairman of Hengda for eighty-five million.

The third Elixir sparked a fierce bidding war among the tycoons, but it was ultimately won by a stranger. Wang Dawan and the others frowned, as none of them recognized the man.

"Is he one of our Dragon Country tycoons?" Wang Dawan murmured.

"No, definitely not." Yun Ma’s expression turned grave. "There is absolutely no one like him among the magnates of Dragon Country."

The head of WeChat chimed in, "To me, he looks like one of the Fusangs! Of course, Fusang itself no longer exists."

The other tycoons also turned to look at the man. When had he even appeared? No one knew.

"I will take this Elixir." His accent was thick, confirming he was from Fusang, and his command of the Dragon Country language was indeed poor.

He was from the Scholars’ Shogunate of the Underground World, a Disciple of Ishida Umezawa. This time, he had come to the surface world to investigate the truth about Wu Tian. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon an auction for Wu Tian’s Elixirs, and he knew he had to take one back with him.

"I’m sorry," Wang Dawan said directly. "We will not give it to you."

"That’s right. This auction has nothing to do with you."

Another tycoon sized up Musashi Jun. "Judging by your clothes, do you have tens of millions to spend?"

"I take what I want. I don’t need to pay," Musashi Jun said with a smile. "I only bid to see how you play this little game."

What? Wang Dawan and the others were enraged.

"You’re a robber!"

And now, the question had finally landed in his lap. Wu Tian’s mind raced. The little one has played this game countless times. But this is Qin Yuhan’s first time. I can’t let her first experience be an unpleasant one.

Instantly, with a loud SMACK, the little one slammed her phone down on the sofa. After lunch, she had Murong Yezi take her to school.

Wu Tian was speechless.

Qin Yuhan sighed. "Honey, I don’t even like games. You should have revived our baby."

Wu Tian was speechless again. He only had one thought running through his mind: Being a man... is so damn hard!

「That Afternoon」

Wu Tian made a point of going to pick up his little girl from school early. Nowadays, whenever he went out, he had to wear a mask and sunglasses.

If he were recognized, he’d be mobbed. Women would chase him, and even men would chase him, which left Wu Tian speechless. He truly couldn’t understand how people could be so fanatical about a celebrity.

He could reluctantly accept being chased by women. But the men? They would come right up and start touching him all over, looking at him with an unnerving curiosity. That, Wu Tian could not accept.

While waiting at the school gate for an hour, Wu Tian watched the drifting clouds, divining the shifting tides of the world from their ephemeral shapes.

An hour later, a pleasant bell rang, signaling that school was out. A crowd of parents had already picked up their children, but Wu Tian’s little one was nowhere to be seen. He wondered what was keeping her.

After waiting a while longer, all the other parents and children had gone, leaving only Wu Tian and one other man. He was a dark-skinned man from France, and he was cursing loudly in a thick, broken accent. "Making me wait this long? What the hell is that brat doing? Did he go off to take a crap? Dammit, just wait until I get my hands on him! I’ll beat him black and blue!"

Clearly, he was also waiting for his son.

Finally, Kong Zhiyuan emerged, holding hands with the little one and a small, dark-skinned boy. The boy’s face, however, was bruised and swollen.