System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

It has to be said that the fat guy is first-rate at roasting people, leaving Kim Dae-jung speechless.

He pointed at the fat man: "You, you, you..."

He didn't utter a single fart for half a day.

"Hmph, you just wait! There's an old saying in your Great Xia Kingdom: 'If you don't listen to a toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit!'"

After Jin Dazhong finished speaking, he glared fiercely at the fat man and Zhang Hao, then turned around and led his men to leave the auction hall. He clearly knew that the Chencang Stone Drum was no longer a possibility and was preparing to give up the bidding.

"Don't you Koreans know that threats are just powerless roars? That's all you're capable of."

After the Korean Chamber of Commerce members left, the Vietnamese Chamber of Commerce members also left.

Upon seeing this, the host on stage knew that the competition for the Chencang Stone Drums had ended.

She shouted on stage:

"Six hundred billion at once!"

"Six hundred billion twice!"

"Six hundred billion three times!"

"Sold for 60 billion! Congratulations to Young Master Zhang for winning the last item in this auction, the Chencang Stone Drums!"

The host made the final decision, and Zhang Hao ultimately won the bid for the Chencang Stone Drum for 60 billion yuan.

After the auction ended, the people present lingered, reluctant to leave, and were still talking about what had just happened.

Whether it was Zhang Hao's winning the bid for the Chencang Stone Drum, which embarrassed the Koreans, or the fat man's retort that left them speechless, it was all incredibly satisfying.

On the second floor, in a private room.

Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, Xie Xiaohua, and a group of friends sat in a circle, their faces beaming with relaxed and playful smiles.

The auction that just ended was undoubtedly one of the most exciting parts of the evening, especially when Zhang Hao won the legendary Chencang Stone Drum for an astonishing 600 billion yuan. The entire venue seemed to be bombarded with shockwaves, and the defeated expressions of the "Korean" and "Yue" became the best topic of conversation for everyone.

"Haha, when those guys left just now, their faces were as green as newly unearthed bronze artifacts!"

The fat man laughed loudly.

His laughter was hearty and infectious, drawing echoes from those around him.

The fat man exaggeratedly imitated the other person's hesitant and indignant expression, making everyone laugh so hard they almost fell over. Even the usually composed Xie Xiaohua couldn't help but smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Amidst laughter and cheers, Zhang Hao slowly stepped into this cheerful little circle. Holding the confirmation letter for the newly completed transaction, he showed little pride on his face, appearing instead unusually calm.

Upon seeing this, everyone stopped smiling and instead looked at them with admiration and curiosity.

"Brother Zhang Hao, you've really got some big spending power here, 600 billion! You didn't even blink an eye!"

The fat man spoke first, his tone a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Zhang Hao smiled slightly: "This Chencang Stone Drum is not just a simple antique."

He spoke slowly, his voice soft enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"Behind it may lie a secret buried by history."

"Oh? Is it that mysterious?"

Xie Xiaohua raised an eyebrow. He had always been interested in things that were shrouded in mystery. "Then how do you know it holds a secret?"

Zhang Hao shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Did you notice that during tonight's auction, the 'Koreans' and 'Vietnamese Monkeys' reacted unusually fiercely, even willing to go to any lengths to get it? There must be some ulterior motive behind this."

"Even so, you still don't know what the secret is, and you've already spent 600 billion, this..."

The fat man hesitated, clearly puzzled by Zhang Hao's decision.

Zhang Hao gently patted the fat man's shoulder and smiled:

“Fatty, sometimes, investing isn’t just about immediate gains, but also about future possibilities. This 600 billion might open a door to the unknown for us. As for the secret, I believe that before long, someone will come to tell us.”

At this point, Zhang Hao's eyes became unusually firm, as if he had already foreseen everything that was about to happen.

He secretly thought to himself, "The Japanese, the Koreans, and the Vietnamese will never give up easily."

The discovery of the Chencang Stone Drums undoubtedly touched a nerve with them, and they will certainly try every means to seize them.

As for me, all I need to do is wait patiently. When they can no longer contain themselves and slip up, that will be the perfect opportunity to uncover the secret.

After the auction, Zhang Hao and his group did not immediately return to their rooms to rest. Instead, one of them took the Chencang Stone Drum and drove out of the city.

The Crescent Moon Hotel has tight security; not just anyone can enter. Even the Japanese, Koreans, and Vietnamese merchants have no way to get in.

Since that's the case, Zhang Hao should take the initiative to create opportunities for them, so that these people can come to him. Otherwise, how can he learn the secret of the Chencang Stone Drums from them?

Zhang Hao drove his car slowly out of the bustling city. The night was as dark as ink, shrouding the upcoming contest in mystery.

Not long after he drove out of the city gate, he keenly noticed several malicious gazes following him closely in the rearview mirror. They were forces from different countries—Japanese, Koreans, and Vietnamese. Their figures were elongated under the dim streetlights, like ghosts in the dark night, silently weaving an impenetrable net.

A calm smile appeared on Zhang Hao's lips. This was not because he was indifferent to the impending danger, but because he had a precise grasp of the situation and confidence in himself.

He had long anticipated that the secret behind the Chencang Stone Drums was too tempting, enough to make all forces flock to it and spare no expense to possess it.

He is at the center of this storm, and also the key to unlocking all the mysteries.

As the wheels rolled, Zhang Hao deliberately drove the car into the more remote mountains.

The mountain road was rugged and the forest was lush. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows and adding a touch of mystery and tension to the upcoming contest.

When the car finally came to a stop in a deserted clearing, the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the occasional growl of wild animals in the distance.

The car door slowly opened, and Zhang Hao calmly stepped out, his gaze sweeping over the approaching enemies.

Just as he expected, these people were all highly skilled martial artists. They were dressed in tight black clothes and moved as swiftly as ghosts, clearly ninjas who had received rigorous training.

They might be dressed in traditional attire, their steps steady, their punches powerful, revealing their profound knowledge of Vietnamese martial arts and taekwondo.

They surrounded Zhang Hao like a pack of wolves, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Just then, three figures stepped out from the crowd and stood at the front.

Dressed in suits and ties, they exuded an air of authority. They were the presidents of the Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese Chambers of Commerce, each seemingly gentle and refined but actually cunning and scheming.

Their eyes gleamed with greed and determination, and a smug smile played on their lips, as if everything was under their control.

"Zhang Hao, a wise man knows when to yield."

The president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce spoke slowly, his voice low but filled with authority, "The Chencang Stone Drum does not belong to you, and the secrets behind it should not be enjoyed by you alone. Hand it over, and we may consider leaving you a whole corpse."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao simply shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing confidence and disdain.

"Whether you reveal the secret of the Chencang Stone Drums or not, you will all face only one outcome today: death!"