And then it was time to pay the deposit.
A deposit of 200,000 was required to prevent Zhou Wang from backing out or being unable to pay after winning the bid.
If he won the bid, the remaining balance was to be paid within seven working days.
Seeing this explanation, Zhou Wang felt a little relieved. Since he didn’t have to pay immediately, he felt more confident.
Once he made the decision, Zhou Wang didn’t hesitate any longer. His mindset was even more relaxed than 90% of the people here. For example, he simply clicked:
"8.8 million!"
With the price already rising to 7.8 million, Zhou Wang directly added another million.
He could see how popular this number was; there were still several hundred spectators, and there could be others who hadn’t bid yet. Zhou Wang didn’t care whether he had any effect. He just wanted to scare off a bunch of pessimists first.
Sure enough, after Zhou Wang placed his bid, the moving page didn’t show any new messages for a long while, and no one else raised their bid.
About ten minutes later, someone finally made a tentative move:
"8.85 million."
"9.85 million!"
Zhou Wang didn’t blink an eye. He clicked once more and added another million.
This silence lasted even longer this time.
Fortunately, the auction site didn’t open public chats to maintain order, or else many people would have been swearing by now.
Everyone was increasing by 50,000 at a time, keeping a mutual understanding, and here you are, throwing in a million at a time, disrupting the market?
The price remained unchanged for a full half-hour. Zhou Wang suspected it wouldn’t be this simple. Sure enough, a new pop-up appeared after a short while:
"Mr. Guo from Magic City has bid 10 million!"
This person had some courage, finally breaking away from the 50,000 increment, increasing by 150,000.
Zhou Wang chuckled, clicked again:
"Mr. Zhou from Ming City has bid 11 million!"
Three consecutive million-dollar increments had put so much pressure on the entire web page that it dared not gasp for air... Of course, they couldn’t make a sound, as trying to make an impression required spending more money.
Mr. Guo from Magic City seemed a bit unconvinced and raised the bid again:
"11.5 million."
Small vision, Old Guo!
Zhou Wang calmly clicked again:
"12.5 million."
"12.8 million."
Zhou Wang frowned as he saw the opponent bid again, and his temper flared.
"Mr. Zhou from Ming City has bid 15 million!"
No longer increasing by just a million each time, he directly added over 2 million.
Old Guo suddenly had nothing to say, and not just him. Even after Zhou Wang spent almost an hour browsing short videos, no one else raised the bid.
Zhou Wang felt that the situation was settled.
Sure enough, by the time the clock struck twelve with no one challenging Zhou Wang, accompanied by the notification sound, Zhou Wang successfully secured the somewhat flamboyant number 18999999999.
Only now did Zhou Wang breathe a sigh of relief.
Even though it was a silent online auction, it was quite interesting...
In the future, he might have a chance to attend an offline auction and compete against strong contenders worldwide.
At this moment, as his mind relaxed, Zhou Wang noticed something unusual in his arms. He looked down, realizing that Jiang Mo was already awake and might have been watching for some time. She was observing the phone in his hand with a bit of curiosity.
"Did you buy a phone number?"
"Yeah, saw it and wanted it, so I bought it..."
Jiang Mo didn’t ask further questions; she wasn’t too focused on these things. Even though she had seen an incredible figure, Jiang Mo didn’t probe too deeply.
She simply gazed at Zhou Wang with somewhat shining eyes: "Shall we go home?"
Zhou Wang was taken aback, then realized that the "home" Jiang Mo mentioned was not here but the 189-square-meter "small house" at Cui Lake.
"Sure."
...
Driving in the early morning was pleasant, and after about ten minutes, Zhou Wang, driving the Ferrari 812C, arrived at Cui Lake with Jiang Mo.
After parking the vehicle in the basement, they took the elevator to the 7th floor. Reaching the door of 703, Jiang Mo opened the door and led Zhou Wang inside.
Zhou Wang gazed around, feeling slightly dazed. It was still the same house, but Jiang Mo had clearly redecorated during this time, transforming the entire style of decor.
It had become much simpler, yet warmth could still be seen in some details.
At this point, Jiang Mo pulled Zhou Wang into the closet.
As Zhou Wang looked a bit puzzled, Jiang Mo turned to him with a slight smile: "Do you know what day it is today?"
"What day is it?"
"It’s already past midnight, now it’s August 10th, which means it’s this year’s Chinese Valentine’s Day."
Jiang Mo spoke softly.
Hmm?
Zhou Wang instinctively checked his phone. Indeed, they had unknowingly reached the traditional Valentine’s Day in Huaxia...
Zhou Wang also noticed several new unread messages on WeChat, but he clearly had no intention of checking them now.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t notice and didn’t prepare anything for you..."
Zhou Wang apologized to Jiang Mo.
With Jiang Mo, there was no need to hide anything. If he forgot, he forgot.
Who could blame his inexperience in relationships, still lacking in experience...
Jiang Mo shook her head, her expression turning a bit peculiar. She said, "It doesn’t matter. You’ve already given me enough..."
By now, Jiang Mo had already opened the wardrobe door and slowly turned around, standing in front of the colorful clothes. As Zhou Wang stared at the sight before him in shock, she looked at Zhou Wang...
Her face gradually flushed with Yan Hong, her body weakening, as if struggling to stand, and she trembled, saying:
"Master, please... accept your Valentine’s Day gift."