500 Billion US Dollars (33)
At the Shanghai City auction house.
On the final evening, after the dutiful auctioneer called out the last time, everyone in the venue seemed relieved and let out a sigh of relief.
Sun Zhongyong stepped forward to deliver the closing remarks and began arranging the contracts for the final batch of buyers.
By a little after eleven that night, everything was finally over. The group went back to the shop where they had eaten pan-fried buns on the first day and enjoyed another hearty meal.
After discussing it, they drove through the night back to Su City.
In the car, Chen Mengchuan gazed at Shanghai City's nightscape, feeling dazed. These neon lights would gradually be phased out in the future, replaced by a new world shaped by Tenzhi's wireless power transmission technology.
Somewhat restless, Sun Zhongyong drove slowly with the traffic toward Su City. After glancing at Chen Mengchuan again, he finally could not help asking, "Mengchuan, aren't you curious how much we signed for in total?"
Chen Mengchuan slowly came back to himself, smiled at him, and asked, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. Wasn't I waiting for you, Brother Sun, to reveal the final answer?"
Sun Zhongyong gave a light snort through his nose and said with a bored look, "Ever since I first met you, I've seen right through you. You have no concept of money at all. You grew up under Uncle Chen and the others' care, then went to graduate school, got your doctorate, joined the Xia Science Academy, and after you came out, we started Tenzhi. Now you eat Wanyu's food, live in Wanyu's home, and Wanyu even drives you around. You've probably barely handled money a few times in your life, right? Think about it—how long