I Don't Need Your Permission, Just Being Wilful

Chen Feng never expected.

He would see Duan Yan'er again.

What an unfortunate encounter.

Wang Hao chuckled and said:

"The Duan Family sure acts high and mighty!"

"Do you take all of us here for air?"

Duan Yan'er and Wang Hao knew each other.

She was aware that the Wang Family had some involvement in the elixir industry.

They were also a joint venture under the Martial Arts Guild.

But compared to the Duan Family, they still fell slightly short.

The reason was simple.

The Martial Arts Guild cared about its reputation.

Their marketing tactics and ability to exploit customers were far inferior to the Duan Family.

To put it bluntly, the Duan Family didn’t just sell elixirs—they also collected a hefty "stupidity tax."

Duan Yan'er had already shaken off her embarrassment from the morning.

Now, in front of Chen Feng, she wanted to reclaim the dignity she had lost earlier.

She said arrogantly:

"No problem, fair competition. As long as you can outbid the Duan Family."

"Name your price—highest offer takes it."

Her words instantly silenced the crowd.

These small businesses stood no chance against the Duan Family.

They had only come hoping to snag a bargain.

Now, it seemed impossible.

Seeing no one speak up, Duan Yan'er grew even more haughty.

"Who’s the seller, 'Three Virtues Youth'?"

"Hurry up and name your price. Don’t waste everyone’s time."

Three Virtues Youth?

Wang Hao smirked, glancing at Chen Feng and giving him a thumbs-up.

"Three Virtues Youth" was Chen Feng’s seller nickname on Zhuanzhuan and Xianyu.

Chen Feng awkwardly rubbed his nose and stepped beside the velociraptor.

"I don’t like complications."

"The meat and bones are sold together!"

"Everyone can bid—highest offer wins."

Duan Yan'er froze when she saw Chen Feng.

"How is it him?"

She was a few years older than Chen Feng.

Suppressing her embarrassment, she turned to her appraiser and asked:

"What’s the rough estimate?"

The appraiser pulled out his phone and did some quick calculations.

He gave a baseline quote.

"This velociraptor is about two meters long and fifty centimeters tall—fully grown."

"Total weight is twenty kilograms, with bones weighing roughly two kilograms."

"At current market rates, the bones alone are worth at least ten million, maxing at fifteen million."

"The meat is well-preserved, so it should fetch another million or so."

Duan Yan'er immediately bid:

"I offer twelve million!"

The other buyers murmured among themselves, but no one countered.

They knew their limits—the Duan Family was determined to win, and they couldn’t compete.

Only Wang Hao turned to his own appraiser and asked:

"What’s our max?"

The appraiser thought for a moment.

"Given the market, anything under fifteen million should still be profitable."

Wang Hao nodded and called out:

"The Wang Family bids twelve and a half million."

Duan Yan'er scoffed.

She shot Wang Hao a disdainful look.

"Raising by just half a million? How generous."

"The Duan Family bids fourteen million."

Wang Hao knew he was being mocked.

But there was nothing he could do.

This wasn’t a family business—he didn’t have full authority.

Reluctantly, he made his final offer.

"Fifteen million."

Chen Feng had overheard both appraisers.

Now he had a clear idea of the velociraptor’s value.

He clapped his hands decisively.

"Done! Fifteen million—sold to Brother Hao!"

Wang Hao blinked in confusion.

"Huh?"

"To me?"

Duan Yan'er was equally stunned.

Her subordinate had already reported the velociraptor’s details to the family.

Their maximum budget was seventeen million.

Hearing Chen Feng’s decision, she quickly interjected:

"Wait, I’m raising my bid!"

"The Duan Family offers sixteen million!"

The crowd gasped.

"That’s practically the limit."

"Any higher and they’d risk losses."

"The Duan Family is famous for profitability."

"Their products lead in ads, pricing, and reputation."

Wang Hao shrugged at Chen Feng.

"I can’t go higher."

Chen Feng grinned.

"No problem, Brother Hao. It’s still yours."

Huh?

Wang Hao was baffled again.

So was everyone else.

Duan Yan'er was furious!

She snapped:

"My bid is higher! Why sell to him?"

Chen Feng retorted:

"This isn’t an auction house."

"My goods, my choice."

"None of your business!"

Duan Yan'er trembled with rage, feeling utterly humiliated.

The onlookers smirked at her misfortune.

She pointed at Chen Feng, seething.

"You—what’s your problem?!"

"Are you targeting me?!"

"Or the Duan Family?!"

Chen Feng had disliked Duan Yan'er from the start.

After getting beaten up that morning, her arrogance was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

"Yeah, I’m targeting you."

"Your stuck-up attitude pisses me off."

Duan Yan'er was speechless.

Finally, she spat out the classic Great Xia threat:

"You’ll regret this!"

Then she stormed off with her entourage.

Wang Hao was still processing what had happened.

But the outcome worked in his favor.

He had fulfilled his family’s mission.

That evening, Chen Feng invited Wang Hao to stay for dinner.

But hearing Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei call him "Uncle" stung a little.

When Li Kong heard Wang Hao was visiting,

he came over to freeload a meal.

By now, he knew how terrifying Jin Youxi’s cooking was.

Only after confirming the food came from the sanatorium cafeteria did he dare eat at Chen Feng’s place.

Wang Hao greeted Li Kong respectfully.

"Grandpa Li."

Li Kong smiled.

"How’s Old Wang doing?"

Wang Hao sighed, frowning.

"Since Liu Shen took office, his first move was visiting all the major families."

"He told my grandfather to prepare for war."

Li Kong had already heard about this.

But his expression turned grave upon hearing it again.

Chen Feng listened in surprise.

He hadn’t realized the situation was this dire.

But considering Zhang Bowen’s recent actions,

war preparations were unavoidable.

First, Zhang Bowen spread the "Star Absorption Technique."

It caused global chaos—countless people were drained of their life force.

Even Great Xia wasn’t spared.

Luckily, Chen Feng came up with a half-baked solution.

Combined with the Martial Arts Guild’s increased patrols, the damage was somewhat contained.

Then Zhang Bowen released the "Sunflower Manual."

This time, it was even worse.