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Seeing this scene, the crowd became even more curious about the old man's identity.    

    

Even someone as strong as the South Heaven War God would act like a primary school student in front of him.    

    

In other words, this old man's position should be higher than Yan Nantian.    

    

Within the Swallow Mountain Yan Family, who else had a higher status than Yan Nantian?    

    

Everyone quickly thought of one person, the previous generation Patriarch of the Swallow Mountain Yan Family, Yan Pojun!    

    

When it came to Yan Pojun, one had no choice but to say that he was an island nation's Ranker, Yamamoto Ryuichi.    

    

That year, when Yamamoto Ryuichi led the Island Rankers to go all out, countless of them from the Central Plains also fell.    

    

And among these experts of the Central Plains, there were once three who challenged Yamamoto Ryuichi to battle at the peak of the Purple Taboo: Aura.    

    

One of them was the greatly famous Qian Kunzi from the future generations, a person whose Middle Earth World was now regarded as a god.    

    

The people of the world only remembered the people who succeeded, but forgot the people who put in the effort for the final success.    

    

Yan Pojun was one of them. He was the second expert to have agreed to battle Yamamoto Ryuichi at the peak of the Purple Taboo and was also the only expert who had injured Yamamoto Ryuichi.    

    

This piece of secret news was widely spread around the streets even in Liu Zhenda's childhood.    

    

These stories were told to children at school or in the family.    

    

Only later, with the development of the times, some great people gradually submerged in history.    

    

Now, even Qian Kunzi had left his primary school textbook, let alone Yan Pojun.    

    

"If Yan Pojun is still alive, he would at least be a hundred and fifty years old!" Sikong Hai said in a low voice.    

    

"One hundred and fifty!" Liu Zhenda immediately thought of this, and when he looked at the old man again, he shook his head.    

    

The old man before him didn't seem to be a 150 year old man no matter how he looked at him.    

    

While everyone was still conflicted over the old man's identity, the third item was already being auctioned.    

    

"This is the finale treasure of this auction, an entire fifty thousand bottles of the most noble version of Immortal Cloud Spirit Water, it's enough for an ordinary person to step into the God Realm within a year, possess a lifespan exceeding five hundred years, and sell for ten million Saha Coin!" Before Tang Yanran even finished her sentence, the audience raised up countless of tags like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.    

    

"50 million!"    

    

"One hundred million!"    

    

"200 million!"    

    

"..."    

    

"One billion!"    

    

"..."    

    

Before Liu Zhenda, Sikong Hai and the rest could react, the price of the Immortal Cloud Spirit Water had already reached the extent that they could not afford it.    

    

One must know, these guys only prepared two billion yuan, but a billion Saha Coin was already worth six and a half billion yuan, which was way beyond their tolerance.    

    

In other words, the two hundred rich merchants from East China were all prepared for this week. In the end, they were all eliminated without even calling out a price.    

    

Similarly, the rest of the Yan Family were also eliminated, but at least they were able to shout out a number.    

    

The price of the Immortal Cloud Spirit Water skyrocketed and in the end, it was sold for one and a half billion Saha Coin.    

    

1.5 billion Saha Coin, that was 15 billion USD. This amount of money was not something that an ordinary consortium could afford.    

    

The successful consortium actually came from North America.    

    

Amongst that group of people, Liu Zhenda actually saw a familiar face.    

    

"That old man, is he Stock God?" Liu Zhenda asked carefully.    

    

"Who else could it be other than him!" Sikong Hai said somewhat helplessly.    

    

Everyone knew the name of the Stock God.    

    

Born into a rich and powerful family, he relied on his astounding brain to stir up financial storms around the world time and time again, sweeping away the wealth of various countries and building up his own business empire.    

    

However, he, who was revered as the Stock God, was unable to escape the onslaught of time.    

    

The current Stock God was almost ninety years old.    

    

Although he had obtained the best medical treatment team in the North America to extend his life, he was still unable to endure the shackles of life in the end.    

    

After knowing that the Saha Federation was selling off Immortal Cloud Spirit Water, the Stock God did not hesitate and decided to rush in to buy this miraculous medicine.    

    

In order to ensure that there were no mistakes, he had even joined many of the large consortia in North America.    

    

These include the founder of the computer system, the founder of Apple's mobile phone, Facebook's president, tobacco tycoons and even arms dealers.    

    

It was not an exaggeration to say that Stock God had brought half of Wall Street this time.    

    

Such a terrifying amount of wealth could definitely instantly kill any single consortium in the world.    

    

It was not without reason that the Stock God had the last laugh.    

    

The EU ambassador to Washington hurried into the White House. "I'd like to meet with His Excellency the President!"    

    

"I'm sorry!" Dark Horse President's personal secretary said apologetically, "Your Excellency's schedule for today is full. If you want to meet with the President, I can help you make an appointment!"    

    

"This is about Saha Federation, I think the President will summon me!" The EU ambassador said.    

    

"I'm sorry, the President has already said that no matter what, we need to make an appointment in advance!" the private secretary said.    

    

"Then, may I ask when I will be able to meet with the President?" the EU ambassador asked hurriedly.    

    

"Apologies sir, Dark Horse President's trip for the past month has been completely arranged. You will only be able to see the President on the 18th of next month at the earliest!" the President's private secretary replied.    

    

"As far as I know, on the eleventh of next month, the new President will be sworn in!" The EU ambassador said dejectedly.    

    

"You're right, Mr. Ambassador!" The private secretary put on a helpless expression.    

    

The EU ambassador left grudgingly.    

    

Although America was a democratic state, it also had its own drawbacks.    

    

At the very least, in this case, their problems were serious.    

    

There was less than a month left until the change in president. Dark Horse President was naturally a bit slow and did not want to express his views on many things.    

    

As for the next president, he had yet to be elected.    

    

In other words, even though he had such a huge America, he currently did not have a leader.    

    

The European Union's ambassador wanted to discuss with President America about how to strike them, but there was not a single person he could find right now.    

    

Dark Horse President was feeling extremely helpless at the moment. He naturally wanted to restrict Lu Fanfeng.    

    

However, to him, all his decisions could only be made on the eleventh of the next month.    

    

By the time the next president takes office, all decisions could be overturned by the other side.    

    

Thinking about it, Dark Horse President didn't want to do anything anymore.    

    

As long as it was not a matter of the nation's survival, the Dark Horse President would push it away and wait for the next president to make a decision.    

    

Inside Trump's villa, Trump, who had just finished his second speech on television, was dressed neatly as he waited in the garden with his family.    

    

After a moment, the Stock God's luxurious carriage slowly entered Trump's villa.    

    

The white-haired Stock God walked out of the carriage. His mental state was very good, even Trump, who was twenty years younger than him, was actually not as strong as him.    

    

"Trump, I've kept you waiting!" Stock God embraced Trump emotionally, but his face was brimming with an excited smile.    

    

"Dear Stock God, I think you should fire the hairdresser. Your hair is too ugly!" Trump could not help but tease.    

    

As both of them were elites of the upper echelons of the North America, Trump and the Stock God had a good relationship with each other.    

    

Nearly half a century of friendship, however, was not simply a matter of mutual interest, but more of a relationship of interest.    

    

More than half of the Trump family's wealth was managed by the Stock God's company, which brought Trump billions of dollars in income every year.    

    

As for the other aspects, their benefits were unimaginable.    

    

"Trump, take a good look, my hair isn't dyed red, it's a natural color!" Stock God said with a complacent look.