Chapter 240: Topping the Trends
Chapter 240: Topping the Trends
“We topped the charts!”
Ji Yu—Senior Ji, Ji Jiu Niang—gleefully showed her phone to Gao Jing.
The screen displayed Weibo’s trending list.
Ranked 1 was “Xiao Jiu,” while “Most Expensive Cat House Ever” sat at 4 and “250 Million Mansion” at 12. Three topics made it!
Nine Apertures’ latest video had premiered simultaneously on Bilibili, Weibo, and Kuaivin the previous night. Today, it climbed to 1 with over 500 million views!
Ji Yu hugged Nine Apertures, grinning. “Xiao Jiu, you’re number one! How do you feel?”
Meow?
Nine Apertures looked baffled: This kitty’s just a tool!
“MWAH!”
Ji Yu kissed its head.
She had expected “Xiao Jiu Buys a Home” to go viral and possibly hit 1. Yet seeing it actually happen brought overwhelming excitement and joy.
Reaching the top wasn’t easy—even spending big couldn’t guarantee first place.
Consider that so-called “music legend” who struggled just to make headlines!
Nine Apertures had bested three red-hot celebrities.
Their teams spared no expense buying buzz and running promotions… only to lose to a cat from outer space.
Right now, they must be crying their eyes out.
While people laugh at them.
Gao Jing smiled faintly.
Turning Nine Apertures into a superstar kitty was truly genius.
Since last night, Power of Faith surged nonstop—his Bronze Anchor grew almost scorching.
A few more bursts like this, and he’d collect enough faith for its fourth upgrade!
Gao Jing scrolled through Weibo.
Nine Apertures’ success came not just from the video’s impact, but also from numerous celebrities reposting it—most clearly hopping on the trend.
Then he noticed Fan Jingjing had shared it too: “Hello, neighbor! 😊”
Fan Jingjing owned a unit at Huhai One, same building as Gao Jing’s penthouse. A neighborly greeting was perfectly normal.
He replied with a smiley 😊.
Checking the time, Gao Jing returned the phone. “We should probably head out.”
Tonight’s Jiashang Auction House spring debut was at 7:30 PM in the World Financial Center—featuring ten bottles of Hundred-Fruit Wine.
Ji Yu reluctantly placed Nine Apertures down. “Be good, kitty. Mom and Dad are leaving.”
Gao Jing felt Ji Yu’s IQ had dropped steadily since she became obsessed with playing with a cat.
The two left their new home for the World Financial Center.
The drive from Huhai One was short, taking mere minutes.
This year’s auction still occupied the 77th-floor hall.
But unlike last time, Niu Jinxing and Zhang Ying—though in Huhai—weren’t joining Gao Jing. Pressure had silenced their support for him.
Gao Jing bore no grudge. Friends and foes, he knew each well.
He would never submit to bullies!
Back when the Bronze Anchor first appeared, Gao Jing kept it secret—staying low-key, gathering strength soundlessly.
Hundred-Fruit Wine was an accident. He never imagined it would draw powerful enemies.
Regrets meant nothing now.
Today, Gao Jing could say “no” to almost anyone on Blue Star.
Because he alone was Superhuman.
His power granted him absolute confidence.
And if truly cornered? He’d vanish into the Great World, train into a Grand Shaman—
—then return. Who could stop him then?
Entering the venue, he found most seats filled. Guests even crowded the aisles.
His scan detected none of last auction’s VIPs; nearly all faces were unfamiliar.
The moment he and Ji Yu took their reserved seats, strange stares converged on them.
Bzzz—
Gao Jing’s phone buzzed suddenly.
He pulled it out and answered.
“Mr. Gao? Good evening.”
The voice was polite. “This is Liang Zhiqiang, CEO of Minghui Biotechnology. Regarding our previous inquiry… have you considered it?”
Minghui Biotech…
How persistent. Despite months passing, they resurfaced—their boss personally stepping in now.
Gao Jing replied coolly, “We’ve nothing to discuss. I’ve nothing to consider.”
“Oh?”
Liang Zhiqiang chuckled. “Director Gao, please reconsider carefully. Aligning with Minghui Biotechnology would be wise. Ideal, even.”
Gao Jing: “Goodbye.”
He hung up instantly—such words wasted breath.
Likely, the CEO was just a pawn pushed forward.
He pocketed his phone and sensed a peculiar gaze—turning to find a middle-aged man waving at him nearby.
A phone glinted in the man’s hand.
Liang Zhiqiang!
Gao Jing understood instantly but stayed calm. He’d foreseen this: Tonight’s auction was a trap laid for him.
What followed fitted perfectly.
7:30 PM: Jiashang Auction’s inaugural spring sale began.
The opening lot? Hundred-Fruit Wine!
The auctioneer was familiar. This time, his pitch glowed with confidence and thorough detail.
“Bottle of Hundred-Fruit Wine! Opening bid: 1 million. Minimum raise: 100,000!”
But his booming energy froze—met by utter silence.
Bidders sat expressionless; eyes darted uncertainly.
No paddle lifted!
Once auctioned over ten million, Hundred-Fruit Wine now faced indifference.
Sweat beaded on the auctioneer’s brow. He pleaded louder: “1 million! Going once?”
A veteran, he sensed a pit opening beneath him—unfathomable after the prior frenzy. How could this lot face failure?
Ji Yu fidgeted, her paddle trembling in hand.
“Patience,” Gao Jing grasped her wrist gently. “Watch.”
Bidding for your own lot? Foolish and forbidden—this wasn’t charity.
He knew Hundred-Fruit Wine wouldn’t fail… at base price, at least.
This demonstration was meant for him.
But what stunned everyone—including Gao Jing—came next.
A clear voice cut the quiet:
“10 million!”