Sang Yin didn't expect Xi Liuyuan to take action, and he felt a little more happy. After the auction, he might be able to have a few words with Bing Jing and the prince.
"You kid." Mr. Feng turned around and blew his beard angrily, then turned around and shouted again: "Six million."
"Seven million."
Mr. Feng seemed to be quarreling with him: "Eight million."
"Nine million."
"..."
Many aristocratic families upstairs looked at the scene below. The price was beyond what they could afford. The tug-of-war made people admire the old man even more.
I don't know what his identity is, but he didn't even blink an eye at the price of one million to one million, and he still dared to mess with the prince of Xilun.
"Sir, that old man seems to be very familiar with the master of Feiyun Sect." A guard on the sixth floor reported.
"Feiyun Sect Master Wei Zheng?" The middle-aged man was surprised.
"Yes, the old man who held the auction for the past two days was sitting at the same table as the leader of Feiyun Sect."
The middle-aged man touched his chin and looked at the seat where Wei Zheng was sitting. Feiyunmen was a sect of the Yunling generation. He did not travel around many countries and there were very few people who knew him well.
The old man knew that the other party was the Prince of Xilun, and his attitude was not polite at all. He was not an ordinary person after all.
"Let's go see Master Feiyun." The middle-aged man stood up and walked downstairs.
"Ten million."
Xi Liuyuan remained calm.
Feng Lao rolled up his sleeves, unconvinced, and opened his mouth to shout, but He Lianchen stopped him.
"You brat, why are you pulling me here?" Feng Lao turned around and yelled angrily.
"..."
"Mr. Feng, forget it." Ye Qianning couldn't help but speak.
"How can we forget about it when it's a treasure?" Feng Lao said unconvinced.
Sang Yin didn't expect the price of 10 million to be so crazy. Judging from the old man's appearance, he didn't intend to let go at all. It wasn't that the other aristocratic families didn't want to take the photo, but the fact that Prince Xilun spoke made them a little afraid.
After thinking for a while, she looked towards Song Qi and Chen Siqing in the distance.
Song Qi was very excited when he heard ten million. Everyone knew that Prince Xilun would not let go of something he liked easily. It would be good if Xilun could bleed.
Moreover, anyone could tell that the old man next to him would not give up. It was a good time to raise the price, and Lin Hui came in with another hint.
"Eleven million." Song Qi shouted at the top of his voice.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng immediately looked towards the source of the sound, regardless of Ye Qianning's obstruction: "Twelve million."
After shouting, he blew his beard and stared provocatively in Song Qi's direction.
"Thirteen million."
Song Qi was full of momentum, raised his chin slightly, and really deserved a beating.
Mr. Feng couldn't see it: "One thousand... Ouch..."
Before he finished shouting, his whole body was pressed down by Xiang Minghou.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Feng Lao was anxious.
"Lao Feng, the borneol above is just a scrap. Don't be in such a hurry to take pictures. The next item is the real owner." Ye Qianning's clear voice was not loud, but it was enough to fall in everyone's ears.
Offcuts?
Are the ice slices above just a leftover?
Lin Hui's face suddenly turned pale when she heard this, what kind of leftovers?
Song Qi is also confused, scraps?
Isn’t borneol a unique treasure in the world? Why did it become scraps?
"Really?" Feng Lao's arrogance became a little less arrogant.
"Mr. Feng still doesn't believe what I said." Ye Qianning raised his eyes.
Feng Lao looked at it and suddenly laughed, and pushed away Xiang Minghou's hand: "I believe what you say, little girl, haha."
Hehehe smiled, sat down and there was no need to increase the price.
"Thirteen million times," the manager shouted.
The scene was quiet, and there was no sound of increasing prices.
(End of chapter)
