Suddenly I heard Mrs. Ma's voice, and I suddenly felt bad.
Just now I was still imagining whether Hu Langlang and Mrs. Ma had parted ways, but now it seems that I am overthinking it.
Didn't she go to the Fox Clan to find some divine oil? Why did she suddenly appear here? Could it be that the matter was settled, or was the Fox Clan's lair really here?
But no matter which one it is, it is not good news for me. My fear of the old lady is now deeply rooted in my bones. The memories of the old lady in my mind are either inviting gods from all walks of life on Shentai Mountain.
They dispersed in a flurry, or it was the scene of the little Taoist priest in green escaping in embarrassment.
Even my Liuding Divine General was kidnapped. What should I do if he is following me?
When I think of this, I suddenly feel that life is dark. Now that she suddenly appears here, I don't know how she can defeat me this time.
All these thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, but my eyes were not idle. I kept scanning the crowd, but I didn't see the shadow of the old lady. I don't know where the shadow of the old lady was hidden.
"What are you doing standing still? Please raise the price for me!" The old lady's voice rang in my ears again, but no one else seemed to hear it at all.
Now, I was finally sure that I wasn't hallucinating. This old lady was nearby, and she was definitely with Hu Langlang. No wonder Hu Langlang was able to get wild ginseng that was a century old!
Thinking of this, I no longer dared to act like I hadn't heard anything. I could only cough dryly, raise my right hand, and call out the price.
"26 million!"
"Um?"
Zhou Qingyang immediately looked at me in surprise. It seemed that he didn't expect that I would actually bid, but then a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, obviously not believing that I would have such strong financial resources.
Not only him, but all the onlookers looked at me when they saw a man like me, Chen Yaojin, suddenly showing up. Then they looked at Zhou Qingyang. Many of them looked at me as if they were watching a good show.
However, more people are full of doubts.
After all, I look too young, and unlike Zhou Qingyang, who has such a big team behind me, I look like the son of a wealthy family.
I had no choice but to go against Mrs. Ma's wishes. I was afraid that if I offended her, I would be like Hu Tiangang and be suddenly hit by a car on the curb.
Hu Langlang obviously didn't expect that I would take action. His eyes suddenly lit up, and it seemed that there was no longer so much hostility in my eyes. Then he slapped his thigh and opened his throat to drink with excitement.
"Everyone, it's 26 million, is there anyone with a higher price than 26 million?"
I thought that with the price soaring so high, few people would make a move, or would be hesitant, but the reality turned out to be completely unexpected.
When I opened my bid, it was like knocking down dominoes, causing a chain reaction in an instant. The scene where there were only three people bidding suddenly became more lively.
In the crowd, several more people actually made bids.
Only then did I realize that I had underestimated the people in this world. There are really too many rich people, and the habits of Chinese people seem to be a bit like buying up and not buying down. The higher the price, the more they learn to spare no effort.
Therefore, the result was surprising. In less than half a minute, the price of this century-old wild ginseng was raised to more than 30 million.
However, at this time, instead of declining, this price competition trend has reached a climax, with calls for price increases being heard one after another.
Moreover, as time went by, there were more and more onlookers, and the people standing inside, who were watching the excitement at the beginning, were gradually replaced by people bidding.
Moreover, these onlookers also took the initiative to make room for those who participated in the bidding. After all, those who could bid were wealthy people, and ordinary people could not afford to offend them.
In this way, the price soared all the way to 40 million, and the voices of raising prices gradually became slower and slower.
This number is enough for many people to seriously consider it. After all, no one’s money comes from a flood.
And during this process, I just shouted the same voice I started with.
Zhou Qingyang kept watching all this with cold eyes, until the bidding sounds became less and less, then a sneer appeared on his face, and he finally raised his right hand.
"Fifty million!"
As soon as the price was announced, the scene immediately fell silent.
The next moment, countless pairs of eyes fell on Zhou Qingyang at the same time.
After all, he added 10 million as soon as he opened his mouth. The shocking effect can be imagined, and a series of comments immediately rang out in the crowd.
"Is this guy crazy? He actually added 10 million at once! You can't spend money like this if you have money, right?"
"He's not here to stir up trouble, is he? I don't think this guy is a good person!"
"Where did this guy come from? He brought so many people with him. Could it be that he wants to take advantage of him?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."
"What are you afraid of? Would he dare to hit someone in broad daylight?"
The buzz of discussion was overwhelming. It was obvious that many people were dissatisfied with Zhou Qingyang's method of increasing prices. This was undoubtedly using price to drive others away.
But these people had no choice but to frown, thinking about the gains and losses involved.
The pony-tailed old man from Macau, the southern boss, and the middle-aged man with slicked back hair all frowned slightly and looked at Zhou Qingyang with some unkind eyes.
"Young man, are you serious? You are talking about real money when you buy something. You will pay after you shout out the price." The old man with ponytail said calmly.
The other two people immediately sneered.
Zhou Qingyang also smiled slightly, "Since it's buying something, it's of course real money. Since I paid 50 million, naturally it won't be less than a penny."
When these words came out, the old man and the others fell silent, frowning and making secret calculations in their hearts.
"How about it? Does this thing belong to me?"
Zhou Qingyang turned to Hu Langlang and said, his tone full of domineering and confident.
Obviously, the price of 50 million has made other people hesitate. After all, no matter how valuable this century-old ginseng tree is, it will eventually come to an end.
Although Hu Qiu said that an old man's ginseng tree had been sold for more than 100 million at an auction in Hong Kong before, it was an auction after all, and the value of an item in that kind of place would often be doubled or even several times or more than ten times.
Turn up.
But it's different here. If the price is too high, it's not worth the gain. After all, no one will do a loss-making business, and no matter how good the item is, it will have its value in the end.
Hu Langlang was obviously very excited at this moment, and bursts of green light emerged from his eyes. But I don't know why, but I always felt that this kid's eyes were a little strange.
But compared to Hu Langlang's eyes, what I care more about is, what does Mrs. Ma's voice just mean?