This is one of the three major auction venues in Qinglong Prefecture, with a long history and extremely prosperous business.
His behind-the-scenes background is complicated, and he is backed by the Yue family, one of the three major families in Qinglong Prefecture. It can be said that no one dares to offend him.
Therefore, no matter how good the profits of the auction house are, and the various resources that come in and out every day are very coveted, no one has ever dared to make an idea.
The other two major families and forces are the Wang family and the Liu family.
It is these three major family forces that firmly control the entire Qinglong Prefecture, and other sects rely on them to survive.
What's funny is that Qingyun Sect and Cangsong Sect do not belong to any party, just because their strength is so useless that no one can take a fancy to these two brothers and sisters.
With the auction house as the center, buildings are rising one after another nearby, and people from all directions gather here, making it become a lively town.
Fang Lin first found an inn to stay at, wandered around on the street, and walked towards the auction house in the center.
The Yuechi auction house is magnificently built, with two huge arches flying high, like a terrifying giant fluttering about to fly.
Seen from a distance, the entire auction house looks like a black shadow standing on the ground, which is indeed spectacular.
"This is a poor scholar who came to Beijing without any relatives."
Fang Lin came to the door of the auction house, looked up at the huge eaves, and laughed to himself.
He was alone and looked increasingly lonely and weak.
"Little guy, which sect are you from?
Where are your elders?
Are you afraid that you got lost?"
Several vigilant guards at the door glanced at Fang Lin, their eyes full of contempt.
"I am here to participate in the auction on behalf of the Qingyun Sect."
Fang Lin smiled calmly and looked at the guards in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
"Qingyunmen?
never heard of that."
The guards looked at each other in confusion, and all shook their heads.
Fortunately, one of the guards finally remembered and burst into laughter on the spot: "Damn it, it seems like the most rubbish sect near Qinglong Prefecture and it hasn't closed down yet."
"Little guy, you have no one in your sect, so I will send you to participate in the auction alone."
The man laughed and mocked, and the others laughed along with him.
The reality is so cruel. Qingyun Sect sends people to participate in the auction every year, but they are ignored every year.
"When a dragon swims in the shallows, it does not necessarily mean that he is not good at it. It may be that the dragon is sleeping high, and he will be able to fly high in the future."
Fang Lin ignored everyone's ridicule and his eyes were full of confidence.
Leaving the confused guards behind, he walked into the auction house gracefully.
Deacons came out to greet him, and Fang Lin explained his purpose. He was inevitably laughed at by everyone, and then they took him to the Treasure Appraisal Hall.
The so-called Treasure Appraisal Hall is equivalent to the existence of an intermediary. Customers take out the treasures they have collected, and the Treasure Appraisal Hall is responsible for grading them, thus determining the auction's reserve price, and then putting them into the auction house.
If the quality is really high, Jianbao Tang will treat it as a distinguished guest, enjoy VIP treatment, and personally help contact some powerful buyers.
"According to me, your Qingyun Sect won't send anyone here anymore. I don't think there's anything we can do with it."
The deacons brought Fang Lin into the Treasure Appraisal Hall without forgetting to make fun of him.
"Why are you such a brat?
You guys are becoming more and more unreliable."
When a rather shrewd middle-aged man saw Fang Lin, he couldn't help but frown and was quite dissatisfied.
"Mr. He, if this kid says he has a treasure and he comes according to the rules, we don't dare not accept it."
The deacons also felt greatly wronged and looked at Fang Lin complainingly.
"Let's identify it."
Fang Lin was too lazy to pay attention to him. He was used to being looked down upon all the way, so he got straight to the point and took out a bottle of spirit quenching liquid.
"Haha, it turns out to be a pill. I thought it was something extraordinary."
The middle-aged man He Lao laughed, and when he saw clearly that the jade bottle contained crystal clear liquid, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Usually, elixirs are mainly in the form of granules or solids, and rarely are in the form of liquids.
Just because tempering liquid is extremely difficult and time-consuming, ordinary alchemists would not do this.
"This thing is called Spirit Quenching Liquid."
Fang Lin briefly explained.
"Good name!"
He Lao took the jade bottle and sniffed it, and his color suddenly changed again: "It's actually the third grade?"
He is also well-informed and has seen the usual fourth-grade elixirs, but he has never seen this third-grade spirit quenching liquid.
Mr. He greedily took a few more sniffs, his eyes filled with confusion and shock: "It's really rare for the purity to be so high!"
If he were to know that this was diluted and diluted spirit quenching fluid, he would probably pee on the spot.
This time he did not dare to underestimate Fang Lin anymore, and bowed slightly, with a very respectful expression: "May I ask this master, which sect he is from?
I am ignorant of Mount Tai, and I felt really ashamed just now."
"Qingyunmen, Fanglin."
"Oh...what?
Qingyun Gate..." Mr. He was moved and looked at Fang Lin blankly, feeling shocked in his heart.
He searched his memory with great difficulty, and finally remembered that Qingyun Sect seemed to exist in Qinglong Prefecture.
It's just that in my impression, it seems to be a rubbish sect that can't be rubbish anymore. Now there is such a monster genius who can come up with such perverted elixirs as spirit quenching liquid?
"Stop being so nagging, hurry up and get an estimate."
Fang Lin became a little impatient and urged.
"Yes, yes, master, I was negligent just now."
Mr. He quickly apologized, then looked at Fang Lin with a smile on his face and said with great respect: "Master, this spirit quenching liquid is too advanced. I am afraid that if it passes through my hands, it will insult his reputation, so I will go and get it right away."
My master is here, do you like it?"
"Okay, hurry up."
Fang Lin waved his hand impatiently.
During the whole process, the changes in expressions on the faces of the previous deacons were extremely exciting.
"I'll go! This guy looks young. What kind of monster is he?"
The butlers were mumbling to themselves in a daze.
"Serve this master carefully. If you show any neglect, I will question you."
When leaving, Mr. He ordered the commander in a stern voice.
After a while, Mr. He hurried over with an old man with gray hair who looked quite dignified.
"Master, this is my master, Master Lei. He is the only top treasure appraiser in our auction house, and he is also the enshrined elder of the Yue family."
Mr. He introduced Fang Lin respectfully.
Although Master Lei looks quite old, he is graceful and has a touch of the demeanor of a master.
Master Lei's eyes flashed with golden light, and he stared at Fang Lin fiercely, as if he wanted to see him through.
What surprised him was that Fang Lin's whole body was like a piece of jade that had returned to its original nature, and he couldn't see any depth! Then Master Lei used a mysterious technique to identify the spirit quenching liquid, and his expression became more solemn and solemn.
