The trade fair itself does not prohibit participants from communicating with each other, as long as the movement is not so loud that it affects the order of the venue.
"Stop arguing, do you still want the tickets? Listen, I will be a good guy soon, take a set of 3 tickets, and then sell two of them to you at the bidding price. Who wants to join?"
An old man in Taoist robes rubbed his nose, glanced around, and spoke.
The old man's name is Zhou Daochao, and he is in the first stage of the second level. As a "senior" casual cultivator, he is over 50 years old. Because of his cultivation, he does not look very old.
However, despite the Taoist robe, Zhou Daochao's appearance is a bit wretched.
He was already familiar with occasions like trade fairs.
The 10 individually auctioned tickets were put to the end, and are likely to be pushed to sky-high prices. It is not easy to buy them.
So just bid for a group of 3 tickets at the beginning, which will make it less difficult.
"Count me in. If fellow Daoist Zhou doesn't have enough yuan stones for a while, I can advance one or two to contribute!" said a casual cultivator who was following Zhou Daochao.
Zhou Daochao glanced around and saw that there was no movement from the others, so he nodded slightly in agreement.
Wei Ci had an idea and took out 10 middle-grade Yuan stones and handed them to Zhou Daochao as well, saying, "Mr. Zhou, count me in. Regardless of the outcome of the bidding, small Yuan stones are not disrespectful."
Zhou Daochao looked Wei Ci up and down, smiled, and reached out to take it: "Hey! You are quite clever, that's all. Let the three of us work together to bid for the first set of 3 votes!"
"no problem."
Xiao Qi stood firmly on the auction stage, picked up three stacked tokens, and said loudly: "For the first group of places, the starting price is 900 mid-grade Yuan Stones! Each bid must not be less than 10 mid-grade Yuan Stones
Yuan, start bidding."
"Come on, come on, I want this set of tokens, 1,000 middle-grade Yuan stones!"
As soon as Xiao Qi finished speaking, Zhou Daochao started bidding with a playful smile.
If you didn't look at his appearance and just listened to his voice, no one would have guessed that the person speaking would be an old man.
"1050 middle-grade Yuan stones. Old man Zhou, I won't let you go this time." A voice suppressed him. The man was brightly dressed and had an extraordinary speech. He was a member of a noble family.
"1060 pieces."
"1100 pieces!"
"Hmph, 2,000 middle-grade Yuan Stones! Zhou said that I want this first group of places." Zhou Daochao spoke again.
As soon as he said this, the surrounding area was quiet for a moment.
Someone said: "Damn, this guy Zhou Daochao is simply not a son of a man. He pushed the quota to 2,000 yuan stones in the first group. He's crazy!"
"He takes himself too seriously!"
"that is."
"You'd better keep your voice down. Even though fellow Taoist Zhou is not very advanced, he is not easy to get along with."
"It's just a matter of words. I don't intend to make a bid to compete with him."
"..."
Several practitioners discussed dissatisfiedly.
However, the discussion continued, and for a while, no one really raised the price.
This is just the first group of places, there is no need to get all red-faced.
Although Zhou Daochao's strength is low, his popularity is not bad. He has been hanging out in Haiyuan City and Heiyao City on the other side of the continent for many years, and has met many practitioners. Even some powerful people in Haiyuan City are willing to sell him some thin noodles.
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Moreover, because of his qualifications, Zhou Daochao likes to engage in some evil ways. For various reasons, ordinary people are not willing to offend him.