After reading the auction brochure, Wu Maxi quickly decided to participate in the auction.
He carries a huge sum of money, but he has never found an opportunity to spend money. He has not even had time to buy urgently needed items such as curing fluid. The collection of exquisite items in this auction can just improve Wuma Xi's situation of having nowhere to spend money.
Dilemma.
After seeing off Han Zhizong, Wu Maxi sat in the inn for about half an hour, then changed her clothes and went out, asking about the situation of Huizhen Pavilion on the street until noon. After lunch, she returned to the inn and studied quietly until late at night.
Early the next morning, Wu Maxi took a streetcar to the auction house located in the north of Xiaman.
This is a majestic and simple building, with roughly polished solid stones glowing with a green color. They are stacked very casually to form a castle-like hall. A huge plaque is placed across the door like a beast's mouth, with the words "
There are five simple and sturdy official characters on it: Miqing Auction Hall. In the upper left corner of the plaque, a fat and cute little flying dragon is engraved, squinting at the pedestrians coming and going.
This little dragon is the trademark of Miqing Trading Co., Ltd. It has a very cute name called Mengka.
This auction led by Huizhen Pavilion will have many merchants participating, and Miqing Trading Company is one of them.
In the side hall at the entrance, I checked the amount of gold coins I had with me and received a set of masks and robes to hide my identity.
In the world of realm cultivation, it is too common to kill people and take possession of them, so this hidden trick must be used in every auction, otherwise no one would dare to risk their lives to buy something.
Following the route guidance on the ticket, Wu Ma Xi found her seat. This seat could barely be regarded as a VIP seat. It was located on the left side of the auction hall, not far from the auction stage, but the angle was not very good.
At this time, there were still more than 20 minutes before the official start of the auction. Almost all the people who were supposed to be there were already here, chatting among each other. It would be thunderous to gather mosquitoes, not to mention such a large group of cultivators and businessmen, making the entire auction venue extremely noisy.
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Sitting on Wuma Xi's left hand side was a fat man. The large robe was unable to cover his extraordinary figure. The fat was overflowing, like a black flesh-worm.
Even though he was dressed up in such an awkward appearance, it did not affect the fat man's communication skills like a rainstorm. He was killing everyone in his seat. Even the cultivators who were more than ten seats away from him could not escape his verbal attacks.
plunder.
Wu Maxi, who was in the center of the storm, silenced herself like a tree, enduring the impact of the words of her neighbors without any change.
A few minutes later, gorgeous and elegant music sounded from the background, and the lights on the auction stage gradually lit up with the music, decorating the auction stage magnificently. Dozens of beauties in costumes floated out from both sides of the auction stage like clouds.
He held an exquisite and gorgeous promotional sign in his hand. On it were pictures and promotional text of some items that would appear at the auction. The pictures were beautiful and the text was attractive, making everyone in the audience fall in love with these treasures.
"Jin Xuan Yan, Ran Lan, Zi Lin Rong,..."
Picture after picture of rare treasures floated across the auction stage with the seductive steps of the girls, causing waves of excitement.
The fat businessman sitting next to him stopped his verbal attacks and stared at the billboards that were gradually passing by. His eyes almost popped out of his head. He murmured the slogan on the billboard: "Twelve-winged green moth, twelve-winged green moth."
Yes, how did you get this? Xuan's exquisite spiritual tool, Master Xuanlu's precious sword!" The fat man was startled and slapped the armrests on both sides of the seat, making a "bang bang" sound.
"Autumn punishment drink, star mist,..." Although Wu Maxi's face was as cold as usual, she couldn't help but her heart was surging.
The music is gorgeous and joyful, the lights flash like rainbows, and the girls shuttle like butterflies.
After about ten minutes, this treasure display finally came to an end, all the beauties dispersed like clouds of smoke, and the lights gradually dimmed.
A beam of light suddenly shot out from the dome and shone on the stage. An exquisite post ticket immediately appeared on the stage. It read: Jingman Flying Post's maiden voyage, starting point, Barbarian ditch connection, arrival point, Thorn Triangle
, time, February 10, 2033, published by Miqing Business Alliance.
Jingman Flying Station is finally about to open.
The noisy hall fell silent for an instant, and then bursts of even more noisy discussions broke out.
Jingman Flying Station has been discussed for several years, but there has always been a lot of thunder and a small amount of rain. Now there is finally definite news about the maiden flight.
Wu Maxi looked at the time on the first flight ticket and sat slumped in the chair, her face pale.
He seemed to be instantly thrown away from the excitement around him, and suddenly became lonely and desolate.
"Jingman Flying Station!"
The four words he chanted softly brought back painful memories and resentment in his heart.
No matter how sad the turmoil in Xiqu City brought people, it could not stop the relationship between Daxingdian and the Cha family.
Is this the so-called general trend?
Ruyi, Tailao, Juhansong, Gongliangchi, these names that were as heavy as mountains in his life were so insignificant in this general trend, and were forgotten as if they had never appeared in the world.
Wu Maxi, who was sitting there, seemed to have been forgotten by the auction hall. The auction began unstoppably, and one treasure after another was competed for by people, setting off waves of excitement.
"One time for two hundred and forty thousand, two times for two hundred and forty thousand..."
"Three hundred thousand!" Wu Maxi yelled out a somewhat outrageous number in a hoarse voice, and her heart seemed to feel better with the offer. Perhaps only such unbridled waste can vent the messy and crazy emotions in her heart.
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The numerous quotations were instantly killed by this number, and the hall fell silent.
"The gentleman on the 86th bid 300,000 yuan. Is there any higher price? 300,000 yuan once, 300,000 yuan twice, 300,000 yuan three times. Deal!" The auctioneer dropped his hammer and looked at the quiet man.
In the auction hall, with a subtle smile on his face, he said: "Then, this bottle of the best curing agent - Jin Xuanyan, has been pocketed by Mr. No. 86. Congratulations to this gentleman! Let's continue.
An auction of an item, Ranlan."
There was a brief commotion in the auction hall. The gentle auctioneer smiled and said nothing, quietly waiting for the auction hall to quiet down.
After a while, the auction hall fell silent again, and the auctioneer slowly said: "Ranlan is a kind of exotic fire. It was born in the cold pool of the far north. It uses ice and snow as fuel. Its flames are like orchids and its color is azure.
It is the best fire for refining elixirs and making tools. Master Xuanlu has been using Ranlan before he was thirty years old. Countless exquisite spiritual tools were formed under this orchid. The lowest price for Ranlan is twenty
Ten thousand gold coins, each increase in price must not be less than one thousand gold coins. Now, please make your bid."
"Five million." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, smothering the rising price calls in the cradle.
There was an eerie silence in the hall, as if a duck had suddenly been choked.
"Well, it seems that Mr. No. 86 is bound to win. Is there any higher bid?" The auctioneer's voice was a little unprepared. The crowd below was obviously not prepared either, and they were all busy whispering among themselves.
This quote is obviously on the high side, and it would be useless to add more.
The auctioneer waited for a moment, and then his voice sounded again: "One time for five hundred thousand, two times for five hundred thousand, three times for five hundred thousand. Deal! Then, this burning orchid was once again captured by Mr. No. 86
,Congratulations to this gentleman!”
"Next, let's continue the auction of the next item. Zi Linrong!" The auctioneer glanced down and said in a strange and slow tone: "In Mimeng Ze thirteen hundred years ago, there once was a very strange person.
The artistic conception school of this school is called the Magic Hand. The descendants of this school have their left hands amputated as soon as they are born, and then use Zi Linrong to cast a purple magic hand. Since the output of Zi Linrong is too small, there have never been many descendants of the Magic Hand.
But every descendant is an invincible figure across the continent, and what they rely on is this infinitely powerful purple magic hand."
"Of course, more than 1,300 years have passed, and the inheritance of the magic hand has long been lost. The value of Zilinrong cannot be compared with that of the past. However, as the best material for making prosthetics, Zilinrong is still an extremely practical item.
Treasure. The prosthetics made from it are almost indistinguishable from real limbs. Zi Linrong’s lowest bid is 250,000 gold coins, and each increase must not be less than 1,000 gold coins. Now, please bid.”
"Five million!" It was the hoarse and crazy voice of No. 86 again.
"It seems that Mr. No. 86 is determined to win!" The auctioneer was at a loss for words, "Is there any higher bid?"
"Five hundred and fifty thousand." It was a voice with a sense of vicissitudes of life.
"Okay, a strong competitor has appeared, No. 143." The auctioneer raised his head and looked in the direction of No. 143. He saw a cookie-cutter mask, but the eyes behind the mask seemed different.
It has a different flavor, like a desolate desert that has been inhabited for thousands of years.
"one million!"
"Well, Mr. No. 86 is so aggressive!" The auctioneer's tone was just right with excitement, and the atmosphere at the scene began to heat up. "Is there any higher bid? One million at a time, one million at a time."
twice,……"
"1.2 million!"
"Okay, Mr. No. 143 bids 1.2 million gold coins. He is indeed a strong opponent." Although the auctioneer spoke passionately, with his professional vision, he clearly found something.
Number 143 is somewhat lacking in stamina. Maybe after another round of bidding, this round of competition will come to an end. "One million and two hundred thousand once,..."
"1500000!"
"Okay, Mr. No. 86 is really strong..."
"One million six hundred thousand!"
"Okay, No. 143..."
"two millions!"
"Okay, No. 86 bids two million, two million." The auctioneer spoke faster and faster, "Two million, what a murderous bid, you can see that Mr. No. 86
He is really very powerful and very murderous! Okay, is there any higher offer? Is there any? Is there any?"
"Two million and a half million!"
"Two and a half million!"
"Okay! It's a close fight, and No. 86 is temporarily ahead with the bid of 2.5 million." The auctioneer spoke at a cramp-like speed, frantically fanning the flames, "Two million and a half, two and a half million, is this the world in the world?"
The highest price? The one with the highest price will get the treasure. On the throne of the pinnacle, only one person can look up to the sky and look down on all living beings. Is there anyone who can surpass this pinnacle? Is there any? Is there any?"
Silence, silence down below.
Zi Linrong's quotation soared to 2.5 million almost instantly, which was far beyond Zi Linrong's true value. Any higher would be a long-term package.
"Damn two hundred and five!" Several cultivators who were interested in participating in the competition could only retreat in frustration in front of this offer.
The auctioneer looked in the direction of No. 143. The gentleman who originally sat upright had now slumped softly on the seat, with a look of confusion and helplessness in his eyes. According to the auctioneer
From a professional perspective, this person has completely lost his competitiveness.
"Two hundred and fifty-one, two hundred and fifty-two, two hundred and fifty-three, deal done!" The auctioneer's hammer finally came down.
The fat man No. 87 looked at Wu Ma Xi next to him, extended a thumbs up, and started talking loudly: "I have noticed that my brothers are not simple. They have strong funds and even more courage. It's amazing, amazing.
Are you the third son of the Wei family?"
Wu Ma Xi shook his head and ignored him. The volcanic eruption of venting just now made him somewhat attuned, and his empty heart felt a little better.
On the 87th, we are still going to be entangled, but the auction of the next item has already started on the stage - Xingxu.dd