The world in my eyes became very strange, and people's roars seemed to come from an attic tens of thousands of light years away.
One treasure after another was taken away, and Wu Ma Xi took action in a regular manner, like a puppet. While buying the few items he planned to buy in advance, the gold coins were also spent like water.
He sat withered like an old tree, without any expression.
In addition to the quotation, even No. 87's communicative skills like a rainstorm could not make him say one more word.
"Two hundred and thirty thousand, okay, No. 3 bids two hundred and thirty thousand, and the battle for the treasure has entered a fierce stage of bloodshed..."
"Four hundred and seventy thousand!" Wu Ma Xi's voice sounded dry and dull.
"Four hundred and seventy thousand, okay, No. 86 once again joined the competition for Qiu Xingyin, and the price was 470,000, which stood out from the rest. This is the third time that No. 86 has quoted this price. Before
The two quotations were strongly suppressed by the two tycoons. I am very curious whether the quotation this time will still be suppressed? At the same time, I am also curious, does this number have any special meaning for No. 86? Why is this
Will the quotation appear three times in a row? Okay, four hundred and seventy thousand once."
In fact, anyone who is interested may have already guessed that these 670,000 yuan should be the final funds on the 86th.
Eight million was spent in an auction, but strangely it did not create any ripples in Wu Ma Xi's heart.
"How great it would be if all this money was used to buy you snacks, beautiful clothes and jewelry!"
The past can no longer be traced, only the voice of the heart is floating alone in the surging noise.
"Four hundred and seventy thousand three times, deal done." The auctioneer lowered the hammer again and looked up in the direction of No. 86, "Okay, then, this Autumn Punishment Drink will be won by No. 86 again. From now on.
From Jin Xuanyan to Qiu Xingyan, the facts prove that No. 86 is indeed a good man from beginning to end."
"Okay, now, the item we are going to auction may not be expensive, maybe it is not rare, but its meaning deserves to be respected by each of us from the bottom of our hearts. Yes, that's it,"
The auctioneer looked solemn and took out a beautifully decorated bill and held it in his hand, "Ticket for the first flight to Jingman Flying Station. With one ticket in hand, I can go to the Southwest as I please."
The boiling heat wave instantly annihilated Wuma Xi. He seemed like an old tree standing in the middle of the Boundless River, standing alone in a strange and cold world, with the embarrassment left by the storm still remaining on his body.
He curled up in his chair and muttered to himself: "It has nothing to do with me anymore, all the money has been spent."
Spending money so crazily just to escape this small first flight ticket.
He tightened his clothes and tried to curl up more warmly.
The auctioneer began his affectionate speech: "As early as more than 20 years ago, the Miqing Merchants Association, the Zha family and the ancestors of Daxing Palace had the idea of Jingman Flying Station. However, the vast Quqing stretches for thousands of miles.
The dangerous peaks and ravines were infested with wild beasts, and it was very difficult to cross them. However, they did not give up. They faced the difficulties with a fearless spirit, while surveying the route, while studying more powerful flying dragon varieties. The road was blue and blue, covered with stars and moon, and they worked hard.
After countless hard work, countless sweat, countless blood, and even the lives of seven heroes. Finally, three years ago, all the technical conditions were mature and all preparations were made to the best.
Just when the Jingman Flying Station that thousands of people were waiting for was about to be released, the Xiqu Incident broke out."
After two and a half years, Wu Maxi heard the word Xiqu for the first time.
Time is so cruel. It has only been two and a half years but it feels like a lifetime ago. It is like standing in a withered peach forest and trying to recall its brilliant and colorful appearance. The beauty is deified in the memory, like a fairyland, but the reality is just a ruin.
The auctioneer's voice was slow and heavy, like Xun music coming with the north wind.
"The Xiqu incident caused a sudden chill in the relationship between Daxingdian and the Zha family. I thought that Jingman Flying Station's plan would be shelved indefinitely. However, just a few days ago, good news came from the Zha family.
Wen Cangyuan's granddaughter, who was severely damaged in the Qu incident, finally woke up..."
The auctioneer's voice suddenly became excited, like a thunderbolt exploding in Wu Maxi's mind.
Ruyi, wake up?!
She's not dead, she's awake!
There was only this one thought in my mind that was replicating like an explosion and wreaking havoc like thousands of horses galloping.
Happiness is like a stream of electricity burning in every nerve in the body. Every cell is trembling, roaring, and roaring! The heart seems to be penetrated by electricity, the lungs seem to be burned by fire, and the thoughts have already been washed away by endless joy.
Got to be broken into pieces.
His whole body was filled with a blood-exploding happiness, making his body tremble uncontrollably.
The whole world is blurred, all the lights and shadows are messy, and I don't know what to say.
A purple object was suddenly handed to Wu Ma Xi's mouth, and at the same time a harsh voice sounded in his ears: "Bite, bite, it will be fine in a while, bite, don't bite your tongue."
Wuma Xi was immersed in happiness and before she could react, her mouth was filled with the damn thing. At the same time, the harsh voice was still nagging in her ears: "Bite, bite, just push it out and it's over.
Don’t be afraid, it will be fine in a while.”
What is this mess?
Wuma Xi suddenly reacted and knocked off a fat hand that was about to take off her mask, and pulled out the salty thing from her mouth, but it turned out to be the handle of a folding fan, which she thought was commonly used.
The reason is that the purple fan handle was polished until it was shiny.
Wu Maxi turned around and glared at the fat man No. 87, scolding in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
"You... you're not Yang Jiao Feng?" The fat man was obviously also startled by Wu Ma Xi's sudden awakening.
You're so fucking horny!
Wu Ma Xi threw the folding fan into the corner of the auction hall, turned her head and continued to look at the auction table.
The auctioneer on the stage was fanning the flames of selling postcards, but Wu Ma Xi was talking in one ear and out the other. She had no idea what he was talking about. It took a long time before she suddenly realized: Yes, I have to buy a postcard.
ah!
Then he reacted immediately: cao, the money has been spent!
Wu Maxi regretted it so much that her intestines turned blue, and she beat her chest and felt regretful.
I looked around and saw the faces hidden behind the masks. I couldn't tell who could borrow the money from. The only seat I had ever talked to was No. 87. I didn't know what the fat man was doing.
There are ten first flight tickets in this auction, which are auctioned separately. The minimum bid for each ticket is 10,000 gold coins, and each increase in price must not be less than 500 gold coins.
The battle for the first ticket soon came to an end, and it was won by No. 14 at a high price of 113,000 gold coins.
When the fight for the second ticket was fierce, the fat man finally appeared again, holding a broken folding fan in his hand with a sad face and sighing. After returning to his seat, he immediately began to negotiate with Wu Ma Xi: "I am kind enough to help you treat your illness.
, but you broke my fan, this... you have to compensate me."
"Sure!" Wu Ma Xi agreed readily, "I don't have any money. How about you take a photo of the ticket for the first flight of Jingman Flying Station for me, and I will give you Qiu Xing Drink?"
"Okay!" The fat man agreed more readily, but then he hesitated, "You... aren't you lying to me?"
"Eight million has been spent. How much is Qiuxingyin? Do I need to lie to you?"
"That's true." The fat man lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly clapped his hands, raised his head and said, "That's it."
"Dang!" As soon as he finished speaking, the auctioneer's hammer was heard, and the famous flower on the second maiden flight ticket was owned.
The auction for the third stage ticket began soon, and Fatty devoted himself wholeheartedly to the bidding.
Fatty's bidding method was much more professional than that of Wu Ma Xi, and the pace was relaxed and measured. He won the third first flight ticket with only 90,000 gold coins, and then the two of them chatted while waiting for the auction to end. Wu Ma Xi was very distracted.
He had no intention of chatting, but the fat man was too active. One sentence after another, Wu Ma Xi felt like a seedling in a storm, being blown around by the strong wind.
It was almost dusk when the auction ended, and clouds piled up in the sky, making the sky dark and gloomy.
After collecting the auction items, the two met at the east gate of the auction hall and completed the transaction very friendly. Fatty got the precious Qiu Xing Drink, and Wu Ma Xi also got the coveted first flight ticket.
The fat man said happily: "You Wei family members are straightforward in doing business. I admire you for that, brother." Although there was no basis for it, the fat man truly believed that Wu Ma Xi was a Wei family member.
"You're welcome!" Wu Ma Xi said lightly, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned back: "By the way, I have spent all my money. Can you give me a few hundred gold coins to buy it home?"
The post ticket?”
The fat man was stunned, and after a long time he said: "This... this is not appropriate?"
"Our transaction volume is hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Even a friendly sponsorship of a few hundred gold coins is enough!" Wu Maxi saw that the fat man was unhappy and was also annoyed that he had not thought of this before the transaction.
"This was all agreed upon, and suddenly...this..." The fat man's face was full of embarrassment.
Wu Maxi patiently said: "Look, your post ticket and folding fan will only cost you 150,000 gold coins to survive. My Qiu Xing Drink is worth at least 250,000 gold coins. You
I made more than 100,000 gold coins when I changed hands, so why should I hesitate to pay for a few hundred gold coins?"
"Alas!" The fat man's face was full of embarrassment, "If it were two years ago, let alone a few hundred gold coins, I would have paid out even tens of thousands of gold coins without saying a word. I have been in despair in the past two years. I have been beaten all day long.
Brother, you have to be considerate of people who are chasing you for debts. Otherwise, didn’t you take several pictures of treasures? Give me another one, and I will raise money for your travel expenses?”
Wuma Xi's chest was tight and she could not hold back the word "go", turned around and left without saying a word.
"Hey, brother, wait a minute." The fat man called loudly.
Wu Maxi turned around when she heard the cry, looked at the fat man and thought: Fortunately, my conscience finally found out.
The fat man took two big steps and came to Wuma Xi. He took out the broken fan and handed it to Wuma Xi and said: "Brother, I can't help you much. You can take this fan with you, the one from your Wei family."
The attack of epilepsy is so severe that if you don't bite something in your mouth, you may bite your own tongue."
"Get out!" Wu Maxi finally couldn't hold it back, threw down a big word "get out" and strode away.
Watching Wu Ma Xi's back turn around the corner and disappear, the fat man stood there and sighed, muttering to himself: "Alas! Brother, I'm not a stingy person, this is really down and out!" Then his eyes changed.
Turning around, I saw a familiar figure and quickly called out: "Hey, Brother Du."
Where the fat man looked, he saw a middle-aged man with a lonely look, walking on the bluestone street with a confused look.
After hearing the shout, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked in the direction of the fat man. When the fat man approached, he said: "Brother Hang." There was fatigue in his voice.
The fat man enthusiastically punched the middle-aged man on the chest and said, "Come to the auction. Did you win any treasures?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, looking unhappy.
The fat man didn't notice the middle-aged man's loss, but he still said happily: "Brother, I got a good thing this time." After saying that, he took out an object from the elephant ring. The object looked like an ancient xun and was colored light brown.
, there are a few hints of azure patterns on it.
"Qiuxingyin!" The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, "Are you number 86?"
The fat man was surprised by the change in the middle-aged man's expression and asked solemnly: "What's wrong?"
"Do you have Zi Linrong in your hands?" the middle-aged man asked impatiently.
"No, he was sitting next to me on the 86th. He wanted a ticket for the first flight of Jingman Express. He just ran out of money, so he gave me Qiuxingyin in exchange." The fat man was also impressed by the middle-aged man's expression.
I became nervous, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"What about No. 86? Where did it go?" the middle-aged man continued to ask.
"Go that way." The fat man pointed to the alley where Wu Ma Xi left.
The middle-aged man instantly mobilized his artistic conception, and suddenly swept across a distance of tens of feet like a strong wind. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance of the alley pointed by the fat man. There were only three or four people in the alley, and a few lounge chairs were set up in front of the house to chat.
, at the end of the sight, a green street car ran out of the middle-aged man's field of vision at an extremely fast speed.
The middle-aged man did not dare to stop at all, weaving his artistic conception like a strong wind blowing through the alley, and ran wildly in the direction where the streetcar disappeared.
The fat man looked at the middle-aged man's back and wondered: "What's going on? Why does it look like Wen Cangyuan is collecting debts?" dd