The young master Dupont of the Senna family suddenly shouted out, which immediately shocked everyone! All the nobles who came from the wealthy circles of the imperial capital and were loyal to the royal family looked at this young master of the Senna family in disbelief.
The look in his eyes, and some even almost cursed him angrily.
In the box in the distance, the Demonic Beast of Mount Delan and Count Villa both had expressions as dark as water.
This young master is clearly arguing with Du Wei when he is bidding!
Amid everyone's surprised and complicated eyes, Her Royal Highness the Saint Princess slowly walked upstairs, but in full view of everyone, she came to the Senna family's box. Regardless of everyone's eyes, she sat side by side with the young master.
together.
Seeing the saint's posture, as if she was very close to the young master Dupont, even Du Wei couldn't help but be a little surprised...
The saint whispered something in Dupont's ear. Dupont immediately nodded repeatedly and said loudly in a dissatisfied tone: "Hey, I have already called out the price. If no one responds, it will be considered as my purchase. Yes.
Bar?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged steward of the family behind him, who had been in shock, suddenly woke up and suddenly changed his expression. He looked at his young master in surprise and shouted in a low voice: "Master! Ten million
No! You! You can’t do this!!”
Dupont turned his head and glanced at the steward, and said angrily: "What are you talking about! I want you to take care of something when I buy it!"
The steward looked panicked and said quickly in a low voice: "Master! This thing...can't be bought casually...you...oh, you...what you do will bring great disaster to the family! Go back.
After that, the Marquis will definitely be furious..."
"Nonsense!" Dupont scolded: "Buying this thing is a good deed! How could my father scold me?"
The steward was speechless. He was a sensible person. How could he touch such a thing if he knew it? He, an ignorant young master, didn’t know why he suddenly made such a move. He was clearly going against the royal family! This kind of thing
, it must be a disaster for the family!
He was anxious in his heart, but because there was a saint beside him, he couldn't say anything clearly. He just said anxiously: "But Lord Marquis... Lord Marquis..."
"My father has been ill for many days, and the following matters have already been discussed. Let me make my own decision! Do I need you to interfere with whatever I buy? Damn it!"
Dupont was robbed by his subordinates in front of the saint. He suddenly felt that he had lost face. He was furious and shouted loudly: "Ten million gold coins! I have bought this thing! Hey, people below, you
Why haven’t you announced it yet!!”
At this moment, all the eyes of the audience were turned to this box. There was only a railing in front of this semi-open box. What happened inside could be clearly seen by the people below. What's more, they spoke loudly.
Everyone in the audience heard it clearly.
This steward is obviously a sensible person. How can he not be surprised when he sees his young master doing such a thing? Of course he knows the weight of this lot and its meaning. The young master did such a thing today.
, it will undoubtedly bring disaster to the family! But although this young master is usually a bit arrogant, he has never done such a bastard thing.
He was a person who was loyal to his family. Seeing this scene, he wanted to stop it at all costs. After making up his mind, he didn't care about offending the young master, and quickly rushed to the railing to fight against the man on the platform below.
Ke loudly said: "Mr. Zach, the quotation just now does not count! The Senna family will not pay for this thing."
"You bastard!" Master Dupont suddenly became furious. As the young master of the family, he was refuted by a steward in front of everyone. How could he not be ashamed and angry? He pointed at the steward and cursed: "Dirk! You are too presumptuous.
Damn it! You are a little steward, why should you..."
"Young Master!" The steward looked pale, but shook his head firmly: "You are absolutely wrong about this matter. I will never allow you to bring this kind of disaster to the family! The Marquis asked me to follow you because he ordered me to do everything.
Tip, I see you are about to get into trouble. How can I ignore it?"
"You..." Dupont was angry. He was originally a idiot, but in his rage, he was speechless. After all, his father did mean to restrain himself when he asked the steward to follow him.
Suddenly, I heard a chuckle coming from the side. Her Royal Highness the Saint, whose face was covered with a veil, suddenly smiled charmingly and said in a clear and leisurely voice: "Well, Dupont, it seems that the rules of your Senna family are indeed different from others.
, a servant in charge dares to interfere in the master's affairs."
These words added fuel to the fire. Dupont's face immediately turned red, and he cursed in anger: "Dirk! You are just a servant in my family! You are just a dog raised by our Senna family! Today
I turned against you!"
After saying that, regardless of his identity, he went up, raised his leg, and kicked the steward. The steward Dirk stepped aside, with an anxious look on his face, and stared at the saint angrily, and could only hold back his anger.
He said to Master Dupont: "Master, no matter what you say, I will definitely stop this matter today. You...ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, he let out a cry of pain. It turned out that Young Master Dupont couldn't hit him with his kick, so he grabbed a teacup from the table and smashed it over his face. The two were not far away, and Dirk was hit immediately.
The glass teacup shattered on his forehead, and he was immediately wounded and bleeding.
Dupont made such an act of great disgrace in his rage. The noble nobles below all frowned and looked at the young master with anger and contempt in their eyes.
The steward, Dirk, covered his forehead with blood flowing from the gaps between his fingers, but took a step back and shouted loudly: "Master, you must do whatever you want, I have no choice but to go back and invite the Marquis!"
After saying that, he shouted loudly to the audience below: "Mr. Zach, our young master's auction is invalid. He is not the patriarch of the family, and he can't get out 10 million gold coins! He did this on his own outside of his authority.
, it doesn’t count! I’ll go back and invite the Marquis!”
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave the box. Dupont was furious. With a ferocious face, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed the steward in the back.
He actually showed the dagger, and the people who were watching carefully below immediately shouted out, and Du Wei next to him also frowned tightly.
The first rule in this auction house is that no matter who comes here to participate in the auction, they are absolutely not allowed to bring any weapons. Everyone knows this rule. However, you have always been wary of gentlemen and not villains. After all, you are here.
Everyone here has a noble status, how can the guards search them one by one?
Seeing Master Dupont stabbing him with a dagger, the steward Dirk was also agile. When he heard the exclamation below, he knew something was wrong and quickly dodged the stabbing. However, the dagger was sharp and cut his shoulder.
, blood flowed suddenly.
Dupont's face was full of murderous intent, and the dagger in his hand was stained with blood. Seeing that the stab missed, he went up and kicked the steward down, waved his hand and stabbed again, cursing: "You dog! I made you disobey me!"
Seeing that this was about to end the steward's life. Du Wei next to him snorted coldly, raised his hand across the box, and with a whoosh, a fireball immediately appeared from his fingertips, hitting Master Dupont's wrist.
.The boy was burned by the fireball and felt pain immediately. His hand loosened and the dagger fell to the ground. However, he covered his wrist and screamed.
Du Wei's fireball was so powerful that after it hit his wrist, sparks splashed on his clothes and immediately burned several places. Young Master Du Pont was in pain and scared, and he screamed repeatedly.
On the other hand, the steward Dirk on the ground was really a loyal man. Although he was cut by the young master, he quickly got up. Regardless of the pain of his wound, he threw himself on the young master. He slapped him repeatedly and put out the flames.
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In the distance, Count Villa and Delanshan watched this farce, and they looked at each other in confusion. Both of them knew that the Marquis, the patriarch of the Senna family, had always been a dignified man, and although he was not a die-hard loyalist to the royal family, he wanted to come.
I will not stir up such troubled waters. I have always been wise and protective of myself when encountering problems, and I will never get into trouble like this.
For this young master to do such a thing, it must not have been his father's instruction! I'm afraid...
Seeing the way the saintly princess was making out with him, both of them were convinced: Could it be a honey trap?
At this moment, several attendants from the auction house finally rushed up, opened the door of the box, rushed in, and pulled the two of them apart.
Once the fire in Mr. Dupont's body was extinguished, he punched the steward Dirk in anger. He did not feel guilty for stabbing this loyal servant, nor was he grateful that the other man helped him put out the fire on his body. Instead, he felt more and more angry.
Angry and thinking that the servant's disobedience was the reason for his ugliness, he punched Dirk on the nose, causing his nose to bleed immediately. Poor the loyal steward Dirk, his injuries were getting worse.
, backed away with an ouch, but looked straight at the young master, his eyes full of disappointment and coldness.
Dupont vigorously shook off the attendants holding his own auction house on both sides, turned to Zach on the table below and shouted loudly: "Why are you still standing there! If no one bids for this thing, it belongs to me!"
"
Zach stood on the stage, watching the farce, but he relaxed. He glanced at his Lord Duke from a distance, and saw that Du Wei also seemed to have an indifferent expression. He knew in his heart that the master had an idea, and he also
He stopped talking.
Du Wei sneered in his heart and stood up slowly. He stood in front of the railing of the box. Through the railing, he smiled warmly at Master Du Pont in the box next to him and said, "Hello, Master Du Pont. I would like to ask you, what is this?"
Are you determined to get this thing?"
Du Pont looked at Du Wei, not hiding the hostility in his eyes, and snorted heavily: "Your Majesty, of course I will settle this matter."
As he said that, he lowered his head and glanced at the saint beside him,
Although some attendants from the auction venue rushed into the box to quell the farce and separated the young master and his steward, after all, the identity of the saint is different. She is a saint of the temple and a princess, so everyone does not
Dare to touch her, just stand next to her.
Du Wei looked carefully. This young master Du Pont originally had a ferocious look on his face, but when he looked at the saint, his eyes immediately became gentle and hot, with no concealment of his admiration.
Du Wei narrowed his eyes, but turned his eyes to the Saint. The Saint also looked at Du Wei. When they made eye contact, they both smiled coldly.
"Very good." Du Wei nodded. Then he sighed and pointed at the young master: "Mistakes are not terrible, but ignorance is terrible. I pity you."
Then he turned to face the people below and said loudly: "Dear distinguished guests, as the owner of this place, I announce that in view of the special situation that just happened, the auction is suspended."
Dupont suddenly jumped up and said angrily: "Why do you do this!"
Du Wei smiled lightly: "That's just what I said."
His face gradually turned cold, and his voice spread throughout the audience: "Whoever thinks I am not qualified can stand up and speak."
Naturally, no one from the royal family objected, but those from the south, after a few words of acquaintance, seemed to be about to speak, but when they met Du Wei's cold eyes, they couldn't help but tremble!
Du Wei has been in the northwest for two years. He has developed a murderous aura with his glare. With this condensed murderous aura revealed, who dares to look at him?
"Your Majesty the Duke." The saint suddenly said with a leisurely smile: "By doing this, you are somewhat losing the fairness of your tulip auction house."
She stood up easily and looked at Du Wei through the railing. Her voice was soft and her cold eyes showed no trace of fear. She said leisurely: "I've heard for a long time that the Tulip Auction House is the most fair. But today you have this
The order seems to be somewhat inconsistent with the purpose of your place, right?"
Du Wei sneered and turned to look at the woman: "It seems that Her Royal Highness the Saint has objections to my decision?"
The saint stood up, saluted Du Wei from a distance, and then said slowly: "The disobedience of Master Du Pont's servant is also a private matter of their family. Now that the matter has calmed down, the auction should naturally continue.
Could it be that...because you, the Duke, also want to participate in the bidding, you can change the rules here at will? Oh...I almost forgot, after all, you are the owner of this place."
Du Wei was not angry, but instead laughed: "It turns out that Your Highness is unfair in accusing me. Well, there are so many distinguished old and new friends here, and the reputation of my Tulip family's auction house cannot be criticized casually.
.”
After a pause, he said slowly: "Your Highness, if you want justice, I will give you justice!"
At this point, Du Wei's face suddenly darkened. His whole body naturally exuded a kind of majesty, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Where is the guard at the auction house! Get in here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two people wearing tulip auction house attendant uniforms came in quickly from the door, facing Du Wei's box on the second floor from a distance, and knelt on one knee on the ground.
"Are you two the guards today?" Du Wei's eyes were cold.
The two looked at each other and said at the same time: "...Yes."
"Okay." Du Wei nodded, tapped the railing with his fingers, and said slowly: "Let me ask you, what is the fourth rule of the auction venue?"
The faces of the two people changed. The man on the left looked pale and dared not speak. The man on the right mustered up the courage and gritted his teeth and said: "Sir... The fourth rule of the auction house is: once the auction starts, the door will be closed immediately. During the auction, no one can
No entry is allowed, even if you have an admission ticket, it is expired and invalid!"
"Hmph! I know how to memorize it quite well." Du Wei said in a gloomy tone: "Then let me ask you, why was it that more than half of the auction was going on, and still someone was able to come in!"
The speaker on the right raised his head, looked at Du Wei from a distance, with a troubled look on his face, and hesitated: "Master... because... because..."
"What are you stammering about? As a member of the Tulip family, can't you even speak?" Du Wei raised his eyebrows. The man below felt the murderous look in Du Wei's eyes and hurriedly said loudly:
"Master! Because the person coming is Her Royal Highness the Saint, with a noble status, we dare not stop her."
"You have a noble status and you don't dare to stop it?!" Du Wei's face became more and more ugly, but he was laughing secretly in his heart and said angrily: "In the auction house, you must abide by the rules here! No waiting after the expiration date! This is
The rules have been set since the opening of this place! Regardless of the visitor's identity, regardless of whether he or she holds a ticket, once the auction starts, the door will be closed immediately! No entry or exit is allowed! As doormen, you are breaking these most basic rules at will!! What do you think of this place?
This is the place! The rules of my auction house treat everyone equally. Regardless of their status, everyone who participates in the auction must abide by the rules of the game here. The highest bidder wins! When did the standard here become measured by the rank and status?
!If it’s based on rank and status, why is there an auction?”
The speaker was quite clever. He quickly lowered his head and said loudly: "Master! Yes, we were wrong! We are willing to accept the punishment!"
Du Wei's face softened slightly and he said coldly: "From today on, you don't have to do the job of guarding the auction house. Go down and receive ten lashes each!"
The two doormen nodded repeatedly and climbed out together.
Du Wei's voice was stern, and no one in the audience dared to interrupt at this time. Du Wei dealt with his men first. The method was considered fair by everyone. Then Du Wei turned his head and looked at the saint in the box next door, coldly
He said: "Your Highness, my subordinates broke the rules and I punished them. However, you entering the venue midway today is absolutely not allowed here. Although you have a noble status, in business, I only care about business."
The price is high or low, regardless of status..."
The saint was so angry that she couldn't help but said dissatisfiedly: "Duke Tulip, do you want to drive me out?"
Du Wei laughed and said: "You are a saint in the temple and a princess. Although I have broken the rules here. But you rarely come here. If you don't know the rules here, it is the doorman's fault. How dare I
Are you driving someone like you out here?"
When he said this, the saint's eyes became a little more relieved. But then he heard Du Wei say lightly: "It's just..."
"Just what?" The saint frowned.
This was not the first time that she and Du Wei had gone against each other. The two had their first confrontation at the slave market two years ago. At that time, Du Wei cleverly gave her a bad look. Of course, she still remembered it and knew that the Tulip Duke was cunning.
, my heart suddenly became alert.
"Excuse me, Your Highness, since you are here today, you must have tickets in your hand."
The saint said coldly: "Of course there are."
"Okay." Du Wei nodded. His voice became gentler, but it made the saint feel uneasy. Du Wei continued to smile and said: "It's just that your highness, you probably don't know the rules here. Although you have a ticket here,
But these tickets can only be used to sit in the lower seats, but the upper boxes cannot be entered."
"You!" The saint suddenly became angry, but she suppressed her anger in an instant. Her voice became gentle. She smiled and said: "Why is Duke Tulip so stingy? Besides, this is Master Dupont's box. He invited me up.
, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
"Business is business." Du Wei shook his head: "First of all, you have a distinguished status. When you came to my place, you gave me great face. However, after all, the country has national laws and the family has its own rules. Although you have a high status,
Noble, but among all the guests who can come to me, which one is not a noble person of great status? Although you are a saint and a princess, you cannot break my rules. Otherwise, spread the word, if it is said that as long as you are
As a princess, with a noble title, you can sit in my VIP seat without spending a copper. If word spreads in the future, I won’t have to do business! There are more than a dozen private rooms here, and every place you can get there is full of flowers.
Those who have spent a lot of money, since they have spent money, are my customers, Du Wei. If others can enjoy it by paying money, but you can get it without spending money... then for these customers of mine who spend money, it can be
It’s so unfair, please tell me right.”
When asked this question, all the guests who were loyal to the regent responded loudly in the affirmative.
Although the saint's face was covered with a veil, judging from her eyes, her expression at this moment must not be good-looking.
But the idiot young man from the Senna family yelled angrily: "Duwei! This box belongs to our family. Since I invited Verona up, and my family spent money to book this box, why do you drive her out!"
Du Wei's eyes suddenly shot towards the young master, and he snorted heavily. He had killed many people in the northwest, so he naturally developed a power. With such a snort and glare, the young master Du Pont suddenly felt his legs weak.
Feeling cold all over.
"Dupont-Senna." Du Wei simply called him by his name and said coldly: "Remember your identity! Although you are the son of the Marquis of Seine, you don't have any title now, you are just a white one! I am the Duke of Tulip.
Are you worthy of calling this name? Who do you think you are?"
These two sentences immediately made Dupont blush, but in the face of Du Wei's murderous intent, he did not dare to say anything else.
Originally, etiquette was the most important thing in the aristocratic circle. Unless they were extremely close friends, they would only call each other by their first names in private. In public situations, honorifics were generally used, otherwise, it would be considered disrespectful. Dupont was angry just now.
He actually called Du Wei by his first name, which was already a big disrespect. Although Du Wei's two sarcastic words were a bit harsh, no one else thought it was Du Wei's fault.
"Also, Mr. Dupont Seine. My rule here is that no one is allowed to carry weapons in the auction house. You are a regular customer here, so you must be aware of this rule. And... not only did you bring
Weapons came in and he openly attacked people here. What do you think of my auction house? Do you think it is your own backyard?"
Du Wei's voice became softer and softer, but Dupont felt a chill from Du Wei's eyes and became more and more frightened.
"I'm very sorry, because you violated the membership rules here and did something that is disgraceful. From now on, I will withdraw the qualifications of the VIP members of the Senna Family. Now please leave the box with your entourage.
In order to express my respect for your father, the Marquis de Seine, I will send someone to return the money your father paid for this box."
Looking at the powerful attendants at the auction house on both sides, this idiot young man still wanted to show off his power, but he had already been picked up and taken out. His steward Dirk bowed deeply to Du Wei from a distance, with a look in his eyes.
Full of gratitude, he wiped the blood on his face and walked out.
Count Villa and De Lanshan looked at each other, with one thought in their minds: The Senna family is in bad luck now! The Marquis of Senna has acted steadily in his life, but he didn't expect that he would be betrayed by his family when he was approaching old age.
Such a bastard son is a drag on me.
Seeing that Dupont was taken out, Her Royal Highness the Saint could not stay in the box. However, she rolled her eyes and said with a sweet smile: "Duke Tulip, do you really want me to go downstairs?"
Du Wei instead laughed and said: "The rules cannot be broken. Logically speaking, distinguished guests in the box can indeed invite others in. It's just that this young master Dupont is no longer qualified... Well, if your highness, you don't mind the roughness of my place,
If so, please come into my box and rest."
The saint smiled brightly. Her voice became softer and softer, and she bowed slightly: "How can Duke Tulip's box be so crude? Thank you for your invitation."
After saying that, she actually walked into Du Wei's box. The attendant behind Du Wei quickly opened the door and invited her in. The saint seemed to act as if what just happened had not happened, and sat down on Du Wei's desk easily.
Position on the ground next to you.
Du Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the eldest prince, father and daughter, are both fuel-efficient lamps.
"Okay. Everyone, the matter has been resolved. Now let the auction continue."
After Du Wei finished his announcement, he saw the young Master Du Pont who was being taken out below, casting a malicious look at him before going out.
He didn't say anything, but the saint next to him seemed to smile and whispered: "Oh, Your Majesty the Duke, it seems that you have offended someone today."
Du Wei curled his lips and said calmly: "It is always inevitable to offend people. But offending an ignorant idiot is nothing. Mistakes are not terrible, but ignorance is terrible."
"Your Majesty, the Duke, is indeed a wisecrack." The saint blinked and smiled deliberately: "But, Your Majesty, the Duke, aren't you afraid of offending me?"
Du Wei chuckled, looked at her, and asked, "Oh? Your Highness, have I offended you?"
"Of course not." The saint's voice was very relaxed: "You invited me to sit in your box. It's too late for me to thank you."
The two of them glanced at each other. They clearly had their own agendas, but they were both smiling happily, and their eyes intertwined, showing a harmonious atmosphere.
On the other hand, the attendant behind Du Wei was horrified and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Darling, this big shot is indeed not simple. Our Duke just stared as if he wanted to kill someone, but now he smiles so beautifully...
There were no major twists and turns in the subsequent auction. Although the mysterious guests from the south tried their best to compete with Du Wei, in the end Du Wei still "bought" the religious artifact for 16 million gold coins.
The sect’s decree.
Sixteen million gold coins... Du Wei's body ached, but he still had some doubts in his heart: Did the temple's conspiracy collapse so easily? There seemed to be some bad enemies.
According to the rules, after the auction, the goods should be inspected in public. However, Du Wei himself is the owner of the auction house, so he easily omitted this step (there was no goods to inspect). On the contrary, Her Royal Highness the Saint, and
Du Wei was in a private room, but she didn't cause any trouble for Du Wei later. She just sat next to Du Wei and talked to Du Wei in some mild words. Although she was wearing a veil, her manners were excellent, and
She has a graceful figure, a soft voice, and a charm of her own. Sitting next to Du Wei, waves of fragrance can be heard from time to time. Du Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart. No wonder that Dupont boy fell into the beauty trap. This holy lady really has some skills.
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At the end of the auction, everyone wanted to say goodbye to Du Wei. Neither Villa nor Delanshan said anything. They just gave Du Wei a wink and then left. The other guests saw a good show today.
, all felt that the trip was worthwhile, and a few of them knew that Du Wei must go to see Prince Chen, and took the opportunity to convey their loyalty to the regent to Du Wei. After chatting for a while, this princess was the last one to leave.
Before she left, she suddenly looked back at Du Wei and laughed in a low voice: "Well, Your Majesty, tell me, which one is better, the Yeni sect? Or the Mosaic sect?"
After saying that, without waiting for Du Wei's reply, he smiled softly and left.