"Feng Qingzhuang, you take away the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that I'm interested in. Today I'm going to take away this love lock." Di He murmured in the private room through gritted teeth with hatred.
At this time, the private room where Shangguan Xuanqing was sitting also joined in the fun, and there was a shouting of prices.
The price of "two thousand gold" suddenly doubled
Then, Feng Qian shouted again: "Two thousand five hundred gold"
"It seems that there are many knowledgeable people in today's auction venue who have fallen in love with this locking wind shadow and raised the price."
Feng Yu's poetic and picturesque face smiled gracefully, her lips were slightly curved as bright as a rhombus, and her voice was as gentle as the breeze.
"Yes, Master"
Feng Ying stepped forward, raised a sign and shouted loudly, the cold voice came from the private room and echoed in the auction venue
"Ten thousand gold"
As Feng Ying's voice fell, the private room where Di He was located immediately shouted out
"Ten thousand and one gold"
"I just took the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that Di He was interested in. It seems that he is jealous and plans to fight us to the end. We should give up this love lock."
Feng Qingzhuang took a sip of tea, her expression was shallow, and her indifferent voice came out calmly from her red lips.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Jingyu next door told Mo Yin a few words and then walked out of the private room.
Mo Yin took out a thin-skin mask and put it on. After the disguise, he held up a sign and shouted: "Ten thousand and two gold."
"It seems that Di He was not the only one to carry it with us, there was also a person coming from next door to join in the fun."
Feng Qingzhuang squinted her eyes and sat back on the chair with her head lowered, thinking about who else in the entire auction venue besides Di He could have trouble with her. She never thought about it. This person just disliked Feng Yu.
Knowing that the master was determined to take a picture of the love lock and give it to Feng Qingzhuang, Feng Ying raised the price by ten thousand gold every time.
Sure enough, as soon as Feng Ying's shout ended, Di He immediately shouted:
"Twenty thousand and one gold"
Immediately afterwards, the price shouting came from the next door.
"Twenty thousand and two gold"
…
Half an hour passed, and the price of the love lock skyrocketed, from the initial five hundred gold to the current one hundred thousand gold.
Perhaps because he knew that someone wanted to compete with Feng Yu for love, Di He finally gave up and no longer carried on with his life when the price reached 100,000 gold.
In the private room next door, Mo Yin received orders from Wu Jingyu. No matter how high the price Feng Ying shouted, he would add twenty taels of gold to the original price.
"One hundred and fifty thousand gold"
Another cup of tea has passed, and the price of love lock continues to rise sharply.
"One hundred and fifty thousand and two gold," the changed Mo Yin continued.
At this point in the auction, anyone with a brain will understand that the guest in Private Room No. 29 is clearly on the same page as the guest in Private Room No. 28.
"Feng Yu, forget about such an expensive price. If you really take the picture and give it to me, I'm afraid it will cause controversy. If you say that Cang Yan Feng Prince is a beauty and spends a lot of money to smile, I'm afraid I will also become the name of the public. The beauty and misfortune that deceived the prince”
Feng Qingzhuang vaguely felt that the price bidding next door must be related to Wu Jingyu, but she couldn't tell Feng Yuming, so she had to persuade her.
And the most important point is that she is conflicted in her heart. She doesn’t want Feng Yu to spend a lot of money on her and spend a lot of money to take photos of her love.
"Listen to you." Feng Yu had a faint smile on his handsome and picturesque face, and his voice was as soft as the wind.
"One hundred and fifty thousand and two golds, is there anyone with a higher bid than one hundred and fifty thousand and two golds?" the auctioneer's loud voice lingered over the venue.
When no one raised the bid, the auctioneer shouted three times
"One hundred and fifty thousand and two golds, two golds and one hundred and fifty thousand golds. Congratulations to the guests in Room 29 for winning the last item of this weapons auction, 'Locked Love'."
"The auctioneer made the final decision.
Then, the auctioneer announced the end of the auction. Except for the guests who had photographed the weapons, the other guests in the Qunying Pavilion left one after another.
Feng Qingzhuang and Feng Yu were also sitting in the private room, waiting for the transaction
Just after waiting for a while, footsteps sounded in the corridor. A steward from Qunran Pavilion holding an account book was walking in front. Behind him were two big men with a layer of sweat on their foreheads. They were carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighing a hundred kilograms and heading towards the two men.
Walking towards Private Room No. 18, followed by the woman holding a tray on the booth just now, walking in the same direction.
"Dong dong dong"
There was a knock on the door, Yin Zheng walked over and opened the door
The steward of Qunying Pavilion smiled with a smile on his face, holding two copies of the contract, that is, the contract, and said politely
"Two guests, this Qinglong Yanyue Sword is the weapon you bought. The total transaction price is 10,010 gold."
"Feng Ying" Feng Yu shouted lightly.
Feng Ying understood and took out a stack of silver notes from his arms. Just as he was about to pay the bill, Feng Qingzhuang had already taken the lead. With a thought, he took out a stack of silver notes and a pound of gold from Mo Yin Yunfeng and handed it to the steward.
in hands
"There are a total of one hundred thousand taels of silver notes and one tael of gold here. Count them."
After the steward took it, he counted it carefully and put the two copies of the contract on the table. After both parties signed the contract and pressed their fingerprints, the transaction was completed.
After handing the Qinglong Yanyue Sword to Feng Qingzhuang's hand, the steward did not leave and called out to the outside.
A woman with a delicate face walked in with a tray in her hand, put the love lock in the tray on the table, and then left.
"Girl, after the customer who took the photo of this weapon finished the transaction, he left a message asking me to do you a favor and give this weapon to the girl. The weapon has been delivered, and I can live up to the customer's trust, so I will do it first.
Retired"
As if she was afraid that Miss Feng would refuse, the steward of Qunying Pavilion left the room as soon as he finished speaking.
This time, Feng Qingzhuang was even more certain that the guest in the private room next door was Wu Jingyu.
She stood up and walked towards the next door, but the building was already empty. Only a trace of familiar scent that was almost inaudible remained in the air, indicating that Wu Jingyu had been away for a long time.
Feng Qingzhuang felt slightly disappointed, but still had a faint smile on her face to prevent others from seeing through her inner disappointment. She walked back to Private Room No. 28 and said lightly
"There is no one in the next room, let's go back"
After finishing his words, with a thought, he put the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and Suoqing into the Moyin Yunfeng.
"Qingzhuang, he should be the one who gave me the love lock," Feng Yu affirmed with a hint of wisdom in his deep eyes.
Feng Qingzhuang lowered her head slightly, covering the look in her eyes, and her calm and ethereal voice was like a floating cloud on the horizon, gently floating by.
"maybe"
An ambiguous answer, but it made Feng Yu's heart ache slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.