Twenty minutes later, the car came to a building full of cultural atmosphere.

"Mr. Lin, this is where the auction will be held tonight."

Looking at the building in front of him, guizijian explained: "it is said that this was the juntong government, and later the official left it as a cultural heritage."

"It has to be said that this Jedi auction house has a hand in business."

The whole building covers the eyes, although not majestic, but there is a sense of book.

Rows of luxury cars are enough to illustrate the attraction of tonight's auction.

"The Jedi never do civilian business. Their clients are local tyrants."

He took out a membership card and handed it to the gatekeeper. Guizijian continued: "the lowest turnover is 10 million, and the highest one has been over 100 million."

"Two gentlemen, this way, please."

After verifying guizijian's identity, the staff indicated: "after entering the venue, other staff will lead you to take your seats."

"Lao Jian, is this membership card graded?"

After observing the visitors, Lin Fan said curiously, "what's your grade?"

"Jedi are classified by the amount of money spent."

After receiving the membership card, the devil said, "I've traded a target worth 500000 yuan once, so the membership level is not high, just a silver card."

Tut, tut.

It was only a silver card member after trading 500000 yuan.

"By the way, Lao Jian, how much money do you have available?"

Touching his chin, Lin fan asked, "since I come to the auction, I have to get some baby."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin. I have a credit card that can overdraw 20 million yuan."

Speaking of the problem of money, guizijian immediately came to the bottom: "in addition, I have 10 million savings."

Thirty million yuan of available funds, which is very exciting.

However, Lin Fan's next words, is to let him silly: "30 million a little less, but for the moment to use."

30 million is a little bit less?!

WTF?

Not easy to mention the self-confidence, like this by Lin Fan hit to the whole body.

He heard that there was a famous doctor Lu in Zhonghang, who charged more than one million yuan for treatment.

Did he come to make tens of millions of flowers?

"Well, this is not a pauper."

Suddenly the voice, listen to the ground devil Jian eyebrows big wrinkle, look up to the youth who came.

"Nanmiyao, who are you calling names to?"

After adjusting his suit, Nangong Xiong disdained to look at guizijian's costume: "dressed like this to participate in the auction, who do you think is the poor?"

"Don't think you have a little money is great, if you change my brother, I will be afraid of it."

Thinking of what, guizijian sneered: "by the way, I heard that many people died in your Nangong family's last meeting?"

"Poor man, you are looking for death."

Being mentioned this matter, nangongxiong's face was hard to see the extreme: "when is it your turn to talk about our Nangong family's affairs?"

"Am I talking nonsense? Don't you have any points in mind?"

Looking at nangongxiong's black face, guizijian laughed: "see you for a long time, but it's the first time I heard that a meeting can open to explosion."

His fist loosened and then tightened. Namomiao cursed, "poor man, I want to see the auction tonight. How can you jump?"

Drop that and turn in with the bodyguard. He came here tonight with a purpose. It's not cost-effective to waste time on unimportant things.