Chapter 74

In a private room.

Gu Yingying finds Ye Chen's abnormality and asks, "master ye, what's the matter?"

Gu Sanye also followed him.

"I found a good thing." Ye Chen chuckles and looks as usual.

Through divine sense, he saw that the sandalwood box contained a pen, and it was also a brush.

If the ordinary brush can not arouse his interest at all, the most important thing is that there is a faint aura in this brush.

It's a magic pen.

In the world of cultivation, every maker who wants to make a symbol must have a spirit pen. The spirit pen is the medium through which the cultivator can brand the technique on the symbol paper.

In this way, the drawn runzhuan will have power. If it is a common brush, the drawn runzhuan is no different from the white paper.

If I get this holy pen, I will definitely get more help.

Read this, ye Chen secretly nodded.

As Jin Daya opened the sandalwood box, there was a brush inside. It was the same as the ordinary brush, but the strokes were yellow and worn.

People can't help but be disappointed. Some people sneer and send out their own questions.

"Mr. Jin, don't tell me this brush is an auction?"

"It's a broken brush. There are many in my family."

"What a fool to be everybody? Can't you get good things out of the auction house? "

“……”

In the face of all the questions, Jin Daya was not angry, but raised his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet before saying: "we don't see the difference between the sales of this brush, it's a relic left by the late master Xiao Buyi."

As soon as Xiao Buyi's words came out, there was a huge wave at the scene.

"Xiao cloth clothes? Is it Xiao Buyi, the great master of metaphysics who was once famous in Macao, Hong Kong and Taiwan? "

Jin Daya immediately nodded: "yes, it's the relics left by his old man. Our auction house is also entrusted by the descendants of master Xiao to auction them."

In a private room.

Ye Chen turns his head and looks at Gu Yingying, who is xiaobuyi

Gu Yingying shook her head to show that she did not know.

"Master Xiao is a legend!"

Gu Sanye was shocked, took a breath slightly, and said with reverence: "master Xiao is a real master of metaphysics. It's said that he knows medicine, geomancy, and even can see the sky. It's very popular in Hong Kong and Macao in the 1980s and 1990s. It's said that the ancestral tomb of the richest man in Hong Kong and Macao was chosen by master Xiao, but even though he is proficient in metaphysics, it's hard for him to escape from old age and death."

Ye Chen nodded slightly.

Metaphysics has always been the culture of China since ancient times. With thousands of years of inheritance, many talents have been born. Although they are just human beings, they can borrow the energy of geographical mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars to change their lives.

When several people were talking, the atmosphere under the stage had risen to the climax. Many people started to think after hearing that the brush was the relic of Xiao Buyi.

"The official auction of this pen starts at 10 million yuan, and the price can't be lower than 1 million yuan each time," said Jin Daya with a smile

Voice down.

Without waiting for people to bid, a faint voice came from a private room on the third floor: "everyone, I hope you will give me a thin face and give me this pen."

Although his words sounded very plain, they were mixed with a tone that could not be refused.

Weidong?

They were stunned at first, then they were shocked.

All the people present are from Tiannan. Who doesn't know the name of Weidong, the big man of Yancheng.

I didn't expect him to come.

Some people are unwilling to show their face, but they still dare not ask for the price, so they have to volunteer for bad luck.

Even some of the bigwigs who are no less than Weidong chose to give up at this time.

Although the relics of master Xiao are precious, they are not worth offending a big man for him.

After all, Wei Dong's move greatly broke the rules of the auction house, but who made him a big man.

For a while, the whole auction house was silent.

Everyone thought that the brush left by master Xiao would be taken away by Wei Dong with 10 million yuan.

A very discordant voice rose.

"20 million!"

"Wow!"

There was a sudden uproar in the crowd. Everyone could not help but look down to the third floor, shocked.

Even Jin Daya is no exception.

"Who is it? Dare to challenge Wei Dong openly? "

In the private room, Gu Yingying stares at Ye Chen who just quoted the price and says: "master ye, you..."

She would like to say that ye Chen shouldn't come out to stir up the situation when Weidong is talking. After all, Weidong's background doesn't need to care about her family.

Gu Sanye was also shocked.

Ye Chen is not moved, a light smile: "no way, who let me also take a fancy to that pen."

After Jin Daya's reaction, he was ecstatic: "the guest of room 8 on the third floor offered 10 million yuan. Is there any higher price?"

In other words, his eyes could not help but look into room 6 on the third floor.

At the same time.

Room 6.

Wei Dong's face was a little heavy, and his tone was a little heavy. "How dare someone raise the price with me?"

"It seems that master Ye just now is revenging me for mocking him before?" Taoist priest Qingyang was stunned at first, then his face was extremely ugly.

I thought it was easy to get. Who knows that Chen Yaojin was killed halfway, and he was a charlatan in his eyes.

Wei Dong immediately walked out of the private room and said, "30 million!" to Jin Daya on the stage

Jin Daya nodded: "three thousand in case..."

Before he finished, another faint voice came: "fifty million!"

The whole audience was completely speechless, and looked at room 8 with admiration.

Big man!

Real big man!

Are you sent by monkey to suppress Wei Dong?

"Bastard!"

Wei Dong can't hide his anger any more. He looks at Ye Chen's room coldly and says with a smile: "Gu Laosan, please take care of your people!"

He can understand this time. It's Ye Chen who is really fighting against him. When did he get such a slap on the face?

Gu Sanye looks at Ye Chen. He doesn't want to quarrel with Wei Dong because of this. He has to stop saying: "master Ye......"

Ye Chen doesn't look at him, and bids again.

"One billion!"

Wei Dong: "..."

Gu Sanye: "..."

Seeing that the price has increased to one hundred million yuan, Taoist priest Qingyang can't sit still any longer, saying: "I'm determined to get this pen, and I hope you can give me a face..."

He is a great master who is sought after by people. He let out a word at will. No one dare not sell him face.

"200 million!"

Another bid stopped him.

There was a dead silence.

Ye Chen's eyes were slightly raised, and his lips were full of scorn.

"Give you face? What are you? "