Chapter 442： loss

Because the technology of the Protoss is so much higher than that of humans, both the auction house staff and the experts and professors in the mechanical manufacturing field naturally treat the transport plane and the immortal as the relics of Epsilon, even if there are obvious differences in the details.

Just as the human race has a completely different culture, and therefore derives different architectural styles and artistic styles, God knows if the Ypsilon people also have such differences.

According to the results of the discussions between the person in charge of the "Somaer" auction house and Tang Fang, the starting prices of the two items are both 13 billion stars, and the minimum increase is not less than 500 million stars.

13 billion stars, almost equal to the value of the 10 remains of Ipsosaurus, and this is still the starting price, which shows how precious the complete remains of Ipsosaurus are. After all, the relevant technology contained in an epsilon wreck is in most cases incomplete, which adds another obstacle to the difficult copying of technology, while the complete epsilon remains is different. They have a very complete technology tree and are easier to master by humans.

"Ding!" A pleasant bang flashed, and the bidding session officially began.

"15 billion!"

The first auction item is the Immortal, which is so powerful that it looks like a moving turret at first sight. It is directly raised by 2 billion as soon as it appears, from 13 billion to 15 billion.

The 2 billion price increase did not bring any change to the atmosphere of the scene; no matter whether it was offstage or on stage, none of the people present showed a similar shock or unexpected expression, because this is too normal. Under the temptation of relics, no one can completely control reason, because they represent the progress of science and technology and the increase of national power.

The smile on the host’s face was brilliant. Just like the red sun leaping out of the ground at the end of the earth wrapped in silver, the light and snow interact with each other, brightly clear and dazzling.

The number on the display of the bidding system changes every second, and every change is at least one long sword-class frigate.

"15.5 billion!"

"16 billion!"

"17 billion!"

"..."

People in the first floor meeting hall rarely quote, because they know it. Things of this level are simply not something the companies they represent can get involved. There is a saying that "everyone is not guilty, but guilty."

Most of them come to participate in the auction with the spirit of joining in the fun, come to meet the world, have long eyes, write down what they see and hear and post them on "Facebook". This way they will have a lot of face and appear to be an identity. people.

A waiter passed by, holding a fruit plate and drink in his hand. But few people would stop them asking for something to eat and drink. Guests would only find the girls an eyesore, even if they have slender white legs or beautiful faces, just because they are no more beautiful than anything on the big screen. .

The value on the display has jumped to 31 billion stars, but the expression on Tang Fang's face is like a silvery white on Wanrenxue Peak, not cold, but unchanging.

Old Corey has asked two consecutive "why". But he just didn't answer, only squinted and smiled while pinching the goblet with a shallow layer of amber liquor. It seems that there are elves dancing a nice dance inside.

Like the time when White David came, Old Corey also brought a bottle of 30-year-old, but it was changed from whiskey to brandy.

Thanks to Irma, Howson did not follow, so the bottle was placed on the table securely instead of falling into the arms of some reckless man. Finally, those fine wines from famous people were turned into some kind of liquid in the bathroom.

"Why?" This was the third time that Old Corey asked.

Tang Fang shook the wine in the glass, and suddenly said something inexplicable: "I wonder if Mr. Corey has heard of it. There is an old Chinese saying that the meaning of drunkard is not to drink."

Corey Christian is an out-and-out white man, how could he have heard such ancient Chinese. He didn't know who the drunkard was, let alone what the so-called "wine" meant, but his eyes were sharp and he caught the fleeting light in Tang Fang's eyes.

So he was silent and stopped asking questions. He picked up the wine on the coffee table and poured some for Tang Fang again. The brandy had a high alcohol content. He only poured a shallow layer, not even a tenth of the goblet. .

Suddenly he was very lucky to be able to sit here, listening to the guy on the opposite side playing these unintelligible machine fronts.

The number on the display of the bidding system is still jumping, and it is already close to the "50 billion" mark. The money is worth the value of a semi-Cube-class aircraft carrier.

Old Corey raised his head and watched the last drop of wine slip into his mouth, feeling the heat receding, and the fruity and woody fragrance of the grapes diffused, making people like a fairyland of vegetation.

Claire is still going through her recipes, and Grant is still struggling with what kind of discount items to add to the shopping cart. This scene looks funny because the two of them seem to be children who are doing their homework, while their adults are It was a casual chat with a friend from afar, and occasionally made a chuckle or two.

This is an auction, not an old castle with mottled exterior walls, but luxurious and exquisite inside. There are no old phonograph records and no sterling silver cups with hot coffee.

"92 billion!"

The process from 81 billion to 92 billion is very fast, because it has only experienced a price increase, because the increaser is Wang Xingyuan, the manager of the "Babylon" branch of Blackthorn Shipbuilding, and his status is similar to that of Old Corey.

"98 billion!" The host's voice is already a little hoarse, I don't know whether it is tiring to sing or has any special feelings for the number "98 billion".

The bidder was MacDonald, because he hated Tang Fang. The so-called hatred of Wu and Wu was naturally not very friendly to Wang Xingyuan. Whoever said that Westerners have no way of thinking like "If they are not my race, their hearts must be different." Mike Downer is an out-and-out nationalist, and there is one thing he never told anyone else-he is a staunch Hitler fan!

"100 billion!"

Finally, the bidding of the Immortal broke the 100 billion mark. This time the bidder was no one else, but Corey Christian who was drinking and chatting with Tang Fang.

"I'll add fire to them," he said.

Tang Fang shrugged: "Those people in sovereign countries haven't done anything yet."

"They have always been able to sit still." Old Corey chuckled, "Because apart from the serious bidding methods, they have another channel."

"For example, a pirate?" Tang Fang shook the cup, watching the golden wine meander a charming sip of wine on the wall of the cup.

Old Corey smiled: "Robbery is not right."

Tang Fang also smiled: "I don't think I've heard anything about you."

Just as the two foxes, one large and one small, were fighting, the bidding price continued to rise, and the representatives of the Yinying Group and the Sulu Empire were not willing to be lonely and joined the bidding. In just a few rounds, the bidding price soared again, reaching 130 billion yuan, and it is still rising rapidly.

The meeting hall on the first floor was silent, and most of the representatives of medium-sized enterprises held their breath and stared at the bidding system. The whole heart seemed to be **** by a rope, and every change in numbers would make their heart beat faster and their blood veins swelled.

Five minutes later, the quotation climbed to 162 billion. At this time, there were very few bidders. Only Smedley from the "Eco-Sowopner Group", Wilmot, the representative of the Monya Empire, and the Republic of Date were left. On behalf of Susan.

The reason why Smedley dared to compete with these sovereign countries at the cost of hemorrhage is because the "Eco-Sowopner Group" has focused on the development of weapon systems over the years. The immortal has a look. It is an offensive unit, once it is photographed. It will undoubtedly bring unimaginable technological advances to enterprises and open up new business opportunities.

"180 billion!"

Susan is a woman, in her 40s, she has a much more prudent and cautious character than ordinary people. This is already her psychological limit. She suddenly increased her price by 18 billion because she was fed up with this kind of suffering. If the other two people are not dead Heart, she will give up the fight for the immortal.

180 billion! It is almost the value of a battleship formation, but the auction item on the big screen is a land vehicle. Even though its weapon system is very advanced, it wants to be transplanted to battleships. I'm afraid it is not easy.

The venue was quiet. Although the people on the first floor stopped asking prices from just now and focused on the battle between large companies and representatives of various countries, at this moment, they were all quiet, and they didn't dare to take a mouthful. Stare straight at the gavel that the host smashed hard.

It is already the second time to hit the hammer. If no one increases the price, this first auction item will be bid by the Republic of Date.

"190 billion!"

Suddenly, the numbers on the display changed, and it was also a big deal with a price increase of tens of billions. Only a handful of national representatives who can raise prices so generously and regard tens of billions of stars as a child's play, Wilmot is one of them.

The host shook his arms twice, but the hammer did not go down after all, but Susan in the private room had already sat back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief. In her opinion, this was more nervous than fighting.

"190 billion for the first time, 190 billion for the second time..." The host's yelling resounded through the sound system throughout the venue.

The waiters stopped walking, some of the participants tucked handkerchiefs wrapped in suits and towels into beautiful patterns, and others touched the scum on their chins.

In the third private room from the left on the second floor of the venue, Smedley gritted his teeth and stared at the host's gavel, which was slightly shaking and was about to smash the unsmashed gavel. He violently pressed the increase button on the pda.

Surprisingly, the bidding system did not respond, and the number on the display was like petrochemicals, still at 190 billion.

Smedley was anxious and pressed the increase button again... but there was no response. The "1900" floating above the holographic projector was like a face with a sarcasm smile, mocking his incompetence.

broken? pda is broken? It actually broke at such a critical moment? Smedley immediately rushed to his brain. Didn't this **** "Somaer" auction house vowed to guarantee that the failure rate of the system is only 0.0000001%? Such a low probability event hit him on the head, it is simply unacceptable.

He doesn't believe in evil, he has another way-in order to ensure that the auction can proceed smoothly, in addition to the simple and easy-to-operate PDA remote bidding method, the auction house also set up the original plaque mode.

Then he just opened the front window and raised the black number plate on the white background to prevent the host from dropping the hammer.

Smedley straightened up and hurriedly walked to the front window, knowing that he moved too hard and accidentally wiped the coffee table, a cup happened to roll to the foot, and then he fell out and hit his head. On the red carpet embroidered with intricate patterns, I fell into a daze.

After about a few breaths. Smedley's assistant rushed over to help him up. At this moment, the host dropped the hammer of Dingding, and poor Smedley just woke up and fainted.

190 billion! Wilmot from the Monya Empire photographed the Immortal at a price of 190 billion.

Driven by the host, the audience burst into applause, and some people looked up at the private room on the second floor. The emotions in the eyes are complex.

"190 billion?" Old Corey shook his head, a little helpless, and a little self-deprecating. If Tang Fang really gave these two complete relics of Epsilon to the "Rover Technology Consortium", those on the board of directors would give up. Is it much money? I'm afraid not necessarily!

He loosened his tie and looked up at Tang Fang. For no reason, there was a chill in his heart. The young man sat on the sofa diagonally, peacefully like a sleeping child when he was not speaking. But if you observe carefully for a moment, it makes people feel a kind of horror. He is like a water pool without ripples and no storms, quiet to cold, quiet to death, because under the water pool is an abyss that can swallow everything.

Only now did he understand why Johnny would say that to him-"Don't provoke him!"

It's just... Corey Christian glanced at the second auction item that appeared in midair. He sighed.

He thought of a sentence-the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept going.

The auction of the immortal ended smoothly, and then it was naturally the turn of the transport plane. Obviously, for this second auction item, the enthusiasm of the guests is much higher than the first one. After all, it is an aircraft, and even stupid people know what it means.

Participants on the first floor wanted to know whose house it will get and how high the price will be. The distinguished guests on the second floor were eager to try one by one, casting scorching gazes at the protoss transport plane that was floating in the air and continuously rotating.

Except for one person, someone who was supposed to offer 200 billion stars for the immortal is called Smedley. The manager of the "Eco-Sowopner" branch in "Babylon".

The auction of the transport aircraft was suspended by the organizer, and the logistics maintenance personnel were called up to the second floor to check the electronic equipment in the Smedley private room.

There was a mess in the room, and several staff members of the auction house rushed into the room. They were so busy checking and repairing the equipment that no one noticed the inexplicable depression on the carpet.

After about 1 minute, the inspection result came out, everything was intact, the bidding system was operating normally, and the pda was not broken.

Smedley was a little silly. He took back the pda from the staff and pressed it a few times, and found that it had returned to normal, so he vented his anger on the cup that tripped him and shattered it.

The attendees suddenly felt that the owner of the auction item was very pitiful. If Smedley hadn't tripped over that cup, maybe the first auction item would exceed the 200 billion sing coin mark.

"It's a pity...it's a pity..." Some people shook their heads and sighed.

Viscount Wilmot, the representative of the Monya Empire, was extremely happy. He felt that he had made a lot of money!

As we all know, the Mongolian Empire has the shortcomings of insufficient maneuverability in both vehicles and ships in the military field. In response to this shortcoming, the imperial scientific community believes that if you simply improve the power system of ships and vehicles, I am afraid that it will last a lifetime. Can't keep up with the pace of the Charles Federation, just like the development of the Ulikmi Shield of the "Earth Knight", it would be better to focus most of your energy on strengthening defenses and improving firepower.

Under the influence of such a development concept, the immortal with advanced weapon systems has naturally become Wilmot’s ambitions, because Smedley fell that foot, so that it only cost 190 billion to collect the immortal. In, this is not what makes money?

Wilmot has already seen the picture of him being summoned by His Majesty the Emperor and receiving awards.

Because there is no obvious evidence that the bidding system is malfunctioning, and Smedley’s fall is not to blame for the "Somaer" auction house, so he can only admit that he is unlucky, of course, he needs to admit that he is unlucky. Not only him, but also the owner of the auction item-Tang Fang.

In fact, Captain Tang did not show any emotions similar to depression or unwillingness. He has always been very calm, drinking calmly, talking calmly, and sitting calmly.

There are a total of 4 people in the private room, and the only one who is not peaceful is Old Corey!

He didn't think that Smedley's PDA would be inexplicably malfunctioning, and he didn't think that the guy who was a few years younger than him would somehow trip over a cup.

"What happened?" He looked at Tang Fang, but only in exchange for a smile.

He didn't think Captain Tang was a person willing to suffer: "What the **** is this kid making!"

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Since Smedley missed the bidding opportunity, it is not to blame for the "Somaer" auction house, then the bidding for transport aircraft should continue.

Similar to the last time, within a few minutes of the auction, the price of the transport aircraft quickly broke through the 100 billion mark and skyrocketed at a very fast rate.

110 billion...120 billion...1500...180 billion...200 billion...

The price of transport aircraft easily broke through 200 billion and continued to soar. It was not until 300 billion that the skyrocketing momentum began to fall back.

Companies such as "Blackthorn Shipbuilding", "Ward Heavy Industries", "Eco-Sowopner Group", and "Jessic Shipyard" gradually withdrew from the bidding sequence. By 450 billion, only the Sauron Empire was left. On behalf of Murphy, Bloomer on behalf of the Phoenix Empire, and Ingersoll on behalf of the Charles Federation are still at a stalemate. (To be continued...)

ps: Thanks to the beasts and beasts, two book friends for their rewards. R12)