The local tyrant glanced over here again, unable to hide his envy.

His eyes weren't hard to read at all.

Nima, why did you sit next to that kid?

I'm such a tyrant, can't that foreign girl see it?

Then he went to look at the woman next to him, and he was suddenly bored.

The auctioneer said in a sensational voice: "This Western sword is very precious, I hope everyone will bid enthusiastically, the low price starts at 2 million, and the price increases by 500,000 at a time." The sword matches the hero, I don't know which hero has the strength to invite this sword back, so please bid now. ”

The local tyrant was very happy, so he raised the bidding card in his hand.

"This gentleman 2 million, 2 million once!" the auctioneer's voice dragged on long, very sensational.

Li Zien also held up the bidding card in his hand.

The auctioneer was very excited: "This gentleman here bids 2.5 million, 2.5 million once!"

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the local tyrant's mouth, and then he raised the bidding card in his hand again. After raising the bid card, he also deliberately glanced at Li Zi'an.

There was something in the eyes of the local tyrant.

You are a poor bastard, and you dare to rob me?

Li Zi'an raised the bidding card again.

"This gentleman bids 3 million, 3 million once!" the auctioneer's voice was still sensational.

The man frowned and raised his card again.

Li Zi'an didn't even look at the guy, and directly raised his card. In less than a minute, the auction price soared to 5 million.

Mahtab said, "Mr. Li, are you interested in the Sword of Judgment?"

Li Zi'an spoke while holding up the card: "I've been studying kendo recently, and I'm missing a good sword, I think this sword is good, and I want to buy it back to practice swords." ”

Mahtab just smiled and didn't speak.

Li Zi'an raised the sign again and said, "Miss Mahtab, didn't you say that this Western sword is a treasure that your family has collected for 200 years, why don't you bid?"

Mahtab smiled slightly: "When it's time for me to bid, I'll bid." ”

Li Zi'an smiled and continued to hold up the card.

"This gentleman bid 8.5 million, 8.5 million once, 8.5 million for the second ......"

The local tyrant gritted his teeth and held up the sign in his hand again.

"This gentleman bids 9 million, 9 million once!"

Li Zi'an held up the bidding sign again.

Anyway, he is the owner of the goods, and the higher the price, the more he will earn. If he had finally taken the Western sword down by himself, he would have lost nothing. And he didn't believe that the Persian girl who came at the sword would not hold up a sign.

The man who brought the girl to pretend to be forced couldn't hold his breath, and turned his head to look at Li Zi'an: "Brother, are you sincere in raising the bar, or what? Do you have the money to pay?"

Li Zi'an just smiled faintly, and didn't even bother to reply.

Millions also want to pretend to be forced?

The master casually gave his subordinates a bonus, which was 100 million at the small target level.

The woman next to the local tyrant suddenly slapped his thigh, then moved the mobile phone screen in its direction a little, and whispered at the same time: "Brother-in-law, don't fight, look at who you are bidding with?"

Sure enough, it's a sister-in-law.

Dog's day.

The local tyrant glanced at the phone screen and was stunned.

On the screen of the mobile phone is the master's prosperous beauty, and there is also an eye-catching title: Li Zi'an, president of the Black Pot Company, cooperated with the Chrysanthemum Factory with a self-developed lithography machine to break the blockade of Western technology, and the valuation of the Black Pot Company is currently 200 billion yuan......

A few cold sweats suddenly broke out on the head of the local tyrant, with his little family background, it was no problem to pretend to be a thousand people, but if he wanted to pretend to be forced in front of the president of the black pot company, it would not be enough.

The auctioneer's voice: "This gentleman bid 9.5 million, 9.5 million once, and there is no bid, the big sword is a rare treasure, 9.5 million for the second time, ......"

It was at this moment that Mahtab raised the sign in his hand.

"This young lady bid 10 million, and sure enough, it is a discerning treasure, 10 million once! 10 million ......"

Without waiting for Li Zi'an to raise his card or for the auctioneer to finish speaking, Mahtab said lightly: "My bid is not 10 million, it is 100 million." ”

While!

The hammer in the auctioneer's hand fell off the auction table.

He's been in the business for at least 10 years, and he's lost count of how many things he's auctioned, but this is the first time he's ever made a bid.

The people in the venue were also confused.

And play like this?

Do you have a mine at home?

The local tyrant said in his woman's ear: "The surname Li is nothing more than that, I think the information you got from Du Niang, nine times out of ten, he paid someone to write it." ”

His sister-in-law pouted, not knowing what it meant.

The local tyrant looked back at Li Zi'an, and did not hide the contempt and ridicule in his heart.

Tell you to raise the bar with Lao Tzu.

Let you pretend to be in front of Lao Tzu.

Stupid, right?

But at this time, Li Zi'an raised the excellent card in his hand again, and said lightly: "Two hundred million." ”

The local tyrant looked confused, and his face was spicy.

The auctioneer said excitedly: "This gentleman bid 200 million, sure enough, it is a sword with a hero, 200 million at a time, this young lady, if you don't increase the price......"

Mahtab Yimu looked at Li Zi'an with an aggrieved expression: "Mr. Li, please give me this sword, it has extraordinary meaning to me." ”

Li Zi'an smiled and said, "I like this sword very much, if I give it to you, what compensation can you give me?"

On the stage, the auctioneer began to explain the apocryphal story of the Western sword again, delaying time.

This was explained early in the morning.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Mahtab's mouth, his charming eyes stared at Li Zi'an, and his voice was a little more magnetic: "Mr. Li, what kind of compensation do you want?"

Li Zi'an couldn't answer anymore.

Mahtab held up the sign in his hand: "200.5 million." ”

Without waiting for the auctioneer's offer, Li Zi'an raised the bidding card in his hand again: "300 million." ”

The local tyrant comrade who was still gloating just now looked confused, and his eyes changed when he looked at the master, and he still vaguely admired it.

That's the taste, this is the master of the pretending world!

It's just that the master's money is all from artillery fire?

Obviously, you can add 500,000 at a time, you open your mouth for 100 million, and you have a bite for 100 million, how do you let others play with you?

"Mr. Li, do you really want this?" Mahtab's face showed an aggrieved expression, and his tone of voice softened, "That sword is really important to me. ”

Li Zi'an smiled: "Okay, you make another bid, and I'll give it to you." ”

Mahtab then held up the bidding sign: "300.5 million." ”

The auctioneer followed the offer: "This lady bids 300.5 million, 300.5 million for a ......"

Li Zi'an no longer held up his cards.

In fact, we know each other about this.

One is to deliberately raise the price, and the other is to have to buy.

When Mahtab first bid 100 million, he actually stuck his neck out for Li Zi'an to slash. She didn't expect that his hands were so black, she stretched out her neck, and he slashed her three times.

And for the master, knowing that this Persian girl is related to the road company nine times out of ten, and nine times out of ten she is buying a sword for the king, and she doesn't knock on the bamboo poles sent to the door, isn't that stupid?

He just gave the black pot trio a bonus of 300 million, so he has to earn it back. Peaches and soup are also 100 million per person, but it was his own daughter-in-law, and the meat was rotten in the pot, so it didn't count.

"300.5 million for the third time, sold!" the auctioneer's hammer smashed.

There was a snap.

300 million swords were sold, and the deal was sold.

Li Zi'an stretched out a hand to Mahtab with a smile on his face: "Miss Mahtab, congratulations, although the sword is not worthy of being a hero, it is worthy of being a beauty. ”

Mahtab also stretched out a hand to shake Li Zi'an, and also said: "Mr. Li, thank you for your concession, I will invite you to dinner another day, I will thank you well." ”

There seems to be something hidden in these words.

However, Li Zi'an didn't have time to ponder, and just as Mahtab was talking to him, he closed his eyes and opened them after a delay of two seconds. The moment his two eyes opened, two green rays the size of mung beans appeared in the depths of his pupils.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed, no longer in this auction venue, but in a luxury car.

The driver was a Sikh with a thick strip of cloth wrapped around his head and a characteristic beard on his mouth.

Mahtab sat on the back seat sofa, holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking to someone on the phone: "The sword has arrived, where am I going to send it?"

She spoke in English, and the sentence itself was not complicated, Li Zi'an could understand it, but he couldn't hear the voice on the mobile phone.

It's not a sense of concern, it's a prophecy of pushing the heavens, he's going to predict where Mahtab is going, who she is, and what role he plays in the road company.

The scenery changes rapidly.

The car left the city of Huizhou, came to the countryside, and finally stopped in front of a residential building.

It is a Hakka-style house with white walls and green tiles, and a courtyard in the front and back. Two podocarpus trees were planted at the entrance of the front yard, which were quite delicately trimmed. There is a plaque hanging on the gate of the courtyard, which reads "Xianyunju", with gold characters on a black background, which is very exquisite.

Mahtab pushed open the door and walked in.

The scenery changes.

Mahtab appeared in the living room.

However, the living room was empty, and she was alone, and there was no one else.

"Mr. Lee?" said Mahtab.

The prophecy of pushing the heavens was interrupted.

Li Zi'an opened his eyes.

Mahtab withdrew his hand from Li Zi'an's hand, leaving a few finger marks on the back of his white and tender hand.

Her face was a little displeased, but she didn't say anything.

Li Zi'an smiled awkwardly: "Miss Mahtab, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered a question just now. ”

"What's the problem?"

"I didn't even ask you what your phone number is, can you tell me? Or, if you're using WeChat, let's add a WeChat. Li Zi'an said.

Mahtab smiled and did not speak, but pulled out his phone.

Walking in China, how can you do without WeChat and support?

In front, the local tyrant looked at Li Zi'an who swept WeChat and the Persian girl who was swept away, and secretly scolded in his heart: "Nima, you carry other people's bars and are still hungry for other people's bodies, can you have a face?