The auction began soon.

The first auction was a comb, according to the host, this comb was used by Chen Yuanyuan, a famous prostitute in the Qing Dynasty, with a reserve price of 100,000 yuan, and was finally bought by a fat man at a price of 300,000 yuan.

It was followed by a pipe, and the reserve price was also 100,000, and it was finally bought until 450,000.

Then there were some strange things, crutches, glasses, swimming trunks, and the host actually took out a urinal, but in the end they were all called four or five times or even more than ten times the bottom price before they were bought.

Yang Yifan looked a little impatient, so he simply closed his eyes and began to doze off.

"Ahem!"

The host on stage cleared his throat.

"Now it's time for the highlight of this auction, the items that will be auctioned below are all taken out by the four major families in the city, each piece of fine art, everyone should be tight, don't miss it!"

"Bang Bang!"

The audience applauded like thunder!

"The first thing to be auctioned is this blue and white porcelain vase of the Zhao family, this vase is a fine product of the Ming Dynasty, with a reserve price of 2 million!"

"2.1 million!"

"2.2 million!"

"2.5 million!"

"3 million!"

The audience shouted one after another, and Yang Yifan smacked his tongue for a while, this rich man really doesn't treat money as money, and he casually calls it millions and millions.

"Is there anything higher? 3 million for the first time!"

"I'll give 4 million!"

In the end, the blue and white porcelain of the Zhao family was bought by a chairman of Tianyi Company for 4 million.

"How's that, Tu Baozi, I'm stunned!"

As soon as Yang Yifan heard Zhao Wenhao's voice, he turned his head and saw that this person was sitting at the next table, and he had a headache, why did this guy follow him like a fly.

Yang Yifan didn't want to deal with him, so he slowly closed his eyes and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Who knew that Zhao Wenhao didn't let him go, and regardless of Bai Jianwei's slightly angry gaze, he walked straight over, "Boy, don't pretend to be asleep, you can take one out if you have the ability!"

Yang Yifan still ignored him.

"Ha! I knew you didn't, dead poor ghost, you don't weigh yourself, you dare to come to this kind of occasion to join in the fun!" Zhao Wenhao still didn't want to let him go.

Bai Jianwei shouted: "Zhao Wenhao, that's enough!"

Zhao Wenhao obediently closed his mouth and slowly walked back to his seat, but he sneered as he walked, "Damn, die poor ghost, don't you just rely on someone to support you." ”

"Hey, what is that Zhao, come back!"

Yang Yifan slowly stood up from his chair.

"What, you want to hit me!" Zhao Wenhao walked back, "With so many people here looking at me, I don't believe you dare to do it!"

Yang Yifan sneered: "Why did I beat you, I still dirty my hands when I beat you." ”

"You..." Zhao Wenhao was about to have a seizure.

"Shhhhhh

Zhao Wenhao glanced at him all over his body, and said contemptuously: "I just see that you can't take out a single one." ”

Yang Yifan said calmly: "Then what if I can take it out?"

Zhao Wenhao saw that he looked fearless, and he was really afraid that he would not be able to get off the stage with something, so he thought about it and changed his words, "If you can get an auction item that is more expensive than our Zhao family's blue and white porcelain, I will..."

Yang Yifan looked at him coldly, "What are you doing!"

Zhao Wenhao gritted his teeth and said loudly: "I will kowtow to you in front of so many people and admit my mistakes!"

"Everyone heard it!" Yang Yifan turned around and looked at the hall, "If I can come up with an auction item higher than 4 million, this Zhao Wenhao will kowtow to me in front of you and admit his mistake!"

"I heard you!"

The people who came here were basically supported by forces behind them, and they were not very afraid of the Zhao family.

"Good!"

Yang Yifan smiled at Zhao Wenhao, "Look at it!" With a flip of his hand, a peachwood sword suddenly appeared in his hand like a trick.

"Hahaha! Look, is this kid crazy!" Zhao Wenhao clutched his stomach and laughed, "What you won't say is this rotten wood sword." ”

Yang Yifan nodded solemnly, "That's right, that's it!"

"Hahaha, are you really crazy! Do you think that you can make a trick and increase the price of this rotten wooden sword!" Zhao Wenhao looked at Yang Yifan triumphantly, thinking that he had lost.

Bai Jianwei saw that Yang Yifan was confident, and originally thought that he really had something to bring with him, but he didn't expect him to take out such a wooden sword, and he was helpless, and made up his mind to buy it at a high price, so he couldn't let the eldest brother lose face.

Zhao Wenhao saw Bai Jianwei thoughtfully, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and said: "Bai Gongzi, I know that you have a good relationship with this kid, don't help him deliberately raise the price later." ”

Bai Jianwei saw through him, and sighed helplessly at Yang Yifan.

Yang Yifan nodded at him, signaling him not to worry, he had already made up his mind, and if he couldn't do it, he would also take out the Xuantie Sword for auction.

Zhao Wenhao nodded to the host, "Come here, take this broken wooden sword up for auction, so that he will completely die!"

The host walked down and looked at Bai Jianwei, wanting to wait for his instructions.

"Why, Bai Gongzi doesn't dare!"

Bai Jianwei sighed and motioned for the host to take the peachwood sword.

"Bai Gongzi, how much is the right starting price?"

"Let's call it 2 million!" After thinking about it, I thought it was inappropriate, "Forget it, let's call 1 million first!"

Zhao Wenhao laughed, "Such a rotten wooden sword is priced at 1 million, I laugh to death, I want to see which fool will buy it?"

The host returned to the stage, cleared his throat, and said, "Let's auction a peach wood sword, with a reserve price of 1 million." "It's weak and unreliable.

The hall fell silent.

"Hahaha, I'll just say, if you want to sell such a rotten thing for 1 million, a fool will ask for it, and it is estimated that it can't be sold for 100 yuan. ”

Zhao Wenhao's ridicule echoed in the hall.

The host on the stage was also embarrassed, and glanced at Bai Jianwei from time to time, but Bai Jianwei pretended not to see it and drank by himself, but Yang Yifan looked calm, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

Five or six minutes passed, and there was still no one bidding.

"Don't waste everyone's time, take that rotten thing down, don't be embarrassed on it!"

Zhao Wenhao's face was full of pride.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, someone in the audience snorted.

Yang Yifan looked over there, and an old man wearing a full set of white linen clothes and pants slowly stood up from his seat.

"It's him!" Bai Jianwei looked puzzled.

Yang Yifan couldn't help but ask, "Who is he!"

"Situ Wenfeng, the president of the Supernatural Society!"

Situ Wenfeng smiled towards the stage and said, "Host, can you bring the wooden sword down for me to see." ”

The host saw that someone finally reacted, and quickly ran down.

Zhao Wenhao was a little panicked, "Mr. Situ, this is just a broken wood sword, what's so good-looking!"

Situ Wenfeng ignored him and looked at it carefully with a peachwood sword.

After a while, Situ Wenfeng returned the peachwood sword to the host.

Zhao Wenhao breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll just say, what's so good about a broken wooden sword." ”

Who knew that Situ Wenfeng said to the host: "This peach wood sword is 2 million, I want it!"

Zhao Wenhao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and said after a long time: "Mr. Situ, are you mistaken, this broken thing is worth 2 million?"

Situ Wenfeng laughed and said, "How could I be wrong!"

Zhao Wenhao saw him say this, his face was full of helplessness, but fortunately, it was only 2 million, which was still 2 million less than his own blue and white porcelain, and he was not a loser.

When the host returned to the stage, he was about to announce that the peachwood sword was obtained by Situ Wenfeng.

"I'll pay 3 million!" suddenly a black-robed old man shouted below.

"What!" Zhao Wenhao opened his mouth in fright, he didn't expect that there was no one who asked for the price just now, and now someone is rushing to ask for it.

"I'll pay 3.5 million!" Situ Wenfeng continued to bid.

There was already cold sweat on Zhao Wenhao's forehead.

Situ Wenfeng said to the black-robed old man who had just asked for the price: "Mr. Zhang, don't you rob me more." ”

The old man was dressed in a black robe, dressed in ancient costume, and had an ancient hair bun tied on the top of his head, and when he saw Situ Wenfeng talking to him, he said with a smile: "I wasn't sure whether I should have this peachwood sword or not, but after Mr. Situ's confirmation just now, now I want to decide on this peachwood sword." I'll give 5 million!"

"What? 5 million!" Zhao Wenhao fell to the ground.

Situ Wenfeng saw that the old man was bound to win, so he stopped bidding, and he sold his face.

Finally, the host announced that the peach wood sword was obtained by the old man surnamed Zhang at a price of 5 million.

The old man surnamed Zhang slowly walked to the stage, took the peach wood sword in the host's hand, and looked at Zhao Wenhao who was sitting on the ground with a mocking smile: "This peach wood sword is made of thousand-year-old peach wood, and the runes on this sword have the effect of exorcism and evil spirits, and it is a sharp weapon to kill zombies and eliminate evil ghosts. After speaking, he bowed to Yang Yifan.

Yang Yifan saw that such an old man actually bowed to him, he didn't dare to hold it up, so he quickly got up and returned the salute, but his heart was happy, he didn't expect it to be such a result, since he bought the Xuantie Sword, he has always wanted to throw away this peachwood sword, but he forgot it when he was busy, and he almost lost 5 million, it feels terrible to think about it!