Luo Yaohua suddenly pulled Yang Bo and raised his chin not far away, "Look, are you from the Japanese over there?"

Yang Bo hurriedly raised his eyes and looked over, and saw that there were indeed three people sitting in the northwest corner of the yurt, and they were sitting in the corner very quietly, and they did not open their mouths to communicate with the people next to them.

If it weren't for Luo Yaohua's reminder, Yang Bo wouldn't have paid attention to it, but now that he looks closely, he can see that the two men sitting in front of him are both Japanese people, and the other thin man sitting next to him with flattering words and eyes should be the translator.

"Hmph!" Yang Bo snorted coldly, "How can this kind of place allow the Japanese people to come in?"

"Yes, let's go back and see if the organizers will drive them away!" Luo Yaohua agreed.

Liu Fatzi sat aside, and when he heard the words of the two, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead, and said softly: "Both, let's be quiet." ”

Yang Bo turned around and looked over, and heard Liu Fatzi come over with his ear, "You don't often participate in this kind of black market, and you may not know the specific situation, especially Yang Bo, you are from Jinling, and you hate the Japanese people very much, but in the north, there are still many Japanese people who will participate in these years!"

Yang Bo was a little surprised, "In this way, wouldn't it cause the loss of cultural relics?"

Liu Fatzi shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Where can this kind of thing be managed, and for most sellers, as long as they can be sold, as long as the price is high, he will not care whether the buyer is a human or a ghost!"

Yang Bo looked towards the northwest corner, feeling a little angry in his heart, but he was helpless, he could only work hard, and it was best to create some traps to trap the Japanese people!

Soon, a reckless man dressed in Mongolian costumes walked in, he was burly, and his voice was even rougher, "My name is Wuba, it's not early, let's start early, and then it's still the old rules, the one with the highest price wins!"

After that, there was no nonsense, the man clapped his hands, and saw a man walking in with a tray and placing it on the table.

The hijab was lifted, and Uba said: "A knife, the starting price is 150,000!"

Yang Bo raised his eyes and saw a knife in the tray, there was a wooden sheath outside the knife, probably due to the age, the wooden sheath had turned black, there were exquisite silver ornaments on the outside of the scabbard, the handle of the knife was tied with a red rope, and the other end was a fire sickle, and there were silver ornaments outside the fire sickle.

The overall look is very exquisite, Yang Bo looked at it again, the brilliance flashed, and the aperture was formed, which was actually a Mengdao in the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

Many people at the scene got up to inspect the goods, but Yang Bo did not move.

Soon, everyone was seated, and the middle-aged man sitting next to Yang Bo said directly: "180,000!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

Yang Bo turned to look over and saw the thin translator sitting in the northwest corner asking for a price.

Yang Bo frowned slightly, planning to wait for the price to be higher again, but he didn't think that Luo Yaohua couldn't wait to say: "Four hundred thousand!"

The scene suddenly fell silent, Yang Bo sat aside, pulled Luo Yaohua, and said in a low voice: "This price is too high." ”

Luo Yaohua was stunned for a moment, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Yang Bo shook his head helplessly, and Wuba slapped his hands in front of him, "Deal!"

"In order to stop the outflow of cultural relics, what is this loss!" Luo Yaohua said indignantly without hesitation.

Luo Yaohua got off to a good start, Yang Bo turned to look at Liu Fatzi, "Are you sure there is really a map this time?"

Liu Fatzi smiled, "This kind of thing is all out of their hands, and the news we got must be untrue." ”

Yang Bo didn't speak, turned his head to look ahead, at this time, there was already a white copper dragon pattern flat pot on the table, and the silver pot had dragon patterns on it, which looked quite fierce, but it was very different from the Central Plains in terms of painting style.

Luo Yaohua looked at Yang Bo, "Take it?"

"You have a lot of money?"

Luo Yaohua left and kept his mouth shut, because if they really counted the funds, they didn't have much money, and this time, they came for a purpose, so naturally they couldn't spend the money so early.

The silver kettle was finally sold for 280,000 yuan.

The next few are all cultural relics with Mongolian characteristics, and Yang Bo can even see the newly unearthed traces left on some cultural relics, but of course he can't say much about this kind of thing.

The Japanese people behaved very low-key, after the first disadvantage, after a long time, they finally took down a silver coral pendant, the ornament is very exquisite, Luo Yaohua did not speak, the man who had seen it before at the scene raised the price twice first, which was to make the Japanese people sold.

Yang Bo glanced at the man and asked Fat Liu, "What's that name?"

"Yuwen, it's a compound surname, but he's very strange, he has a surname but no name, maybe he may have a name, but he didn't let outsiders know, it is rumored that he is proficient in feng shui. Liu Fatzi said.

Yang Bo glanced over there, very curious, but he knew that this was not the time to say more, so he had to shut up and not say more.

After two more auctions, the atmosphere in the venue gradually became warmer, and the Japanese people had to be robbed every time they shot, so that they had nowhere to use their strength, but Uba, who presided over the auction, was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Soon, a scepter was brought up, and the scepter, with a silver eagle's head as the head, looked very majestic.

Uba raised the scepter above his head, his face respectful, and bowed down to the north, "Immortal Heaven Protection!"

After Uba knelt down, Yang Bo could hear the sound of his forehead colliding with the ground when he kowtowed.

Everyone at the scene was a little surprised, but everyone folded their hands, bowed their heads, and made a prayer posture.

Uba got up, held the scepter high, and introduced: "This scepter was left by Baye, the seventh generation of the national teacher of the Yuan Dynasty, and it is a symbol of supreme divine power and the belief of our Mongolian people!"

As he spoke, Uba's face was filled with a look of adoration.

"This scepter is priceless!" exclaimed Uba.

The scene was silent, from the beginning of Uba's kneeling, the scene began to be a little quiet, very abnormal, and no one dared to bid at this time!

Yang Bo was a little curious, and looked around, he saw that everyone's eyebrows were lowered, and he didn't even look at it, but he understood that many people were taboo and unwilling to buy this kind of object, because things that represented faith sometimes always had strange elements.

"Five hundred thousand!" said the thin man of the Japanese people, the translator raised his hand.

Yang Bo didn't care, he stared at the scepter, his vision was a little trance, he actually saw that the black scepter formed a black vortex, the vortex absorbed all the light into it, Yang Bo stared at the past, his eyes stared at it, he couldn't move at all, and his body stiffened, which made him panic in his heart!