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Zhang Feng got up from the bed, washed up briefly, put on his clothes and walked straight out of the room.

Bingsheng and Zhang Erzhu were waiting for Zhang Feng outside early, and the three of them went to Wang Tianyuan's office together.

Today is the day when the auction opens, Wang Tianyuan has already come to the office, saw Zhang Feng coming, got up and took Zhang Feng to breakfast.

Along the way, Wang Tianyuan also introduced the matter of this auction to Zhang Feng.

In San Francisco, an official auction is held only every few years, and the antiques on it are generally mainly antiques from China.

Now, as more and more antique dealers are stationed in San Francisco, it is even more difficult for the officials, who are already scarce and difficult to obtain antiques, and have no choice but to hand over the power of the auction to the merchants.

How much money can be made from an auction is naturally something that these businessmen know in their hearts.

For a time, many merchants competed for the right to hold the auction, and there was a huge chaos in the entire San Francisco antique market.

Until Wang Tianyuan, Li Kui and Ma Zhi came, and with their strong means and superior strength, they won the right to hold the auction in one fell swoop.

At the beginning, the situation was better, but as time went on, Li Kui and Ma Zhi began to play various tricks with Wang Tianyuan.

Originally, Wang Tianyuan didn't have much interest in the auction, so he simply withdrew and ran his own company.

Therefore, Li Kui and Ma Zhi were troubled by Li Kui and Ma Zhi about Zhang Feng's participation in the auction, and it was difficult for Wang Tianyuan to interject on the side.

However, after all, Wang Tianyuan is also one of the best treasure connoisseurs in the world, no matter who wants to give Wang Tianyuan face, Wang Tianyuan also has the right to know the items auctioned in the auction first.

In the past, the San Francisco auction was just to auction some antiques, but as time went by, the auction consortium established by Li Kui and Ma Zhi began to study all kinds of new tricks.

One of the most intriguing is the identification of treasures.

What is the identification of treasures? In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a competition.

Many of the people who participated in the auction went to the auction house, and at the end of the day, the Federation would immediately select a treasure among the many raw goods for all the treasure connoisseurs to identify.

Only the person who answers most accurately can get this treasure directly.

Of course, these treasures have been seen by the Federation before, and although they have not been carefully appraised, they can also guarantee that the value of these antiques is at least hundreds of millions of dollars.

Such valuable antiques can be obtained without spending a penny, which naturally attracts a large number of treasure connoisseurs to San Francisco.

For a while, the San Francisco auction became one of the important events that people paid attention to.

Listening to Wang Tianyuan's narration, Zhang Feng also had some understanding in his heart, nodded secretly, followed Wang Tianyuan into the car, and rushed straight to the auction hall.

The car drove for more than an hour before it stopped in front of a large building.

The building looks magnificent, the whole thing is made of marble, it looks extremely hard, showing the majesty and domineering here.

Zhang Feng looked at the building in front of him, and secretly admired the concept of Western designers in his heart.

At this time, outside the auction hall, dozens of figures were already standing, and when they saw Wang Tianyuan coming, they all stepped forward one after another and greeted Wang Tianyuan respectfully.

Wang Tianyuan responded one by one with a smile, and also introduced Zhang Feng to everyone.

Although Zhang Feng doesn't like such social occasions, after all, now that Wang Tianyuan is standing here, Zhang Feng can only greet him with a smile.

By the time he got to know everyone, Zhang Feng's face was already twitching, and his muscles were sore.

"Everyone, welcome to this San Francisco auction!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the high platform in front of him, and Zhang Feng couldn't help but look at the high platform.

The person standing on this high platform is none other than Li Kui, who was slapped in the face by Zhang Feng in Wang Tianyuan's company yesterday.

At this time, Li Kui was in high spirits, standing on the stage and looking at the people below, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and saying a bunch of polite greetings.

Zhang Feng didn't want to listen to this nonsense, and looked at the people around him from below.

"Remember, Zhang Feng, after going in for a while, you have to be careful of the people around you, especially the foreigner over there, do you see it, his name is Bonag, and the target is also Zhan Lu Jian, this person is strong, but his heart is very small, it is not a good thing to provoke him. ”

Zhang Feng followed Wang Tianyuan's eyes and saw a tall black man standing in the far direction on his right.

In Zhang Feng's eyes, black people basically look the same, and Zhang Feng can't tell the difference, and after a glance, he no longer looks at it.

Li Kui talked for a long time, and seemed to be tired, and then he got out of the way and let everyone enter the auction hall.

Zhang Feng followed behind Wang Tianyuan, and the invitation went straight into the auction hall.

The inside of this auction hall is resplendent with eight huge pillars in the center of the hall, on which dragons and phoenixes are carved, showing the dignity and extraordinaryness of the entire hall.

At the end, two huge humanoid statues with wings stood in place, holding weapons in their hands, looking down at the people below, looking quite domineering.

It's just that these Eastern and Western things are mixed together, which makes Zhang Feng feel awkward.

Looking around, Zhang Feng didn't see anything unusual, and walked straight to his seat.

The auction is no different from the domestic one, and there is also a number plate on the seat for bidding.

Zhang Feng sat here, while Wang Tianyuan was directly invited to the VIP room on the second floor.

Zhang Feng didn't care, Wang Tianyuan's reputation in the world was very high, and it was normal for people to enjoy different treatment.

The purpose of coming this time was for Zhan Lujian, and Zhang Feng also wanted to solve the matter as soon as possible, and then leave San Francisco as soon as possible and return to Huashi.

Just as Zhang Feng was thinking, an old foreign man in a suit and leather shoes walked up to the auction table, holding a microphone in his hand, and began to speak to the people below.

Zhang Feng was tired of hearing these opening remarks for a long time, and sat on the chair and chatted with Zhang Erzhu.

The old man was very fast, and he hurried to finish speaking in a few minutes, and then began today's auction.

One by one, Zhang Feng casually took a few looks, these lots are generally foreign things, either pipes or clocks, Zhang Feng has no interest at all, he closes his eyes and no longer looks at it, recuperating and waiting for what he wants to appear.

As the lots were auctioned one by one, Zhang Feng finally heard the voice he was most familiar with, and Zhang Feng's eyes opened suddenly, looking at the high platform.

On the high platform, a sword about two feet seven inches long was quietly resting on the stand.

The sword has no scabbard, the two sides of the sword are pitch black, and the middle position is arranged with a diamond-shaped gold pattern, which extends from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and the black and gold are intertwined, showing infinite beauty and texture.

The hilt of the sword is as black as ink, with two rings raised in the middle, so that the person holding the sword will not slip to the ground due to sweaty palms or blood.

Zhang Feng just glanced at it casually, and his eyes burst out with a shining light.

You don't need to look at it, Zhang Feng can know that this is the Zhan Lu Sword, the first of the five world-famous swords cast by Master Ou Yezi!

Zhang Feng's heart instantly became hot, and a strong desire spread infinitely in the bottom of his heart.

For the ancient famous swords, Zhang Feng himself has a special hobby, that every sword is like a handicraft, no matter from which point of view, these famous swords are extremely beautiful, exquisite, with modern technology, can not create such a good famous sword.

And this Zhan Lu sword is the first of the famous swords, which can be called the most successful work of Master Ou Yezi.

With such a sword, how could Zhang Feng be willing to fall into the hands of others?

"Everyone, I believe everyone has also heard that there was a sword casting master of Ou Yezi in the Spring and Autumn Period, and this sword was also made by Master Ou Yezi, which can be called the first of the famous swords, and now please bid enthusiastically, starting at 100 million!"

In an instant, the people below frantically raised the sign in their hands, and the price began to rise rapidly.

Zhang Feng's eyes were firmly fixed on Zhan Lujian, but he was not in a hurry to make a move.

Zhang Feng has not yet seen whether this sword is real or fake, and he is not willing to end up with the same fate as Ma Zhi.

Concentrating, a light flashed in Zhang Feng's right eye, and more than two thousand black-gold circles of light began to appear on the calm Zhan Lu Sword on the stage.

This aperture is very dazzling, and it is still floating up and down, as if there is spirituality from time to time, so that Zhang Feng is reluctant to look away from him at all.

After more than 2,000 years of changes, this Zhan Lu sword has not been damaged in the slightest, not even a single flaw has appeared, the entire sword body is still extremely sharp, and the sword body cast by the iron mother still exudes its due luster.

Zhang Feng was ecstatic in his heart, this Zhan Lu Sword is definitely genuine, in this case, what else does Zhang Feng hesitate?

"430 million, 430 million, is there anything higher than that?"

Listening to the shouts of the old man above, a smile crossed the corner of Bonag's mouth, and he quietly waited for the old man to call out his number plate with his hands around his chest.

Most of the people who came to this auction house were people who had come to the auction house in the past, and they were naturally familiar with Bonaig.

Who doesn't know that Bonag is a treasure connoisseur, collector, and an extreme ****?

Once it is something that Bonag believes and someone rushes to grab it, Bonag will definitely not let the other party go, even if it is the end of the world, he must snatch the antique back!

Knowing that it was something that could not be done, the people present also had self-knowledge, and when it was almost time to take the initiative to retreat, they did not dare to use their lives to play with Bonag.

This time when he came to the auction, Bonag had already made it clear to everyone that what he cared about was this Zhan Lu sword, and he was bound to get his hands on it.

Such words have already been said, where would everyone not understand what Bonag meant, and naturally they would not dare to compete with Bonag.

Therefore, there is no need to think about it, the final winner this time must be him, this is no suspense.

Thinking about it, Bonag wants to laugh, the Zhanlu Sword after the five famous swords will become his own bag, if this is put in the future, wouldn't it be able to multiply it several times, and it can be sold for more than a billion yuan?

Bonag grinned, revealing the white teeth inside, looking at Zhan Lu Jian more and more fondly.

"Okay, since there is no competition, then I declare that this Zhanlu sword is number seventy-three..."

"I'll give 500 million!"

Bonag was ready to stand up and enjoy the glory of the moment.

Unexpectedly, such a voice would suddenly appear, the smile on Bonag's face instantly froze, and he turned his head to look at the location of the sound source.

And there, a man who looked no more than twenty-five or sixteen years old was sitting upright in a chair, his eyes were firmly fixed on the Zhan Lu Sword in front of him!