The lights on the stage flickered on and off, coupled with the host's weird laughter, Cheng Yu felt that the atmosphere of this land temple was indeed very suitable for the so-called ghost market.

"Okay, big guys, local tyrants, guests. Let's gossip and get down to business. Let me talk about tonight's auction ceremony. The host's voice suddenly became high-pitched, "Everyone knows that under normal circumstances, our ghost market organizing committee will not hold a large-scale auction ceremony. Under what circumstances will an auction be held?" said the host paused, as if waiting for an answer from the audience below.

Sure enough, an antique dealer shouted, "A treasure has appeared!"

The host excitedly shouted, "Answer correctly! 100 points!"

There were people applauding again off the stage.

The host added: "Of course, the best things always come at the last moment. Before the legendary treasure appears, let's take some pictures of antique calligraphy and painting. Ladies and gentlemen, there is no time to miss the opportunity, these auction items are all collectors from all over the country, and each piece is worth a lot of money, it depends on whether you recognize the goods or not. Okay, first of all, let's take out the first treasure. ”

The host made a gesture of invitation and walked crookedly to the back of the stage. The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed.

Cheng Yu heard the sound of moving things on the stage, and after a while, the spotlight on the stage suddenly turned on, and a strong light hit the center of the stage, and a round platform was placed in the aperture of the strong light, and a small shiny object was placed obliquely on the platform.

The host's voice sounded again: "Ladies and gentlemen, the treasure displayed in the center of the stage is a jade cigarette holder, which is an ancestral treasure. Its starting price is 500 yuan. The minimum price increase is 300 yuan for each shout, and the highest price is not limited. Now the auction starts, do you have an offer?"

"500 yuan, I want it. An antique dealer stood up and shouted.

"Okay, is there a price increase?" shouted the host.

"I'll pay 1,000 yuan. An antique dealer shouted.

"Okay, someone pays 1,000 yuan, is there a price increase?"

"1,300 yuan!" another antique dealer stood up.

"3,000 yuan!" shouted an antique dealer in the front row.

"Okay, it's 3,000 yuan. Are there any price increases?" the host asked.

There was a cacophony of muttering from the audience.

"3000 yuan, for the first time. 3000 yuan, the second time. 3000 yuan, the third time. Okay, deal. ”

There was sparse applause from the audience. The lights on the stage dimmed again.

The host's voice came out again: "Next, please ask the winning bidder to go behind the stage and pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other." Cheng Yu saw the antique dealer who bid 3,000 go around the stage and go behind the scenes.

The host's voice sounded again: "Now please look at the second treasure." ”

As the spotlights on the stage lit up, there was a sound of surprise from the audience. In the aperture on the stage is a golden Buddha with golden light.

The host's voice rang out: "The second lot is here." Its starting price is 80,000 yuan, and the minimum price increase is 5,000 yuan each time, and there is no limit to more. ”

At this time, there was a person sitting on the Taishi chair behind the scenes, and this person was Huang Fu'er, the organizer of the ghost market. To the left and right of Huang Fu'er stood Qiao San and Wang Biao. But seeing Qiao San looked at his mobile phone, he whispered to Huang Wei'er with a panicked expression: "Boss, Zhang Youyou sent a text message and said that he had found a note." Wang Tianliang from the police station mixed in with a few strips. ”

Huang Fu'er's face changed: "Damn, I just don't let you do a good deal." These strips are so annoying. ”

Qiao San muttered in his mouth: "This Wang Tianliang, who doesn't eat soft and hard, went to give him several gifts, but they were all returned." Typical ignorance of lifting. ”

Huang Wei'er shook her head: "That's because you haven't found his weakness yet." There is no unbreakable bunker in the world. ”

Qiao San nodded repeatedly: "Yes, or I don't have enough means." ”

Huang Fu'er looked at the merchants who were quoting in the audience, lowered her voice and said, "It's useless to talk about this now." Seeing that these three hot lots are about to be auctioned. That treasure finally found such a good auction opportunity, and it must not just be stopped. Hurry up and follow the second plan. ”

Qiao San turned around and walked out.

At this time, the Golden Buddha on the stage was auctioned for 100,000 yuan. By the time the third lot was in the spotlight, there was a commotion in the audience.

"This painting of Qi Baishi looks like a fake!" "Look at the lines, it's obviously a fake painting. "The starting price of such a painting is 500 yuan at most." "If it's really Qi Baishi's painting, how can it be regarded as a hot lot for the final baby?" "Yes, yes. Let's wait patiently for the final baby to appear. ”

The host's voice sounded again: "Ladies and gentlemen, all the guests, what is displayed in the spotlight is the painting of the master of Chinese painting Qi Baishi, and the starting price of this painting is ......" Speaking of this, the host paused again, and then continued to say after seeing the restlessness below: "50 million yuan! The starting price is 50 million yuan......

"Fifty million, crazy, a fake painting actually dares to ask for 50 million!" The people in the audience began to stir again.

"Fifty million, do you want it? Fifty million, do you want it?" The host's voice was obviously a little anxious.

There was another commotion in the audience: "It's crazy to think about money!" "This kind of rotten painting dares to be auctioned, and it's almost the same to fool kindergarten children." "It's also a bit more realistic, what's the matter?"

"Fifty million, the last time, do you want anything?" the host shouted.

No one in the audience agreed.

"Okay, this lot is unsold. The host shouted.

The audience applauded thunderously. After the applause, people began to talk to each other: "The hot field is finally over, and the baby is finally going to appear." "This is a priceless treasure!" "Do you know the story of Jing Ke's assassination of King Qin?" "Who doesn't know this? Jing Ke is a tough guy and a superhero." "This treasure is from Jing Ke's assassination of King Qin. "Awesome, I'm looking forward to it!"

Only then did Cheng Yu know that tonight's most important lot was actually such a big deal. No wonder there are so many local tyrants gathered in this little-known land temple!

The story of Jing Ke's assassination of King Qin is really a shocking historical event that cries ghosts and gods. During the Warring States period, the Qin State always bullied the Yan State, and the Yan Prince Dan wanted to assassinate the Qin King to relieve the threat facing the country. He found the famous warrior Jing Ke and brought Jing Ke under his command with generous courtesy.

Later, Qin's general Wang Jian broke through Zhao, captured Zhao, and marched north to occupy the land, reaching the southern border of Yan.

Dan, the crown prince of Yan Kingdom, was very scared and asked Jing Ke for advice. Jing Ke said: "Even if the prince doesn't say it, I have to ask for action." If you leave empty-handed and have nothing to rely on, then you will not be able to get close to the King of Qin. The current general Fan, the king of Qin, offered a reward of 1,000 catties of gold and a fief of 10,000 households to buy his head. If I can really get the head of General Fan and the map of the area around the governor of Yan to present to the king of Qin, the king of Qin will be happy to summon me, and I will have a way to repay the prince. The prince said: "General Fan came to join me because he was desperate and in an embarrassing situation, I can't bear to hurt the elders' hearts because of my personal vendetta, I hope you will think about other countermeasures!"

Jing Ke knew that the prince couldn't bear it, so he met with Fan Yuzhi in private and said: "The Qin State's treatment of generals can be said to be extremely poisonous. Fathers, mothers, and people of the same clan were killed or confiscated into slavery. Now I heard that a reward of 1,000 catties of gold and a fief of 10,000 households was used to buy the general's head, what are you going to do?" General Fan looked up to the sky and sighed, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Whenever I think of this, I often hate it to the bone marrow, but I can't think of any way. Jing Ke said: "Now there is a suggestion that can be used to relieve the sorrow of the Yan State and avenge the general's deep hatred, how about it?" Fan Yuzhi then stepped forward and asked, "What should I do?" Jing Ke said: "I hope to get General Fan's head to be presented to the Qin State, and the King of Qin will be happy and friendly to receive me." I grabbed him by the sleeve with my left hand and stabbed him in the chest with a dagger with my right hand. In this way, the general's revenge was avenged, and the shame of Yan Guo being bullied was also removed. Does the general have this intention?" Fan Yuzhi took off one sleeve to reveal one arm, held his right wrist with his left hand, took a step closer and said: "This is something I grit my teeth and beat my chest day and night, and I only got your advice today!" So he committed suicide.

When the prince heard about this, he ran in a carriage and lay down on Fan Yuzhi's corpse and wept very sadly. The matter has come to this point, and there is no way to undo it, so I packed up the head of Fan Yuzhi and packed it in a box.

The prince sought the sharpest dagger in the world in advance, obtained the dagger of Lady Xu of Zhao Guoxu, bought it for a hundred gold, and asked the craftsman to dip the poison into the dagger when it was quenched. There is no one who does not die immediately when people are used for experiments, and the clothes are wet with blood. So he packed up and sent Jing Ke on the road.

There was a warrior Qin Wuyang in Yan State, who killed people when he was twelve years old, and people didn't dare to look at him directly, so they called Qin Wuyang as an assistant.

Jing Ke was waiting for someone and wanted to go with him. The man lived far away and couldn't arrive in time, so Jing Ke stopped and waited for him.

After a while, before he left, the prince thought that Jing Ke was late, and suspected that he had the idea of changing his original intention and regretting it, so he begged him again: "The sun has completely set, don't you have the intention of leaving? Please allow me to send Qin Wuyang first!" Jing Ke was angry and scolded the prince, saying, "Those who go today and can't come back to recover their lives are useless boys! Now the prince thinks I'm late, please allow me to say goodbye!" So there we set off.

The prince and his guests, who knew about it, saw him off in white robes and hats. On the edge of the water, sacrifice to the god of the road, and you have to go on the road. Gao gradually left the building, Jing Ke sang to the beat: "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!"

The guests' eyes widened, and their hair stood up against their hats.