c_t; After Situ Wuyan reported the figure of 45 million, Jin Peng was a little nervous, people, when he was nervous, his mouth was easy to dry, so he naturally picked up the kettle and poured it into his mouth. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info [Please go to see the latest chapter of this book]

This mouthful was very violent, and half a pot was poured into it at once, and this amount of water was enough to suppress the shock.

Just as he was swallowing the tea, a slightly distorted voice sounded in room three, and although it had been processed by a voice-changing crystal, the original clear reads of the voice could still be heard.

"Eighty-eight million. ”

"Poof!" Before Jin Peng's mouth could fully swallow the tea, all of it squirted out, and the crystal clear water drew a curved parabola in midair.

For a moment, a ray of brilliance from outside the building was projected onto the center of the high platform, shining through the glossy waterline on Jin Peng's slightly upturned round face, casting a shadow of a waterline on his face.

Then, the shadow crossed, and the second-hand tea with the fragrance of Jinpeng poured on the face of a guest in the audience without falling.

The guest shuddered, and then there was no response, his whole expression in a state of sluggishness, even though the drops of tea dripping from his eyelashes and sliding down his cheeks did not succeed in waking him up from his stupor.

There was silence.

Eighty-eight million, I thought that this number might shock the audience, and even boil.

But when the shock is too much, people will forget how to express their emotions, of course, more people are completely unresponsive, and think that they have entered a short sleepwalk.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to make a single sound, and the only discordant voice was on the stage.

Jin Peng was choked a lot now, and he was coughing non-stop holding his neck at this time, he only felt as if a piece of tea was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't cough it out.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem. ”

With the incessant coughing of Jinpeng, the people in the auction house finally slowly eased up, and the first one to slow down was the person who was sprayed all over his face.

I saw him wipe his face with his sleeve and roar loudly, "I'll your grandmother's legs!

Because it is tea soaked in water, it is slightly barley-colored, so when you don't know it, it really looks a little like the thatched pit.

As soon as the rest of the people heard this, they immediately reacted, and several guests beside the man immediately got up, afraid of being contaminated by that liquid.

As the guests came back to their senses one by one, the expected boiling finally began.

"Did I hear me wrong, eighty-eight million?"

"Damn, Lao Tzu also feels that I heard it wrong, 88 million, this price is high!"

"That's not right, the elephant family is in room two, the Ma family is in room seven, who else can come up with the 88 million in this two-story ban, the tone sounds like play!"

"That is to say, this Situ family has only opened 45 million, and this No. 3 room has directly reported 88 million, which is almost equivalent to twice as much, isn't this directly a big ear scrape on the Situ family's face?"

"Speaking of which, this is the second big ear shave, will Situ Wuyan be mad?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe that person can come up with 88 million, isn't it a madman who came to make trouble?"

", crazy people enjoy it in room three, we're crowded here, aren't you saying that you're not as good as crazy people!"

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In the guest room, there was an extremely heated discussion, some discussing the mysterious No. 3 room, some discussing Situ Wuyan, everything.

Speaking of which, this price really scared the elephant, and he guessed that Room No. 3 should be a big family, but he didn't expect Dacheng to be like this.

Although 88 million is nothing to his elephant family, even the Ma family can easily take out this money, and Dongfang Sanhao can also take out a wisp of turnover funds, but to put it mildly, in this second-tier prohibition, he really can't think of a third family.

That is to say, the people in room No. 3 may be from a layer of prohibition?

Now that I think about it, in addition to the tears of the ocean in room No. 3 at the beginning, there doesn't seem to be anything of interest in the back, maybe a certain big guy from a layer of prohibition came specially to this Fengshen catalog?

Not only did the little chef think like this, but Ma Qianqian also thought like this, and the Zhai family and the Li family also thought of this.

And the only one who thought of it but refused to believe it was only Situ Wuyan.

"Boss Jin, no one has been shouting for a long time, don't you knock it yet?" Qin Zheng was still thinking about going back to eat, what was this Jin Peng grinding and chirping, coughing up half a column of incense.

"Boss Jin, I apply for an audit. At this moment, Situ Wuyan spoke, the so-called audit is to ask the organizer of the auction to send someone to Qin Zheng's No. 3 room to verify whether the other party really brought so much money.

This kind of behavior can only show that Situ is speechless, he is really unconvinced, and his strength is extremely small, he once again showed his petty family spirit in front of so many people and various forces.

But he doesn't care, he doesn't believe that the people who are banned in the inner layer will look at a catalogue of the god of wind, what catalogue does the ban in the inner layer want?

But he also didn't believe that in addition to a few of them in the second-floor ban, there were still people who could come up with so much money, so he firmly believed that this Laoshizi No. 3 room must be cheating the amount, hehe, maybe this No. 3 room is the seller of the Fengshen catalog?

Situ Wuyan was like a crazy demon, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was right, in fact, what he thought still had a certain logic, but he couldn't have thought that Qin Zheng was not the seller of the catalogue, but the seller of the stone tablet.

Although Jinpeng was very helpless about Situ Wuyan's application, since a bidder had put it forward, they had to carry it out.

As a result, the entire auction process was suspended, and the organizer sent someone to room No. 3 to start checking the accounts.

Chen Lang didn't let the man in, and carried the money bag out with a scarf, a full 3,900 glass crystals, one is not much, and one is not much.

During the whole process, everyone was waiting for the news with bated breath, because there were indeed some people who were like Situ Wuyan, not believing that what they heard was true, waiting to see Qin Zheng's jokes.

After a long time, the person in charge of tapping the assets ran over with small steps on his face full of excitement and whispered a few words in Jinpeng's ear.

And Jin Peng was even more excited when he heard it, so he directly picked up the small hammer and clicked it, and shouted in a trembling voice, "It's done!"

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