"Three hundred thousand!"

The audience suddenly sounded a shout, Yan Ning looked down, it was a young couple who asked for the price, looking at which rich man's child it should be, after the boy finished shouting, he glanced at the beauty next to him a little proudly, as if he was showing off to her: Look, Lao Tzu is rich, and the price of a broken painting will be directly increased by 100,000!

However, his smile quickly froze on his face, and he only heard a voice from a certain box on the second floor of the auction hall: "Four hundred thousand." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The young man's face was a little unbearable, and the beautiful woman beside him was already flattering at the old man, so he hurriedly shouted: "One million! I want to see who dares to go against my Hong Kong Wang family! My name is Wang Chen!"

After the young man named Wang Chen finished shouting, many people who still wanted to compete with him closed their mouths, this Wang Chen is not famous, but his father is the first brother of the Gangmen Wharf, the Wang family is in Gangmen, and few people dare to provoke.

"Two million!"

Just when everyone was silent, the box that had just called for 400,000 yuan made a sound again, and directly doubled the price.

", isn't it Sun Guozheng of Hong Kong Gate sitting in that box...... He's coming to the auction too!"

"This Sun Guozheng is a person in the bureau, and Wang Chen has provoked a big shot this time. ”

"Don't say it's Wang Chen, even if his father comes, he has to bow his head to Sun Guozheng!"

People's discussions came into Wang Chen's ears, this rich second generation still has some brains, and after knowing the identity of the old man, he obediently closed his mouth.

The auctioneer saw that the situation below had been decided, so he shouted: "Tao Hongjing's picture scroll, Mr. Sun Guozheng's bid price is two million, is there a higher price?"

Everyone kept their mouths shut, even if they had the money to buy this picture, they didn't make a bid, which was considered to be a face for Sun Guozheng.

"Two million - one time!"

"Two million - two!"

"Two million - three ......"

"Two million and three thousand!"

Just as Yan Ning was about to make a bid, a weak voice suddenly sounded in the venue, and everyone was in an uproar, all looking down to find the source of the sound.

Sun Guozheng, who was sitting in the box, raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his eyes that had been squinting, and was also looking for someone to ask for.

A cold sweat ran down the auctioneer's forehead, and he remembered the owner of the voice—the mad Taoist priest who had come to sell thirty-six golden needles not long ago.

"Ahem, Nanfeng senior, as far as I know, you shouldn't have two million, right?" said the auctioneer embarrassedly.

Out of the crowd came an old man in tattered clothes, the old man also carried a black gourd in his hand, which contained unknown wine, he staggered and took a sip of wine, and said with a burp:

"I don't have two million now, but after a while, my thirty-six gold needles will be more than two million, you let your housekeeper lend me some first, I want this scroll, and after my gold needles are sold, I will pay him back!"

Yan Ning walked to the glass, frowning and looking at the mad Taoist, this mad Taoist seemed to be vain, but in fact he had a different set of rules, his eyes were fluttering, but he could always show a little essence.

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Ning muttered to himself in a deep voice.

Sun Guozheng didn't expect that it was actually an old man with such a look who was competing with him, and said with a sneer downstairs: "Old guy, in the whole Hong Kong gate, no one can compete with me for things." ”

The crazy Taoist priest was not frightened by Sun Guozheng's words at all: "Lao Tzu is not from Hong Kong, I'm afraid of you!"

Sun Guozheng was so humiliated by the mad Taoist priest that he suddenly snorted coldly and slapped the chair angrily, but in this public, he couldn't do anything directly to the mad Taoist, so he could only shake his head and not fight with him for this picture.

The auctioneer was a little embarrassed, but the rules were like this, and he couldn't do anything about it, and under the three hammers, the scroll finally fell into the hands of the mad Taoist at a price of two million and three thousand.

Yan Ning did not fight with the mad Taoist priest for this picture scroll, although the picture scroll was also the object of his founding ancestor. He vaguely felt that he and this mad Taoist priest would definitely meet again, at least Yan Ning would definitely ask him about the origin of the thirty-six golden needles.

At this time, the door of Yan Ning's box was pushed open, and Yang Lei, who was wearing a red suit, walked in, he helped his eyes, and said, "How is the situation?"

"Xiaoya, they don't know where to go. Yan Ning shook his head and said.

"Do you need me to send someone to find it?" Yang Lei asked.

Yan Ning shook his head: "There are few people you and I can trust now, so we can't startle the snake, if the one next door knows, it will be troublesome." ”

Yang Lei knew that it was Wu Jing sitting next door, and he sighed: "Zeng Fan doesn't seem to have appeared yet. ”

"He'll show up. ”

Yan Ning and Yang Lei didn't know that there was a bomb in the venue, and Zhuang Xiaoya didn't know what the auction was like now.

Zhuang Xiaoya and his party were resting in the staff passage at this time, and they defused two bombs in a row that were enough to blow them to pieces, and all three of them were physically and mentally exhausted.

"Fortunately, I learned bomb disposal techniques when I was in the army, otherwise I would have been in trouble this time. Teng Yi said.

Zhuang Xiaoya sighed: "The last bomb, I don't know where it is, we have to find it." ”

"I just dismantled two bombs and placed them around the load-bearing walls of the whole building, but why can't I find the last bomb?" Zhang Quan sighed.

Meow Dabao lost contact with everyone, and it is unclear whether it has found the last bomb.

At this moment, Zhuang Xiaoya's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "In the entire Abraham, who is the person Zeng Fan wants to kill the most, do you know?"

"Wu Jing?" asked Teng Yi.

"That stupid man, it doesn't take Zeng Fan's mind to kill him at all. Zhuang Xiaoya said unceremoniously.

Zhang Quan said: "That can only be Yang Lei." ”

Zhuang Xiaoya shook her head again: "Yang Lei is just a part of the Hong Kong Gate...... I think that the person Zeng Fan wants to kill the most should be Yan Ning. ”

Teng Yi and Zhang Quan couldn't help but widen their eyes when they heard this: "What do you mean ......?"

"We must find Yan Ning right now now!" Zhuang Xiaoya said, stood up, and ran towards the second floor.

……

"The next auction item is thirty-six golden needles, Yan Ning, no matter how high the price is, it will be counted on my head. ”

Yang Lei looked at the auction table and said.

Yan Ning was not polite to Yang Lei, nodded silently, and looked at the auction table with dead eyes.

Before the curtain, the auctioneer said with a red face: "Next, the highlight of our auction tonight - the thirty-six golden needles of Maoshan Wumen!" (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )