"A sword of an uncertain age, how is it possible? Isn't it possible to judge the age of this sword with Meng Lao's experience and eyesight?"

"What's the matter, Meng Lao has never photographed an object that he is not sure of!"

Someone in the audience said to themselves, their faces were full of incredulity, because Meng Lao is not only an auctioneer, but also an appraiser with a high status in the industry, and there are even things that he can't judge the age!

Meng Lao glanced at the performance of everyone in the auction hall, and continued to speak: "After the appraisal of many appraisers in this auction house, we have come to the conclusion that this is a sword in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period, neither the craftsmanship nor the texture can be replicated by modern technology, and its characteristics are seven points similar to the Longquan Sword of Ou Yezi, the sword-casting master recorded in ancient books, we seem to have good reasons to identify that it is a Spring and Autumn Ancient Sword, and it is even very likely to be the work of Master Ou Yezi!"

As soon as Meng Lao's words came out, the audience suddenly set off a gasping sound, and the eyes of several old guys on the second floor suddenly brightened, and an old man who couldn't nourish his qi at home actually stood up from his seat and clasped his hands tightly on the guardrail. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Shen Jiarou's pretty face was also flushed with excitement, and the only expressionless person in the field was probably only Meng Lao and Zhang Zichen beside Shen Jiarou.

Meng Lao's eyes scanned the audience, and stopped for a moment on Zhang Zichen's body on the second floor, Zhang Zichen instantly felt as if there was some kind of invisible pressure surrounding him.

Meng Lao actually had deep doubts in his heart, he had already learned from Zhao Kang's mouth that the Dragon Yin Sword was commissioned by this young man for auction, and some of his uncertainties about the Dragon Yin Sword had all turned into curiosity about Zhang Zichen himself.

"But..."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the field and the emotions of everyone had been mobilized, Meng Lao suddenly made a turn, and everyone immediately looked at him suspiciously.

"But after the determination of the carbon element, we found that this sword seems to have been cast in recent years or even decades and hundreds of years, such a vague identification result has never been in the past, so I solemnly remind you here that the dragon sword in this auction is suspected to be the work of Ou Yezi in the Spring and Autumn Period, but it may also be an imitation made by later generations, but there is no doubt that this dragon sword is undoubtedly peerless and precious, even if he is not Ou Yezi's own work, it must be cast by Ou Yezi's descendants, and its appreciation and collection value are infinitely close to the legendary ancient sword。

The auction of this dragon sword is now open, the starting price is 10 million, each increase is 10 million, the highest bidder wins, if no one responds after three bids, it will be deemed that the lot belongs to the last bidder. ”

As soon as Meng Lao's voice fell, someone in the hall on the first floor held up a sign, although he knew that it was impossible to get this treasure, but there were still some people who were unwilling to try their luck.

"Thirty-two twenty-million!"

"Forty-three, thirty million!"

...

"Thirty-nine ninety-million!"

The bidding price is gradually soaring, those on the second floor have not yet started, and the number of people in the hall on the first floor is gradually decreasing.

"110 million on the 13th!"

In the No. 13 private room on the second floor, a middle-aged man finally couldn't hold his breath and made a bid.

On the second floor, someone gradually followed, and the price slowly rose to 250 million, which has exceeded the transaction price of most auction items in the past.

"A billion!"

In the No. 1 private room, Shen Peng was already a little annoyed, and directly quoted a price of one billion.

The eyes of a few old guys next to him were a little displeased, this price was actually a bit inflated if it was auctioned as a collector's item, after all, no matter how priceless it was, it had to be implemented into a specific value.

But the old guys followed up with anger.

"Three billion, one hundred million!"

"Five Billion Twenty Million"

...

"Eleventh billion, eight million!"

Auctioneer Meng Lao took the confrontation of the guests in his eyes expressionlessly, and read out their offers in a calm voice.

"Two billion!"

Shen Peng's face was hideous, and the price jumped a lot.

A few old guys squinted their eyes and glanced deeply at the No. 1 private room, and then did not continue to follow up, two billion to shoot this sword, even if it is really cast by Ou Yezi himself, it is slightly worthless, after all, the value of the cultural relics themselves depends on the value of it in people's hearts.

"Three billion!"

Shen Jiarou spoke for the first time, she must not let Shen Peng shoot this sword, otherwise let Shen Peng please her grandfather and magnify Shen Peng's power, and the hard work of two generations of the Shen family will be ruined.

"Eighteen, three billion!"

Meng Lao glanced at the private room where Shen Jiarou was and said calmly.

"Four billion!"

Shen Peng shouted with a hideous face.

"Five billion!"

Shen Jiarou was not to be outdone.

Zhang Zichen's teeth were sour when he heard it, five billion! Just for a sword! This is too loser, but everyone knows that he is the first loser of the century in the eyes of the world...

Shen Jiarou saw Zhang Zichen's heartbroken expression, and couldn't help but say a little angrily: "What are you unhappy about, anyway, the money is yours in the end, you have to hand over the sword to me as soon as possible, doesn't Miss Ben not have to suffer this grievance?"

"You really want this dragon sword?"

Zhang Zichen took a deep breath and said.

"It's not that I want it, it's my grandfather's lifelong dream is to collect a sword from Ou Yezi, he has been out of the world for a long time, if my unscrupulous cousin takes this sword to curry favor with my grandfather, his power will no longer be limited, and the hard work of my grandfather and parents is likely to fall into the hands of this wicked man!"

Speaking of this, Shen Jiarou's eyes were a little red, in order to keep her parents' hard work, she has been fighting with Shen Peng over the years, and I don't know how much suffering she has suffered. The bitterness in her heart has never been said to anyone, but now that she thinks of the sadness, she can't help but open her heart and confide in Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen saw Shen Jiarou's red eyes, and his heart suddenly felt distressed, it was the first time he saw Shen Jiarou showing such a fragile side, even if he was almost burned by the hot soup that day, he never looked like he was about to cry.

Zhang Zichen regretted a little that he handed over the Dragon Yin Sword to Zhao Kang so early, it should be handed over to Shen Jiarou, even if this woman didn't give a penny, seeing Shen Jiarou about to cry, Zhang Zichen felt like he was being pulled up by something.

Suddenly, Zhang Zichen seemed to have woken up to something, so he asked tentatively: "You just said that your grandfather wants an Ou Yezi sword, is it as long as it is Ou Yezi's sword, and it doesn't matter if it's not a dragon sword?"

"What do you mean by this, isn't Ou Yezi's sword the Dragon Yin Sword, can you still conjure up another one? ”

Shen Jiarou said with a crying voice, Shen Peng had already increased the price to six billion, she hurriedly rubbed her eyes and quoted the price of seven billion, and Miss Shen let it out this time.

Not only were the people in the hall on the first floor boiling, but the auctioneer on the stage, Meng Lao, and a few old guys who gave up their bids were shocked, seven billion! This price is already ridiculously high!

"I mean, even if you don't have the Dragon Yin Sword, is it okay to have other Ou Yezi swords, like you just said, if I can conjure another one?"

Zhang Zichen wiped the tears that were about to flow from the corners of Shen Jiarou's eyes distressedly, and asked carefully again.

Shen Jiarou uncharacteristically acquiesced to Zhang Zichen's actions, if it had been in the past, I am afraid that Zhang Zichen's finger would have been broken by Miss Shen a long time ago.

"Yes, can you conjure it? I don't know what kind of dog you stepped on to get this sword, Ou Yezi's work is peerlessly cherished, just this dragon sword has been out for thousands of years, can you expect another one to fall from the sky? Don't comfort me, I said, I must take a picture of it tonight!"

Shen Jiarou's answer made Zhang Zichen breathe a sigh of relief, Shen Jiarou's kidnapping of him before and everything that happened after that came for the sake of the Long Yin Sword, he also thought that the Dragon Yin Sword had some special meaning that made Shen Jiarou so eager to do so, and now he knew that in addition to satisfying her grandfather's wishes, she simply didn't want this sword to become the key to her cousin Shen Peng's pry into the Shen family's industry.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zichen's mood suddenly improved, isn't it Ou Yezi's sword, he has a big one, didn't the star officer on duty say it last time, there are hundreds of them hanging in his bedroom!

He didn't believe that there was nothing better than the Dragon Yin Sword in the hundreds!

Zhang Zichen felt distressed, not because he felt sorry for his sword, but because he felt sorry for Shen Jiarou and Shen Jiarou for throwing hundreds of millions of money, as if it was all his money, Comrade Jade Emperor's mentality was very improper at this moment, obviously the higher Shen Jiarou's bid, the higher the income Zhang Zichen would get as a client, but he didn't have this kind of awareness, but felt sorry for Shen Jiarou.

Comrade Jade Emperor didn't realize that after getting along for half a month, he had gradually fallen into Shen Jiarou's love network, and regarded Shen Jiarou's joys, sorrows, and sorrows as heavier than his own, but he himself was still unaware.

Zhang Zichen was distracted at this moment, Shen Jiarou's offer has been raised to 12 billion, the audience was a sensation, everyone witnessed an exciting drama tonight, Shen Jiarou and Shen Peng's bids are all one billion and one billion upwards, if you don't watch it today, they may never see such a wonderful bid in their lives.

Shen Peng also raised the price to 13 billion with red eyes, but his red eyes were not a sad reflection of Shen Jiarou, but a gambler.

Seeing that Shen Jiarou gritted her teeth and wanted to continue to raise the price, Zhang Zichen hurriedly rushed forward and covered Shen Jiarou's seductive little mouth with her hand, raised her eyebrows, threw a big wink to Miss Shen, and then said in a magnetic bass:

"Niu'er, do you believe in brother!"