Eighteen million! Sky-high price! Han Wen Xueyu covered her cherry mouth with her hand, and her face was full of disbelief and unimaginability.

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The fastest updated novel, the fat on Fat Wu's body, began to belly dance again, trembling and disgusting.

Chen Yi is not much better, his eyeballs almost didn't pop out, this door-picking goods and miser, the money he has seen in this life does not add up to 18 million!

Bai Zongliang was furious, his eyes were nailed to the cursive paper, unwilling to the extreme.

This pair of Zhang Xu's "Four Posts of Ancient Poems", if it comes to him, he will have the confidence to sell it for 25 million, but the funds he can use have reached the limit, and he has no ability to compete with Liu Changchun anymore.

"Boy, are you satisfied with the price?"

A few minutes later, no one raised the price again, and Liu Changchun said angrily.

It was only at this time that Chen Yi, who was shocked and dropped his jaw, came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "Satisfied, satisfied, of course satisfied, but let the old man break the bank again, you are kind enough to do bad things, it is too undeserved." ”

It's a pity that there are no murder weapons such as sticks and hammers here, otherwise the big guy would have to beat out this cheap and obedient slut.

"Why don't you give me a few million cheaper?"

Liu Changchun teased.

"Don't, don't, isn't that not giving your old man face, you just said, it's not bad for one million or two million, and these five or six million are not much higher, and besides, if it spreads out in the future, your old man will be 180,000 and win Zhang Xu's "Four Ancient Poems", which is also a beautiful talk, I can't make a mess for you."

Chen Yi's broken mouth was about to say that it was a flower, but going around was a purpose.

If you want to be cheap, there are no doors!

"Come on, don't give me nonsense, don't give me a bank account number quickly, otherwise I will regret it later, don't cry and beg me."

Liu Changchun hatefully drank the remaining tea in the teacup, and "poof" again

spit out a mouthful of tea residue, which is really angry with this goods.

"Okay, this is for you, the card number is ......"

Chen Yi's memory is very good, especially for his several bank cards, he is even more familiar with it, and hurriedly reported the card number to the old man.

A middle-aged man in a black suit behind Liu Changchun had already put an open notebook in front of him and transferred the eighteen million to Chen Yi on the spot.

After he finished the transfer, he glared at Chen Yi and said, "Boy, if you meet good things in the future, you have to remember the old man, but don't forget it in the blink of an eye." ”

Chen Yidao: "Definitely, definitely, if there are good things, I must think of you, you can rest assured!" ”

The auction continued, but after this big high~ tide, these people couldn't lift their spirits, as if they were still immersed in the shock just now.

Only Bai Zongliang held back his strength, the money was like a strong wind blowing down, and he didn't want to collect things, the price of many things in Wu Fatzi and Li Xiangchun had far exceeded the market price, and he didn't know how to deal with it after he took it away.

Anyway, this kid is just weird.

It seemed that all the good things were going to be finished here tonight, and it didn't take long for a slightly honest middle-aged man to take out a few things from the early Ming Dynasty, so that everyone here once again fell into chaos.

This person is the person who sold the ancient mirror to Wu Fatzi.

Chen Yi was also able to gain a strong yin qi from the objects he brought.

There were three things he brought, a blue and white porcelain vase, a bloody stone boy descending the mountain, and a broken sword.

Compared with these three things, the ancient mirror he sold to Wu Fatzi was simply rubbish.

At that time, Wu Fatzi spent less than 10,000 yuan to buy the ancient mirror, but now each of these three things has been auctioned for more than 3 million.

The blue and white porcelain vase and the bloody stone carving boy descending the mountain are the best in the antiques, and the broken sword is also a great source, according to Liu Xiangchun, it should be the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty Zhu Yuanzhang.

In the end, the blue and white porcelain vase and the bloodstone carving boy went down the mountain and were taken away by Bai Zongliang at a price of 3 million and 4.7 million, while the broken sword was auctioned off by Chen Yi at a high price of 7.5 million.

The purpose of his coming here was to find a magic weapon, and it was a pure accident to get that pair of Zhang Xu's wild grass.

Fortunately, this accident was also appreciated, otherwise Chen Yi would not have been able to buy this broken sword if he sold his blood.

The broken sword was not only surrounded by yin qi, but also with an extremely fierce murderous aura on him.

The white tiger is golden, and the main killer is killed.

And this murderous broken sword is exactly the best material for making the white tiger.

Chen Yi's trip can be said to be a full load, not only got a magic weapon, but also more than 10 million windfalls.

With this 10 million, he can ensure that the orphanage will live a worry-free life in the next ten years, and Li Haoran will no longer have to go to the municipal party committee to break his leg and get a penny.

As long as Fang Yixuan's kid doesn't play any tricks and honestly builds the orphanage's new home, the orphanage's difficulties can be said to be perfectly solved.

As for Bai Zongliang, Chen Yi observed him all night, and was sure in his heart that this kid would definitely not finish like this.

But until the end of the exchange meeting, Bai Zongliang didn't make a move.

And Chen Yi and the others did not have the slightest obstacle along the way, and returned home smoothly.

This made Chen Yi very puzzled, he didn't think that he could subdue this kid with a slap.

Quancheng Bai family.

Bai Zongliang stood there straight, his brother with a gloomy face, Bai Zongming.

At this time, his face was still burning with pain, and he had endured it all night.

Those other people usually respect themselves very much, but when something happens, no one will not laugh.

He was slapped by Chen Yi and flew out, and was reprimanded like a dog by Liu Changchun, and he had to swallow his anger and sit there as if nothing had happened.

It's even worse than slaughtering him with a knife!

Every time his eyes came, he felt like he had been slapped again, which hurt more than Chen Yi's beating.

He could imagine how gloating those people would have been, he must have been like a clown at the time.

"Ryoko, let's forget about this matter!"

"Give me a reason."

Bai Zongliang rarely asks his eldest brother for anything, and occasionally looks for him, no matter how troublesome he is, he will help himself.

But what's wrong this time, the eldest brother actually let himself forget it?

He couldn't figure it out!

Bai Zongming groaned slightly, "You should know the Feng family in the real estate industry, right?" ”

"Feng family?"

Bai Zongliang was disdainful, "Didn't the Feng family fall a few days ago?" Could it be that this kid has something to do with the Feng family? ”

"Yes, it has something to do with it!"

"Hmph, so what, the dead tiger is worse than the cat, their Feng family is taking care of themselves, and they still have time to care about these things?"

"When I say that he has a relationship with the Feng family, I mean that he is the culprit of the fall of the Feng family."

When Bai Zongliang heard this, he was taken aback.

The affairs of the Fang family were in an uproar a few days ago, and he also heard some rumors, knowing that the Fang family seemed to have kidnapped a few women for some kind of ritual, and just when it was about to succeed, a killing god appeared and slaughtered fourteen people in one night with a compound bow, making the Feng family fall short and uprooting it.

This killing god who killed fourteen people was later protected by the great leadership of the provincial department and was not punished at all.

Could it be that Chen Yi is the killing god?

Bai Zongliang recalled his powerful slap, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Fourteen people were killed, and they still care about one of themselves?

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