Chapter 6: The Auction Someone should give him an explanation

The auction hall was crowded with acquaintances of the aristocracy and wealthy to sit and chat, while the less prominent guests walked around the room, trying to catch up with the faces that were so often featured in the media.

Among the people who were obviously present, the black-haired young man in a black dress sitting in the corner stood out as a standout.

It was undoubtedly a new face, and those who noticed him assured that they had never met the young man before.

Maybe it's just from some inconspicuous little family......

The guests quickly lost interest in the young man and went on to devote themselves to what they cared about.

No one noticed that the young man in the corner with his head down showed a playful smile on his face at this moment, and his fingers gently flicked the bidding screen in front of him.

He also came.

The black-haired young man, or Ye Zhao, raised his head and glanced at the main hall of this auction hall, the Roman-style buildings of the antique earth period made this place look more like a church, but the columns painted dark red and the bright golden dome made a wave of luxury sweep in from all directions. The golden lion emblem representing the royal family hangs in the center of the stage, silently announcing to everyone the unshakable power behind this auction center.

Ye Zhao suddenly felt ridiculous, and a sad look flashed in his eyes.

This main hall is obviously not small, but the crowd full of people in the banquet seems to be a little crowded. Waiters in white tuxedos are constantly moving from aisle to aisle, fulfilling the requests of the guests.

Is this what is called the life of high society?

That's what everybody is flocking to...... Is it prosperous?

Our heroes are on the bloody battlefield, and our nobles are in the voice of dogs and horses.

He suddenly wanted to escape, he felt at a loss in this place. However, Ye Zhao finally calmed down, and the familiar breath from the crowd reassured him, making his originally somewhat floating heart sink again.

The curtain was lifted on the stage, and the presenter, dressed in a black dress, walked out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this auction will start in five minutes, and I am the auctioneer. Please sit in your place and look at the bidding screen in front of you. I hope you don't miss out on what you love! ”

After the auctioneer said this, the lights on the stage suddenly turned on!

"Is there anyone here?" A cold voice came from the side, and Ye Zhao turned his head to meet a pair of ice-blue eyes. Seffil Arthur, Ye Zhao recognized him almost without much effort.

If Ye Zhao is a well-known waste wood, then Safir is a genius who is famous throughout the Emperor Star. With a near-perfect face and A-level spiritual power, he has been the most popular guide of the Emperor Star for seven consecutive years since he awakened his guide ability at the age of twelve.

However, the big beauty said that he only did the above.

Even the banquet in the General's Mansion a few days ago was very principled and did not go.

Ye Zhao shook his head in surprise, it was very unexpected that Sai Fei would appear here. He made a "please" gesture, and Seiffel thanked him and sat down.

Ye Zhao couldn't help but look at him again.

In fact, he has always admired this one...... Personality.

"What's the matter?" Sefir asked with a cold face.

"It's nothing," Ye Zhao shook his head, "Sorry for the faux pas." ”

Ye Zhao made some small moves on his face today, so no one recognized him as the young master of the Ye family. As for the ...... in front of him, Ye Zhao felt that even if he didn't do anything, with the other party's temperament, he probably wouldn't know who he was.

It is rumored that Seiffel is beautiful, cold, and stupid.

Ye Zhao saw that Sai Fei began to look through the auction list of this auction, so he also withdrew his attention from the other party and concentrated on doing his own thing. Like what...... Look at the text messages on the light brain.

"Who is that guy next to you, do you know each other well? - Ludwig

Ye Zhao raised his head and glanced around, but he didn't find half of Ludwig's figure, he had already sensed Ludwig's sentinel pheromones, but the other party didn't mean to come forward, so he didn't take the initiative to come up.

The corners of Ye Zhao's mouth raised.

"Best friends. - Ye Zhao"

There was no echo from Ludwig's side.

Ye Zhao felt that his mood at the moment was much better than at the beginning.

The two auctioneer's assistants lifted an ancient floor-standing clock to the stage, and Ye Zhao could see at a glance that it was a mechanical power clock that was born with the beginning of the appearance of mechas, with two built-in mechanical cores that were the most advanced at that time, which could ensure that the error would not exceed 0.1 milliseconds every two thousand years.

Although Ye Zhao could only study mecha development history and cultural studies in his previous life because of his physique, he was not unskilled.

This mechanical power clock can be regarded as a first-class antique category.

Sure enough, when the host introduced the history and announced the starting price, the price had been raised from 300,000 star coins to 5 million. The group of aristocratic and rich people raised their cards one after another, and they were bound to win today's first auction item.

Ye Zhao watched them fight with interest, but he didn't make any moves like Saifeier beside him.

He came here today for a different purpose, and he couldn't waste too much energy on these appetizers.

The antique clock was finally auctioned by a wealthy man for 9.05 million yuan, and Ye Zhao knew him, a frequent visitor to the economic section of the "Imperial Daily".

As time passed, the fifth lot on the stage was soon reached, and he felt a little bored. Based on the time, it wouldn't be long before the thing he was waiting for appeared.

Sure enough, after the fifth piece of "Ceylon Red Jade Nine Turns Exquisite Pagoda" was auctioned, a holographic projection appeared on the stage.

"This is our sixth lot of the day," the auctioneer said, his eyebrows fluttering, his expression reminiscent of the playful hosts of the Imperial Shopping Channel, "This lot is too large to be moved to the stage, so it will be presented to you in this way." This is a mighty A-class mecha named 'Chilling Cicada'. He came from the hands of an unnamed mecha master of the Federation, and he was indeed the product of the ultimate alchemical process. He was lost in a war five years ago, but was discovered by our surveyors on the Planet Bolandon two months ago......" He continued to introduce the silver-white mecha to everyone present, and finally glanced at the audience, "The starting price is one million, now please bid." ”

There was a rare silence in the hall, and those nobles and rich people looked at each other, but no one pressed the bidding screen for a long time.

It's just a mecha that doesn't have much reputation in terms of origin and grade, and most of the people present have no interest in collecting it. Even if you have money, you don't want to waste money on such inexplicable things.

"I'll give five million." A cold voice pierced the silence of the scene, and after everyone followed the sound, their eyes fell on Seifer, who was still maintaining the bidding gesture.

As if ignoring those gazes, Sefir's gaze remained straight on the projection on the stage.

A moment of astonishment flashed on Ye Zhao's face, and he immediately reacted and pressed the bidding screen: "Seven million!" ”

He also wondered why Sefir had not bid for any of the lots just now, but he didn't expect that the other party would come today with the same purpose as himself!

He looked at Sefir, who was also caught by himself, and his eyes were full of unyielding bravado.

That's what I wanted.

So what? That's what I want, too.

Just when the eyes of the two were about to spark when they collided, an offer suddenly came out of the VIP box on the second floor: "Fifteen million." ”

The eyes of the audience were attracted, and in addition to this sudden and violent quotation that had more than doubled, they were even more startled by this voice-there was someone upstairs today!

It is well known that there has always been a VIP box on the second floor of the main hall of the Storia Auction Center, but to this day no one has had the privilege of entering, or having the privilege of meeting the guests who have been able to enter that box.

What a big shot this should be!

The dark red curtain obscured the dignitary's true face, but an invisible momentum still spread to every corner of the hall, as if behind the curtain sat a king who ruled the world.

"Fifteen million two hundred and twenty thousand." After the silence, some people began to echo the price increase.

Ye Zhao couldn't help frowning.

Now the situation is obviously not something he can control. What those guests are best at is to see the wind and turn the rudder, and they believe that this rare guest has a unique vision, and the pride in their bones does not let them be left behind.

"Sixteen million." Without the slightest hesitation, Seiffel followed indifferently.

"Twenty million." is still the VIP guest in the VIP box, so far, no one else dares to compete with him without interest.

This man has come with a determination to win.

Ye Zhao gritted his teeth and glanced upstairs: "Twenty-five million!" ”

If Dio had been there, he would have exclaimed loudly that you kid is crazy! For an A-class discarded mecha with no intelligence, such a price was actually offered, and more importantly, he didn't bring enough money.

That's right, as early as when the person upstairs offered the price of "20 million", it meant that Ye Zhao no longer had the capital to bid with him. He only had a total of 10 million funds in his account, plus the 10 million he borrowed from Dior a few days ago, which was just 20 million.

However, Ye Zhao was unwilling, how could he let the goal he had prepared for so long be disappointed.

There was a brief silence again, and the guests seemed to have finally noticed the dark-haired young man who had participated in the bidding all the way, and they all looked at this direction.

Ye Zhao didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't even pay attention to the fact that Safir next to him was staring at him. He raised his head and looked haughtily at the man upstairs - he was sure that the guy must be watching him at the moment.

"Twenty-five million once." The auctioneer raises a hammer.

"Twenty-six million!" Sefir looked unwilling.

"Thirty million."

Ye Zhao's tone had become extremely calm, as if what he had just said was just an ordinary string of numbers. He didn't take his eyes off the dark red suede curtain, and he didn't mind continuing to follow up if anyone dared to continue to raise the price.

Safir bit his lower lip, but didn't say anything more: he couldn't afford to raise the price anymore.

"Thirty million times—"

"Thirty million for the second time—"

"Thirty million - deal!" The auctioneer dropped the hammer, and the final result of the transaction was settled.

The guest in the box did not say anything more, the curtain trembled slightly, and the person behind the curtain had left.

Ye Zhao looked at the light brain that the account had been transferred to 30 million star coins, and felt that someone should give him an explanation.