"Boom!"

As soon as Yan Murong's words came out, there was a noisy exclamation, and many guests who came to the reception suddenly stood up, and their eyes were all focused on the book in Yan Murong's hand.

Yan Murong held the book in his hand with a smile on his face, and walked towards the stage, his eyes glanced at these people who stood up, thinking to himself, it seems that there are a lot of people who know this book, so it's good, don't worry about running out of sales.

When Yan Murong walked to the front, he saw Zheng Wuming, who was sitting in the first row, looking at him, a flash of brightness in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

After handing the book to the auctioneer, he whispered a few more words, and then walked off the stage with a surprised expression on the auctioneer's face.

"Are you crazy?"

As soon as he sat down, Yan Minghua came over and said in a low voice. "How can this thing be put up for auction?"

She was really taken aback by Yan Murong's abrupt approach, she didn't know what this book represented and what it was, but she knew that Yan Murong and the women around her had been assassinated repeatedly because of the existence of this book.

"I'm not crazy, but someone is going crazy right away." Yan Murong smiled and said. "This book is so hot."

"Then you can't do that." Yan Minghua said with a frown.

"It's okay, everything in it is memorized in my head, now give me a pen and paper, and I can write it for you upside down." Yan Murong said softly. "Since they all want it, let them fight, just so I can see what they have in mind to fight it."

He did this because he knew there was nothing to compete for in this book - if I had to say that it was a collectible antique, and the second half was the main point.

Don't you all want it? Well, I'll meet your requirements.

"But—"

"Sister-in-law, do you believe me?" Yan Murong directly interrupted Yan Minghua's words and said. "Trust me, don't say more, I know it in my heart."

"I believe in you." Yan Minghua said in a low voice. "However, this book will cause a mess in anyone's hands."

"No, it won't." Yan Murong shook his head, glanced at where Zheng Wuming was sitting, and said. "Zheng Wuming is also here, he won't let others get his hands on it, let's just wait and watch the show."

"Are you a misfortune?" Yan Minghua asked with a smile.

"It doesn't count." Yan Murong shook his head. "It can only be regarded as a good deed, they chased after my ass and cried and shouted to get it, now it's okay, I'll take it out and sell it for some money, I can sell as much as I can, and I can do a little bit for the disaster area."

"That's a nice thing to say." Yan Minghua pursed his lips and stopped talking, because the auctioneer had already stood on the stage, and the book was also placed on the shelf of the ceremonial table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if no one else donations later, this book will be the last and most precious lot of the night." The middle-aged auctioneer, dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, said humorously. "In the meantime, I've asked our appraiser to confirm the authenticity of the book – it's the authenticity of the book, to be sure."

"Everybody knows that." After a pause, the auctioneer continued. "Hua Tuo is known as a divine doctor by our Chinese people, and of course, some people call him a medical immortal or a medical saint - but none of this matters. The important thing is that this book was written by Hua Tuo, but this book has been missing for thousands of years, and I am honored to stand and witness it today, and of course, thank you again for your generosity. ”

"In view of the historical value and collection value of this book, after discussion, the starting price of "The Green Capsule Sutra" is-"

Speaking of this, the auctioneer suddenly stopped, looked at the audience with a smile on his face, and said when he saw that everyone was focusing their eyes on him. "The starting price is -- $100 million."

"Wow-"

The auctioneer's words made the scene exclaim one after another again, and Yan Murong was lucky to attract everyone's attention again.

"This kid's head must have entered the water, 100 million? Who buys it. ”

"That's right, 100 million is not enough, it has to be US dollars - what is the current exchange rate? Six-piece seven? Whoever buys water is sick. ”

"Not necessarily." Objections were voiced. "You don't know, Zheng Wuming of the Zheng family is very good at business, and his medical skills are also good, I heard that it is still one of the three major Chinese medicine families in China, and it is estimated that he will buy it."

For a while, there was a lot of chaos in the audience, if it weren't for the fact that all of these people were in suits and leather shoes, they really followed up the vegetable market, and there was a discussion of everything.

Those who know a little about the "Green Capsule Sutra" are considering whether to buy it, and those who don't are discussing which person whose brain is caught in the door will pay for it.

"Little Swallow, I'm sure, you're really crazy." Yan Minghua was also taken aback by this price, shook his head and sighed. "100 million US dollars, if someone grabs it, the price will be at least doubled, and more than 1 billion Huaxia coins will be donated to the disaster area, you are really generous."

"How about it, do you want to make a price?" Yan Murong said with a smile.

"You're crazy, I'm not crazy." Yan Minghua rolled his eyes, stopped talking, and shifted his gaze to the top of the ceremony.

"Everyone, be quiet." The auctioneer shouted a few times, and waited for the audience to regain silence before speaking. "Now, the auction has officially begun, with a starting price of $100 million, and each price increase must not be less than $500,000."

As the auctioneer's voice fell, the scene suddenly fell silent, and to the auctioneer's embarrassment, no one shouted the bid.

"Has anyone made a bid?" The auctioneer looked at the crowd and asked.

"Has anyone bid-"

"Is there any-"

"One hundred and five million."

Just as the auctioneer was about to announce the failure of the auction, a deep voice suddenly came, making everyone look sideways.

Yanjing's first son, Zheng Wuming made a bid.

Hearing Zheng Wuming speak, the corners of Yan Murong's mouth curved into a good-looking arc, and he knew that Zheng Wuming would not give up this opportunity.

"There's really a head that's been caught in the door." Yan Minghua muttered quietly.

"Mr. Zheng bid 100.5 million, and there is no price increase." The auctioneer asked, holding up a small wooden hammer.

"110 million."

Another voice joined in, and when I followed the voice, I saw a young man with blond hair sitting there with a smile on his face, holding up a sign in his hand.

"120 million." Zheng Wuming spoke up again.

"Two hundred million!" Not to be outdone, the foreign man directly added 80 million, making everyone shout in their hearts that these two goods were in water.

200 million dollars, if you convert it into a coin, you can circle the earth several times, right?

Hearing the price shouted by the blonde man, Zheng Wuming's face suddenly sank, and his eyes looked over, but he was not in a hurry to increase the price.

"Two hundred and a half million." Suddenly, Yan Minghua, who was still shouting just now who is sick, stood up and shouted coquettishly. "You can sell it to anyone, but you don't sell it to foreigners."