The Zhengang sword that had just come out of the sheath was broken like a crispy wide noodle, and the upper half of the sword body fell to the ground with a clang, and Bi Fang's two eyeballs seemed to fall with it, and they shattered to the ground.

The Zhengang sword was broken, and it was inexplicably broken into two, Bi Fang was stunned with a short sword, his mouth wide open and he kept inhaling cool air, and the ancient sword worth 80 million was broken like this?

Everyone at the scene was paying attention to Bi Fang and the broken sword in his hand, and all kinds of eyes gathered together to be wonderful, some regretful, some stunned, some incomprehensible, and some gloating...... The auction fell into a state of stagnation, no one cared what the next auction item was, and everyone wanted to know how the Zhengang Sword worth 80 million was broken?

Zhang Chuang secretly gave Ye Fei a thumbs up and praised in a low voice: "Ye Zi, you really have you." ”

Ye Fei had already quietly put away the slingshot and said softly: "Let's go, so as not to make people suspicious." ”

Zhang Chuang shook his head and smiled: "Wrong, let's leave now and become a place without three hundred taels of silver, it's better to stay and see the excitement." ”

Ye Fei thought about it, what Zhang Dashao said was very reasonable, if he left now, it was likely to arouse the suspicion of others, and it would only cause more trouble at that time, and the best way was to wait and see what happened.

Bi Fang stood in place for a long time, trembling violently as if he was convulsive a few times, raised his hand to interrupt the sword qi and shouted loudly: "This sword is broken, I want to return it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, most of the people at the scene threw him a look like an SB, just now everyone saw the generosity of the goods throwing the check, and now the money and goods are clear, and if you want to return the goods, let alone the door, not even the window.

Situ Jianhong stood up and looked at the old man Huafa beside him with inquiring eyes, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

The old man with Huafa twisted his eyebrows slightly, shook his head slightly, Situ Jian took a breath, left his seat and walked quickly towards the small door on the side of the auction table, taking out his mobile phone to make a call as he walked.

Bi Fang was already completely messed up, holding the broken sword and constantly shouting for returns, but no matter how he shouted, no one cared, and even several guests sitting on both sides of him quietly got up and changed seats, letting him dance and sing a one-man show.

The one-man show sang for about five minutes, and finally waited for a supporting role, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in a black suit, who rushed straight to Bi Fang and slapped his hand, turning the goods three hundred and sixty degrees to the left, standing firm, with five clear fingerprints on half of his face, and the half-truncated sword also flew out of his hand.

"Dad, why did you hit me?" Bi Fang covered his cheeks and looked at the middle-aged man opposite aggrievedly, there seemed to be water flashing in his eyes, this is his father, Bi Daofan, president of Bi Group, a figure with a face in the Kaifeng business circle, he is usually arrogant and domineering, but he can't lose his temper in front of his father, and he can only consider himself unlucky after being slapped in the face.

Bi Daofan happened to accompany customers to dine at the Dorsett Hotel, and when he learned that his only son was making a fuss at the auction, he immediately rushed over, and then staged a big drama of 'five girls and godson' in public.

"Brute, don't get out of here quickly." Bi Daofan scolded angrily, raised his slap and made a gesture to pull it down.

"Don't!" Bi Fang screamed in fright, his eyes were full of doubts, he really didn't understand why his father slapped himself indiscriminately, but he was unwilling to lose 80 million in vain.

"I didn't break the True Sword, I want to return it......"

Syllable! A 'pot sticker' slammed into Bi Fang's face, causing his head to tilt to the left-hand side, Bi Daofan scolded: "Get your mother, a shameful brute, don't pick up the things on the ground and go back with Lao Tzu." ”

Bi Fang was pumped against the fire, turned his head and said loudly without thinking: "If you don't get my mother, where will there be me!" ”

"Hahaha!" I don't know who couldn't hold back the laughter, and then the laughter came and went as if it would be contagious, and everyone else in the venue opened up and laughed loudly except for a few people who were familiar with the Bi family.

"A beast who doesn't know whether to live or die!" Bi Daofan didn't expect his son to suddenly pop out such a sentence, his tense face was blue and white for a while, and the big slap was raised up and slapped down hard.

Syllable! This slap completely woke Bi Fang up, he knew that his father had made a choice, as for the reason, he would naturally understand it when he went back, gritted his teeth and raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, bent down to pick up the broken sword, bowed his head and walked towards the door.

The Bi family father and son left, and the auction continued, and a graceful cheongsam girl walked up to the auction table with a metal tray and a red velvet square brocade box in the center of the plate.

The auctioneer reached out and picked up the brocade box and held it in his palm, and said with a smile: "The next auction is a very magical object, the mussel disease bead." As he spoke, he tapped the brass buckle on the brocade box with one finger, and the lid snapped open, revealing a bead the size of a pigeon's egg.

This bead is not small, the surface is gray and dull, at first glance it looks like an object taken out of some kind of stone, the mussel bead, this name makes people feel a little strange to hear.

The auctioneer walked half a circle on the stage with a brocade box in his hand, and said in a subdued voice: "The pearl of the bright moon, the disease of the mussel and my benefit, the pearl is conceived by the pain of the big mussel, the pearl has the effect of soothing the nerves and analgesia, the eyes are clear, detoxifying and building muscles, etc., this mussel disease pearl is the best natural pearl, according to legend, it is the treasure of the Ming Zhengde Emperor to the love of his life Liu Liangnu, the body can be worn with a hundred poisons without invading, the face is permanent, after hundreds of years this pearl is brilliant and restrained, but the effect is still magical, the auction reserve price is 500,000, each increase is not less than 50,000, Please raise your bids. ”

There is an unwritten rule in the antique industry, with the word "legend" at the beginning is not certain, there is no historical basis, quite a lot of wild history. It can be concluded that this mussel disease pearl is something that exists in the wild history, and the valuation is naturally not too high.

An old pearl worth 500,000 yuan, let the auctioneer blow the sky is difficult to arouse the interest of collectors, the auctioneer painted a picture of the history of the mussel disease pearl, no one raised a card, cold!

The people who participated in the auction were all senior Tibetan friends from the business world, fighters among the elites, and everyone had done their homework before participating in the auction, and had already set the goal of the sale, and the chicken-ribbed objects such as mussel beads were not within the scope of their consideration.

Ye Fei looked at the beads in the brocade box from afar, and a thought flashed in his mind, if he bought it, he might not suffer a loss. As soon as the thought moved, he opened his mouth and whispered: "Brother Chuang, I want to buy this mussel pearl!" ”

Before the words fell, Zhang Chuang grabbed the bidding card and held it high, shouting without thinking: "600,000!" ”