Hearing this voice, Ning Qinghua, who was sitting in the corner of the auction hall, couldn't help but be stunned, and when he looked at it, he really had a narrow road, and it was really the best young master, the son of the director of the Xiangnan County Public Security Bureau.

Ning Qinghua knew his identity, but the other medicinal material buyers in the venue didn't know where the "Wang Shao" in his mouth was sacred, and he was so dominant in Anxin Night Market, but he had never had anything to do. However, the people who can enter this Tianzi field in everything, who is not a well-informed person who has traveled from south to north, just looking at Wang Keqiang's rogue energy, he naturally knows that he must be the son of that official.

As the saying goes, the poor do not fight with the rich, and the rich do not fight with the officials. In China, a society with thousands of years of official-oriented thinking, officials have always been at the top of the food chain of the entire society. In ancient times, the county order was broken and the prefect was destroyed, which was a bloody record of reality. However, in modern society, this kind of extreme situation does not happen very often. It's just that the Chinese people, who have long had the character of "fear of officials" from the roots, even if they are rich and rival the country, when facing people in the official face, they will inevitably feel inferior.

The auctioneer didn't expect such a situation, and he was stunned on the spot for a while, and finally could only look at the faces of the shareholders on the side of the venue. After all, in this Anxin Night Market, these shareholders are the real principals. And some old customers who often come to Anxin naturally know the identities of those people, and they can't help but turn their faces to them to see how they will deal with this matter.

These shareholders of Anxin Night Market are also sweating at this time. Although they are all the most well-known local medicinal herb merchants in Fengguo County, each of them has assets of more than 100 million. It's just that even they all have their own way to heaven, and they often have one or several prominent figures in the officialdom behind them to rely on. The "Wang Shao" in front of him really doesn't know where it is sacred, let alone Fengguo County, even if it is Wan'an City above, I haven't heard of any real power leader surnamed Wang.

"What are you making a fuss about, don't sit down yet!"

A young girl sitting next to Wang Keqiang grabbed the hem of his clothes and dragged him back to his seat. This girl is not tall, small and delicate, but her face is not bad. Wang Keqiang, who stood up, just stood in front of her, and as soon as she appeared, the shareholders next to the front desk of the auction were "chuckled" in their hearts.

That girl is definitely not small, the current mayor of Wan'an City is her father, although these people have not dealt with the mayor's daughter, but they still know that there is such an eldest lady.

To be able to sit with such an eldest lady to participate in the auction, this so-called "Wang Shao" must also be from an extraordinary background. In such a situation, it really made these people sit on wax, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

The other people in the field were all shrewd, and they naturally knew something about these shareholders of Anxin Night Market, and when they saw their embarrassment at this time, they immediately confirmed the guess in their hearts.

It seems that today's nearly 200-year-old ginseng must have no chance with his own people.

"Hello uncles, you can shoot how you want, don't listen to his nonsense!"

The daughter of the mayor's family is not as shallow as Wang Keqiang, knowing that this Anxin Night Market has a prominent position in the domestic medicinal herb industry, and it is directly under the jurisdiction of her father, she obviously does not want to leave a reputation of bullying outside, so she took the initiative to walk in front of those shareholders and explained with a smile.

As soon as the shareholders saw the eldest lady coming, they all stood up from their seats one by one, and when they heard this explanation, they naturally agreed again and again, but they all smiled bitterly in their hearts. …,

The situation in front of him, as long as he is a clear-eyed person, how can he not see it, even if it is really as she said, how to shoot it, but who will really bid with them for this old ginseng. But it's a thing of the past, as for Lizi, these medicinal herb merchants sitting here, I'm afraid that no one is better than anyone else, everyone has more or less contact with the official face, and when they encounter this situation, it is already considered to be burning high incense to save face.

From Wang Keqiang standing up to the eldest lady of the mayor's family coming forward, the situation in the Tianzi field is said to be changing rapidly, but from beginning to end, Ning Qinghua's eyes have never left Wang Keqiang.

Wang Keqiang's bid number is No. 008, sitting in the closest row of seats to the auction front desk, Ning Qinghua is in the corner away from the front desk, Ning Qinghua saw Wang Keqiang, Wang Keqiang did not find Ning Qinghua at all from beginning to end.

That is, this guy almost took his own life, if it weren't for his coincidence of cultivating immortal classics like "Fu Zheng Shen Gang", even if he didn't die, he would be half paralyzed.

The reason why Ning Qinghua didn't settle accounts with Wang Keqiang before, and even after the other party came to the door, he just swept off the other party's face, the most important reason was that Ning Qinghua at that time had no means to take revenge.

Although Ning Qinghua's skills were no longer weaker than those of Tiehu at that time, in the face of modern firearms, he was not much different from ordinary people. As for using spells to secretly attack, it is even more impossible. Before condensing into the land god position, Ning Qinghua had mastered many powerful techniques, but with his cultivation at that time, he could only use some of the most superficial auxiliary formations such as the Spirit Gathering Array, the kind of spells that could easily hurt people's lives, even if Ning Qinghua used it, not to mention the effect, it would inevitably cause some damage to himself.

However, the current situation is different, and Ning Qinghua will naturally not let go of such an opportunity.

He used his spiritual eye to sweep over Wang Keqiang's body, but found that there were five or six yin spirits attached to his body, even if he was dozens of meters away, Ning Qinghua could feel the heavy resentment contained in those few evil qis.

I really didn't expect that Wang Keqiang, a young man who was at most twenty-five or sixteen years old, would have five or six lives in his hands. And all of them were women before their deaths, and Ning Qinghua could roughly guess one or two of them.

If it were an ordinary person, being entangled by such a heavy evil aura full of resentment day and night, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago. The reason why Wang Keqiang can still be happy now is only because he is shrouded in a thin layer of lilac luck.

The wealth and power that people often say in the world are overwhelming, and in the eyes of those who cultivate the Tao, it is true. Those who have great wealth and power, even if they are not cultivators, have a kind of luck in their bodies, which can be regarded as a special aura. Such a person's words and deeds affect the fate of many people and even the country, so the Heavenly Dao will naturally send down luck to protect his body from the invasion of external evils. And if a cultivator wants to forcibly attack such a person, he will definitely bear great cause and effect, and he will be counterattacked by the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, cultivators who have truly stepped on the path of immortality are unwilling to deal with these two types of people, and often they are involved in too many causes and effects, for fear of affecting their own cultivation.

It is said that with Wang Keqiang's nominal identity as a policeman, he should not have such luck, even if this luck is extremely weak, it can make it difficult for those few evil qi to get close.

After thinking about it for a while, Ning Qinghua understood that there was only one reason why he was able to obtain this luck, that is, his surname was Wang, and he was a son of a family of internal politics.