When Chu Yi shouted out 20 million, the eyes of the audience looked over.

Even the auctioneers thought they had heard it wrong. He remembered that the highest price record for such a bottle in the past was only 12 million US dollars, 15 million was already capped, and as for 20 million, it had never been.

Such people are either crazy or truly super-rich.

Anna was also stunned, looking at the young man in white with an incredible face. The two of them were chatting happily just now, why was everyone looking at me in the next second?

It seems that because the man reported a number.

Million.

Wait, twenty million!

Anna was stunned, since she worked at the auction house, there had never been a collection that fetched such a high price.

"Who is so good, throwing out 20 million dollars at once."

Because it was far away, Shen Youyou had to stand up.

"Yes, it's him—"

Seeing her best friend as if she had seen a ghost, Chen Junyi was also puzzled.

"Who's Yoyo?"

"Chu Yi! It's Chu Yi! He bought the bottle! ”

"What?!"

Hu Tianxiang Huo Ran got up, looked at Chu Yi, then sat down again, shook his head and said:

"Of course, there is some truth to this, but it will also damage the credibility of our Chinese."

"Uncle Xiang, what do you mean?"

Liu Qiran didn't know why.

"He should have deliberately quoted a high price and wanted to auction this antique, but we didn't have that much money, so we could only pay a liquidated damages in the end, so as to prevent the antique from falling into private hands. But from then on, we will also be blacklisted by auction houses. ”

Liang Dongyuan thought about it and came to such a conclusion.

"I see, I thought he was a rich man."

Shen Youyou's face was disdainful.

"Twenty million once."

"Twenty million for the second time."

"Twenty million—"

The auctioneer raised the gavel while looking into a corner.

Suzuki Shensi glared at Chu Yi hatefully, but in the end he didn't raise his card again, and the auctioneer made a final decision, and the multicolored dragon peony pattern vase was sold at a price of 20 million US dollars.

Just completed a transaction of 20 million US dollars, but Chu Yi didn't feel anything, still with a calm face, talking and laughing with Anna next to him.

Some people think that Chu Yi should be an invisible rich man, hidden deeply, or the illegitimate son of a certain huge rich man in China, who came to Japan to play. But many more people don't believe that a rustic, unsightly kid can actually pay $20 million for an antique vase.

"Brother Dongyuan, what should I do next, do you want to take another look?"

Hu Tianxiang asked.

"Let's take a look again, after all, you can't go home empty-handed."

At this time, the audience sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"He took another one."

Shen Youyou pointed to Chu Yi in the corner.

"Another one?"

Hu Tianxiang was stunned, thinking that he had misheard.

"How much did he bid this time?"

"Sixteen million dollars."

Chen Junyi said with a solemn face.

"Nonsense, it's nonsense!"

Li Xueming jumped up all of a sudden:

"Isn't this a waste of our money, when the time comes, a cultural relic can't be brought back, and more than 10 million yuan will be paid in liquidated damages!"

"Yes, in this way, the credibility of our Huaxia people will also be ruined!"

Tang Xianfang was quite worried.

"I don't think he's messing around."

Chen Junyi muttered in a low voice, and there were one quotation after another in her ears.

"Fifteen million."

"Twenty-two million."

"Eighteen million."

As Chu Yi quoted amazing prices again and again, every time an antique appeared, there were fewer and fewer people competing with him, and in the end, the whole audience was watching him bid alone.

"This man is either super-rich or crazy."

Soon, the last lot appeared - the plum blossom Tianmu cup of the official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Look, Fujino Jiro has raised his card, and the Chinese have met their opponents."

"He's not really going to grab something from Jiro Fujino."

At this time, Chu Yi still spoke indifferently:

"Eight million."

"Nine million."

Fujino Jiro squinted at Chu Yi, as if he didn't expect that someone would really dare to fight with him, and he was still from Huaxia.

"Ten million."

Chu Yi didn't raise his head, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

It seems that he is not in business now, but playing games, and does not care.

Seeing that the opponent was so indifferent, Fujino Jiro was furious in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Twelve million."

"Three million in one piece."

Chu Yi is still light and light. Jiro Fujino almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he wondered if it was a nursery invited by the organizers.

"Oh my God, what is he doing here?! Do you even want to grab what Jiro Fujino fancies? ”

Hu Tianxiang said with a pale face.

"I've been told, try not to have a conflict with Fujino Jiro, why don't you listen, it's not such a way to be in the limelight."

Liang Dongyuan shook his head in disappointment.

"Thirteen million, this plum blossom Tianmu cup from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty is yours, Mr. Chu."

With the auctioneer's hammer, the last lot of this auction was also won by Chu Yi.

"Yaga!"

Fujino Jiro looked at Chu Yi with an indifferent face, gritted his teeth, beckoned, and the man in the kimono behind him came up.

"Mr. Chu, you are really patriotic, you have taken fifteen treasures at once, it is really touching."

The auctioneer said.

"So how?"

Chu Yi was also slightly surprised, he didn't deliberately calculate, he just quoted a price directly and took it, he didn't expect that there would be as many as fifteen pieces.

"Sir, will you pay now, or—"

"Now, of course, I'll be back in two days."

Chu Yi casually took out a bank card and handed it over.

It was a very ordinary card, with no elaborate patterns and a very ordinary material.

Anna took the card with a trembling hand.

Reason told her that this man couldn't have so much money, a whole 200 million dollars!

Even the richest man in Tokyo can't take out 200 million at once without blinking an eye, and it's still dollars!

What she didn't know was that Chu Yi, as a reborn immortal cultivator, didn't value money in the first place, and even he didn't know how much money he had on hand.

But subconsciously, she hoped that Chu Yi would be a super-rich man, even if it was almost impossible.

Anna hurried away with her bank card, and sent it back after a while.

"Mr. Chu, thank you for your generosity, you are the richest Chinese I have ever met."

The auctioneer exclaimed.

At this time, everyone understood that this unattractive young man was really rich, not a bluff, and not a pretense.

"Uncle Xiang, he really bought all the antiques."

Liu Qiran said word by word.

"It turns out that he is really a rich second generation, and there seems to be no surname Chu among the top rich people in China. By the way, he must be an illegitimate child! ”

Shen Youyou suddenly realized.

Here, Hu Tianxiang, Liang Dongyuan and others reacted and had already gone up to help carry the box.

"Brother Chu, you are really generous, you bought all the cultural relics at once."

"I wonder what you're going to do with these antiques? Would you like to consider donating a few items to the museum? ”

Liang Dongyuan suggested.

Everyone looked at Chu Yi, after all, he was the owner of the antiques, even if he wanted to bring it back to his own collection, others couldn't say half a word.

"If you're embarrassed, donate one."

Afraid that Chu Yi would refuse, Hu Tianxiang hurriedly spoke.

"Then donate it all, it's useless for me to keep it."

Chu Yi shook his head and walked out first, leaving the shocked Hu Tianxiang and the others.

As soon as he went out, a middle-aged fat man in a suit and leather shoes greeted him, followed by a man in a kimono.

"Friend, stay."

Chu Yi turned his head and saw that it was the previous Humpty Dumpty Fujino Jiro.

"What?"

"I have been in my heart for a long time the plum blossom Tianmu cup you took just now, can you transfer it to me?"

"I can't."

Chu Yi simply refused.

"Yaga!"

The man in the kimono glared angrily.

"I'm willing to pay."

"Do you think I'm short of money?"

"Don't toast, don't eat, eat and drink! I'll ask you again, to give or not to give?! ”

Fujino Jiro had a hideous look on his face.

As a senior employee of Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, when has he suffered such a loss?

Faced with Fujino Jiro's threat, Chu Yi was stunned, and the man in the kimono screamed and rushed out with a lightning bolt.

"Stop!"

There was a loud shout, and at the same time, a figure rushed over, and grabbed a knife from the man in the kimono, and there was a muffled sound in the air.

"Don't deceive people too much, Ikeda!"

After fighting for a move, Liang Dongyuan collected his fists and feet and blocked in front of Chu Yi.

"Ikeda, kill him, I'll be responsible for what happens."

Fujino Jiro said gloomily.

The man in the kimono nodded, and slowly drew the long sword at his waist.

"Hey—"

Takeo Ikeda took a sharp step and slashed with his sword in both hands, and the sound of the wind breaking was terrifying.

In mid-air, three sword shadows appeared, encircling and killing from three different directions, left, middle and right, making it impossible to distinguish between fiction and reality.

"I am worthy of being a master of the eighth stage of swordsmanship, and my swordsmanship level has reached the realm of perfection, and my strength is not below me."

Liang Dongyuan dodged the sword qi with a short body, and at the same time swung out a punch, as if he had a gang qi, forcing Ikeda back, and then a series of eagle falcon leg techniques, which were fast and agile and unguardable.

"Is this the strength of the Qi Sect master, it's too powerful."

Liu Qiran's eyes widened, this was the first time he had seen a duel between true Qi Sect martial artists, and his heart was shocked or shocked.

"Brother Dongyuan's boxing method is really a school of its own, with the fierceness of Baguazhang and the elegance of Tai Chi, which will not be able to get a glimpse of the Xuan Realm over time."

Hu Tianxiang nodded in admiration.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten moves, although the momentum was not small, but they were all reserved.

At this time, there was a noise not far away, and a group of Chinese rushed over under the leadership of an old man in Tang costume.

"Senior brother is here!"

Liang Dongyuan was overjoyed, forced Takeo Ikeda back with one punch, and retreated behind the old man in Tang costume.

This old man walked in a dragon and a tiger, and his cultivation was at the peak of the ninth stage of the Qi Sect, and his eyes were like torches, and he was Liang Dongyuan's senior brother Huo Donglai.

"Takeo Ikeda, give you three seconds to disappear from my eyes."

The old man said domineeringly.

"Three."

"Two."

Just as Huo Donglai was about to make a move, the man in the kimono scolded and left quickly.

Fujino Jiro was stunned and followed, but he cursed in his heart.