Du Haitang also came.

She didn't seem to see me, so she hurriedly went in, looking very low-key, and she didn't have a few people with her.

Because this auction is a bit "semi-public", that is, only those who receive an invitation can participate, which shows that Du Haitang, like Song Weimin, is among the invitees, but why wasn't our northern faction invited? Our northern faction is still a snake in the land!

Song Weimin couldn't say who the organizer was, only that this auction was not often held, and the time was not fixed, but everything was good, and it was introduced by his rich friends.

Then Song Weimin pointed out to me, this one in a black suit is the chairman of a supermarket chain, and the one in a striped suit is the founder of a certain clothing brand, all of whom are not bad for money.

If you can attract these people, there must be something real.

But I'm here for the ass, and I don't care about the rest.

Entered this building, the width of the inside scared me, I didn't see it outside, the flowers and trees inside are sparse, antique, a bit like the fairy cave, and the Imperial Garden in the Forbidden City is almost the same, even a little bigger than the Imperial Garden.

Although we are a county seat, it can "border" the capital, so there are indeed some old palaces left by Manchu princes, and it is estimated that this is one of them.

This kind of place should be handed over to the state, and now it can be used as private territory, which shows the awesomeness of the organizers.

Entered the vermilion lacquer corridor and went around inside, to a very large hall, the layout is also antique, the inside is similar to a movie theater, there are already a lot of people sitting on top of each other, there is a second floor here, it is almost the same as in the costume drama, and it can also be overlooked from above, it is estimated that it is a "elegant seat", the kind of SVIP territory.

Song Weimin whispered to me one by one, there are bigwigs from all walks of life in all directions, and there are many people who are richer than Song Weimin.

I nodded and sat down, the location is on the first floor, it is estimated that it is an ordinary ticket, and everyone has a small sign under their hands, holding up and singing the price.

This auction house obviously looks at people according to their status, and even the famous Song Weimin can only get ordinary tickets, so what is the identity of the "elegant seat" on the second floor.

As soon as I looked up, I found that Du Haitang was sitting in a box upstairs, looking down leisurely, this place is basically a few half-old men, there are few women, it is rare to have such a beauty, the eyes of the big guy can't help but float to Du Haitang.

But Du Haitang seemed to be accustomed to this kind of look, so he still sat on the second floor coldly, and looked intently at the center of the auction hall.

My tortoise shell was pulled out for auction first, because I was in a hurry to cash it out to raise money for my ass, and the rule here is that after shouting the price, you have to pay for it immediately and then auction the next item.

A very handsome young man came to the stage and began to introduce this turtle shell, the information was prepared by Lu Hengchuan, and he did his best to brag about it, what a rare treasure, a unique product that has not been in place for thousands of years, a psychic holy relic, indestructible, or something, and the turtle shell shines under the light of the headlight, and it is indeed brilliant and can brighten people's eyes.

Azo looked at the turtle shell and sighed.

I knew that she actually liked this turtle shell very much, but unfortunately we couldn't keep the turtle shell, so I comforted her, and when this thing was sold for money and exchanged for her ass, I would buy you other good jewelry.

Ah Zuo shook his head sensibly, saying that Brother Qianshu just remembered her, and nothing else mattered.

Tang Benchu also sighed, and said solemnly, when he has money in the future, he will definitely buy the turtle shell back for Ah Zou.

You kid might as well go to Lu Hengchuan as a teacher, and the ability to brag can be passed on.

Lu Hengchuan was not interested in this topic, and poked me: "Someone is going to be fooled." ”

When I looked, there was an old man with a half-aged Mediterranean hairstyle holding up a sign.

"People are looking at the turtle shell, right?" I glared at Lu Hengchuan: "Do you say that you can fucking stop demolishing your own platform like this?" It's not a black-hearted quilt. ”

"It's all the same." Lu Hengchuan said calmly.

Forget it, Lao Tzu will eat popsicles and pull popsicles with you - no words, no melting.

"That's the owner of the Qimao Auction House!" Song Weimin knew the Mediterranean, and said in a low voice: "His attainments in literary and antique are notoriously high, and if he can be interested in this turtle shell, it means that this is the real thing, you look at it, the transaction price of the turtle shell is not low." ”

, when we meet someone in the industry who carries a handle to the palm of the eye to testify, then our luck is really good!

Sure enough, the Mediterranean made such a move, and several other people who had a wait-and-see opinion on the turtle shell also settled down and scrambled to raise the sign.

There was also a low voice of discussion around him: "This kind of turtle is rare, not to mention that it is still so big, it must be difficult to meet, this auction house is really powerful, this kind of thing can be found." ”

"Yes, the condition is also very good, and the living creatures that are left behind must be unique."

Soon, this price was speculated to a height that I didn't expect, and I really didn't know that Lao Tzu had become an invisible rich man since he started playing with this turtle shell.

It would be great if the money could be left after it was slapped on the ass, and how much merit would be made!

The voices of the bidding came and went, and now it has reached a white-hot stage, and the people around are talking more enthusiastically: "The first auction item is at such a high price, it seems that this time, we really didn't come in vain." ”

"Yes, Zhuyu is in front, and the back must be better."

The young man who was the host on the stage shouted the price above with ease: "300 million, Mr. Wang's 300 million for the first time!" ”

I couldn't believe it, so I immediately grabbed the hand of the dead fish eye and asked him, "Does it hurt?" ”

The dead fish shook me off and glared at me, "You fool pinch yourself." ”

"350 million, Mr. Ma's first, second, and third ......" The host clapped his hands: "Congratulations to Mr. Ma for taking this turtle shell!" ”

According to Song Weimin's introduction, this Mr. Ma is also a mineral, rich and rivals the country, I also opened my eyes, the life of a rich person is too cruel - thinking that I am about to become a rich man, I am also a little excited in my heart.

The headlights shone down, and I saw that Mr. Ma stood up and waved his hand, I just wanted to see what kind of person this buyer was, and suddenly at this time, his face changed, and then he covered his heart with one hand, and with a look of disbelief, he fell down crookedly!

Damn, I'm dumbfounded, what's going on?

The audience was in a commotion, and a private doctor had already stepped forward, and after a long time, the host came to the stage, and then said: "Let me tell you a regrettable news, Mr. Ma may have been too excited because he photographed the turtle shell, so he died of a heart attack, and we will start filming this turtle shell again." ”

Your mother, you can't be so coincidental, right?

As soon as Mr. Ma was carried down like this, the other few others who had not been photographed just now began to call the price again, this time, it was auctioned by a Mr. Wang, and the price was 300 million, although it was an astronomical amount if it was 50 million less.

I was reluctant to breathe a sigh of relief, at this time, the lights came down, and Mr. Wang also signaled to everyone, and the applause at the scene was thunderous, completely turning over the story of Mr. Ma just now.

And this Mr. Wang, who is engaged in cotton thread trading, is also a wealthy party, and he even went on stage and planned to take a group photo with the turtle shell.

Just when a photographer was about to take a picture, suddenly there was a "bang", and the lamp lit above his head fell off without knowing what was going on, and it was impartial, and it was smashed on Mr. Wang's head.

Mr. Wang's avatar was a new variety of watermelon, and he opened the scoop at that time, and the red and white splashed the host's face.

"Ahh There was a scream from the audience: "Someone is dead!" Someone's killed! ”

And I suddenly stood up,, what's the situation, it's already two in a row, whoever buys my turtle shell, who will die or what?