Chapter Seventy-One: Consignment of Lots
In the very center of the city, an extremely simple one-story bungalow was built, which was the place where the auction items were acquired. Judging by its brand-new degree, it should have just been built.
Around the house, there were many disciples of the three forces guarding it, and there were faint strong formation fluctuations on the ground.
When Mao Rui arrived, he unexpectedly found that Mao Zhe, Mao Hao and Liu Yiyi, who were supposed to be in the shopping market, were also there.
After a brief exchange, Mao Rui knew. On the way to the market, Mao Hao remembered that he had something to auction, and he was afraid of missing the time, so he temporarily separated from everyone and came here. Mao Zhe, who also has something to auction, and Liu Yiyi naturally walk together.
Since they met, the four of them naturally entered together.
The exterior looks relatively simple, but when you enter, you find that the interior is in tatters.
How can I say that there is still a layer of cement on the outside, but there is not even cement on the inside, and cheap red bricks are directly exposed.
"Are the three forces so poor? They can't even afford cement. After coming in, Mao Hao muttered.
When the four of them came in, a young girl immediately greeted them. And the content of Mao Hao's muttering was all heard by the girl, and the face that was originally smiling froze, and even the footsteps paused.
Mao Rui looked interesting, and his big mouth couldn't help grinning.
After a while, the girl reluctantly kept a smile and said, "Several, this is the appraisal and acquisition office of the auction items, do you have anything to auction?"
"Yes, all four of us have something to auction. Mao Zhe said with a smile.
The girl nodded and said, "The items in the auction need to be appraised first, so please come with me." As he spoke, he led the way.
The four of them followed the girl to a room made of cheap red bricks, which looked dilapidated... Simple, but the secrecy effect is very high. The entire room was enveloped in a formation that cut off consciousness from sound.
It seems that in addition to the fact that the tripartite forces cannot afford cement, other places are doing well.
"Wait a few moments, I'll go and ask the elders to come over. The girl made a cup of tea for the four of them, said a word, and left.
None of the four of them spoke, nor did they drink the tea on the table, just waited quietly.
There was not much time, and in only two minutes, the girl came back behind an old man with bright eyes. Obviously, this old man is the elder of the girl's mouth, professional appraisal.
I just don't know if this professional appraisal refers to a relatively strong ability in appraisal, or whether this old man's profession is appraisal.
After the old man came in, he first glanced at the four of them one by one, and paused for a little longer on Mao Zhe. Then he clenched his fists and said: "The old man Elder Crane Spirit Sect, Xiang Wang Shen, I have seen a few little friends. β
"Xiang Wangshen, yearning for life!" is a name that makes it look like you're dead. Mao Rui pursed his lips in his heart. At the same time, his divine sense swept over the other party, and found that the other party was a monk in the early stage of foundation building, so he stood up with Mao Zhe and the three of them, and symbolically hugged his fist.
It's not that Mao Rui doesn't respect the other party, but he doesn't take the other party in his eyes at all. In the early stage of foundation building at such an age, it was really not difficult for Mao Rui to deal with.
The four of them didn't report their names, and the old man didn't care. There are more people who don't sign up in this place, and there are only a few people like the four people in front of them.
After sitting down, the old man said directly: "The four little friends don't know what needs to be auctioned?"
Although the content of the words was addressed to the four people, his eyes were on Mao Zhe, and as for Mao Rui, he selectively ignored them. In his opinion, among the four people, only Mao Zhe, a young man who is young but similar to himself, has something to auction.
The old man's subconscious action caused Mao Zhe and Mao Hao to smile on their faces, and Liu Yiyi also had a wave of eyes. The three of them, two of whom are Mao Rui's brothers of the same clan, and one is Mao Rui's fiancΓ©e, all know a little about Mao Rui's character. At this time, the three of them all had a similar thought in their hearts, that is, Mao Rui was going to start slapping his face.
Sure enough, as soon as the old man's voice fell, Mao Rui frowned slightly, and his attitude towards the old man was very unhappy. With a direct wave of his hand, four weapons appeared on the table, and he said: "Two high-grade magic weapons, one top-grade magic weapon, and one low-grade spiritual weapon, you can take a look." β
When the old man saw that it was not Mao Zhe who took out the items, he was slightly stunned, his face showed a trace of embarrassment, he didn't speak, and began to check.
Because the four weapons had no other effect, the old man simply controlled them, tested the power, and identified the value of each one.
"The quality of these four pieces is very good, and Xiaoyou can choose to consign them for auction at the auction, or you can sell them directly to my tripartite forces. Among them, the consignment is sold at auction, and after the successful auction, the auctioneer will take a 5% commission. I don't know which one the little friend chooses?" the old man said to Mao Rui.
'Five percent commission, you're really profitable. Mao Rui thought so in his heart, and said 'auction', but he didn't ask about the purchase price of the three forces.
The old man took out a jade plaque and handed it to Mao Rui: "This jade plaque is collected by the little friend, and after the items are auctioned out, you can use this plaque to receive the spirit stone." After a pause, the old man continued: "When you receive the spirit stone, you don't recognize the card, please keep this in mind." β
Mao Rui took the jade plaque and looked at it, with the words 'crane', 'Chu' and 'leaning' written on one side, and a set of numbers 'one hundred and seventy-six' written on the other side. Putting away the jade plaque, Mao Rui said to the old man: "Oh yes, that medallion spirit weapon was originally an item of Bai Xiufeng of the Bai family, remember to bring this up when you auction it." β
"Are you Mao Rui of the Mao family?" the old man exclaimed, and the girl behind him also looked at Mao Rui a few more times.
At noon today, Bai Xiufeng of the Bai family was killed by Mao Rui of the Mao family, although he did not go to the scene, he also heard about it. Mao Rui got the storage bags of Bai Xiufeng, Bai Xiulin and Xiao Yunsheng, and now he is very rich. There must be a lot of things that can be auctioned, and as an appraiser, the rewards issued by the sect will also increase afterwards.
The old man regretted this in his heart, he accidentally offended this big financier just now. I wanted to say something more, but Mao Rui sat there smoking and never looked at the old man again.
The old man said two words, but Mao Rui ignored them, and his face showed embarrassment again.
Mao Zhe smiled slightly, took out a few small bottles and pushed them towards the old man, and said, "This is the pill I want to auction, Xiang Lao, you can see if it meets the requirements of the auction." β
The old man put away his embarrassment and looked at it carefully. This time it took a little longer, and after it was over, the old man said, "These pills have a good effect, and they have reached the qualification of the auction." After speaking, he also took out a jade plate and gave it to Mao Zhe.
Next is Mao Hao, the little fat man took out two pieces of jade slips, and said: "Three dark system intermediate and low-level spells, ask for auction together." A formation with a sound elimination effect. β
The old man was just about to pick it up and check it out, when two voices sounded at the same time.
"Wait a minute. β
"Wait a minute. β