Because the technology of the Protoss is much higher than that of humans, whether it is the staff of the auction house or the experts and professors in the field of mechanical manufacturing, it is natural to treat the transport plane and the immortal as the relics of the Ipsisaurus, even if there is a clear difference between the two in details.

Just as the human race has a completely different culture, so it has derived different architectural styles and artistic styles, and God knows if the Ipsilons also have such differences.

According to the results of the negotiation between the person in charge of the "Somal" auction house and the Tang side, the starting price of the two items is 13 billion star coins, and the minimum price increase is not less than 500 million star coins.

13 billion Star Coins, which is almost the same as the value of the 10 Epsilon Ruins, and this is still the starting price, which shows how precious the complete Epsilon Ruins are. After all, the technology contained in a single Epsilon remains is mostly incomplete, adding another layer of obstacles to the already difficult task of replicating technology, while the complete Epsilon ruins are different, as they have a very complete technology tree that is easier for humans to master.

"Ding!" A pleasant sound flashed, and the bidding process officially began.

"15 billion!"

The first auction item is the Immortal, which is so powerful that it looks like a moving turret at a glance, and as soon as it appears, it is directly raised by 2 billion, jumping from 13 billion to 15 billion.

The price increase of 2 billion did not bring any change to the atmosphere of the scene; , Whether it was off-stage or on the stage, no one present showed a similar expression of shock and surprise, because this is too normal, under the temptation of the complete Ipsisaurus ruins, no one can completely control their sanity, because they represent the progress of science and technology, and the increase of national strength.

The smile on the host's face was bright. Like the red sun jumping out of the ground at the end of the snow-covered earth, the light and snow reflect each other, bright and clear, bright and dazzling.

The numbers on the bidding system's display change every second, and each change is at least one Longsword-class frigate.

"15.5 billion!"

"16 billion!"

"17 billion!"

“……”

The people in the hall on the first floor rarely quote because they know. This level of things is simply not something that the company they represent can touch, there is a saying that "the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty".

Most of them come to the auction with the mentality of joining in the fun, come to see the world, have long eyes, write down what they see and hear and post it on "Facebook", so that they will have a lot of face and appear to be a person with status.

There are waiters passing by, holding fruit bowls and drinks in their hands. But few people will stop them and ask for something to eat and drink, and the guests will only find the girls an eyesore, even if they have white slender legs or beautiful faces, because no matter how beautiful they are, they are no more attractive than what is on the big screen.

The value on the monitor has jumped to 31 billion star coins, but the expression on Tang Fang's face is like a little silver white on the peak of ten thousand snows, not cold, but eternal.

Old Corey has already asked two "why" in a row. But he just didn't answer, just squinted and smiled as he pinched the goblet containing a shallow layer of amber liquor. It seems that there are elves in it doing a nice dance.

With White? The same time Davide came, Old Corey also brought a bottle of 30-year-old wine, but it was changed from whiskey to brandy.

At Elma's behalf, Hausen didn't come with him, so the bottle was safely on the table, not in the arms of some reckless man. Finally, the wine from the famous family is turned into some kind of liquid in the bathroom.

"Why?" This is the third time Corey has asked.

Tang Fang shook the wine in the cup, and suddenly said something inexplicable: "I don't know if Mr. Corey has heard it, there is an old saying in China, a drunkard does not mean to drink." ”

Corey? Christian is an authentic white man, how could he have heard such ancient Chinese. He didn't know who the drunkard was, let alone what the so-called "wine" meant, but his gaze was very sharp, catching the fleeting flash in Tang Fang's eyes.

So he was silent, no longer asked, picked up the wine on the coffee table and poured some more for Tang Fang, the alcohol content of brandy was very high, he only poured a shallow layer, not even a tenth of the goblet.

He was suddenly glad to be able to sit here, listening to the boy on the other side play these words that he couldn't understand.

The numbers on the display of the bidding system are still jumping, and they are close to the "50 billion" mark, which is worth enough to be worth a half-Rubik's Cube-class aircraft carrier.

Old Corey raised his head and watched the last drop of wine slide into his mouth, feeling the heat subside, and the fruity and woody aromas of grapes diffuse, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Claire was still flipping through her recipes, and Grant was still fiddling with which items to add to her cart, a scene that seemed funny, as the two of them looked like children trying to do their homework, while their adults were chatting with a friend from afar, chuckling from time to time.

This is an auction, not a mottled façade, but a lavish castle inside, no old gramophone records, and no sterling silver cups with piping hot coffee.

"92 billion!"

The process from 81 billion to 92 billion is very fast, because it has only experienced one price increase, because the price increase is Wang Xingyuan, the manager of the "Black Thorn Shipyard" branch in "Babylon", and his status is similar to that of Lao Cory.

"98 billion!" The host's voice is already a little hoarse, I don't know if he is tired of singing, or if he has any special feelings for the number "98 billion".

The bidder is MacDonald, because he hates Tang Fang very much, the so-called hatred of Ukraine and Ukraine, and he is naturally not very friendly to Wang Xingyuan, who said that Westerners do not have a way of thinking similar to "non-our race must have different hearts", MacDonald is an out-and-out nationalist, and there is one thing he has never said to others - he is a staunch Hitler fan!

"100 billion!"

Finally, the bidding of the immortals broke through the 100 billion mark, and this time the bidder was none other than Corey, who was drinking and chatting with Tang Fang? Christian.

"I'll add fuel to the fire." He said.

Tang Fang shrugged: "Those people in the sovereign country haven't done it yet." ”

"They've always been able to sit still." Old Corey smiled: "Because in addition to the serious bidding method, they have another channel." ”

"Pirates, for example?" Tang Fang shook the glass and watched the golden liquor snag out a charming touch of wine on the wall of the glass.

Old Corey smiled: "It's not right to rob. ”

Tang Fang also smiled: "I don't think I've heard what you said." ”

Just when the two foxes, one big and one small, were fighting, the bidding price continued to rise, and the representatives of the Silver Eagle Regiment and the Sulu Empire were unwilling to be lonely and joined the bidding. In just a few rounds, the auction price soared again, reaching 130 billion, and is still climbing rapidly.

The hall on the first floor was silent, and most of the representatives of medium-sized companies held their breath, their eyes fixed on the bidding system. The whole heart seemed to be tied by a rope, and each change of numbers would make their hearts beat faster and their blood would be pumping.

Five minutes later, the offer climbed to 162 billion, and by this time there were very few bidders, only Smedley of the "Eco-Sovopurna Group", Wilmot of the Monya Empire, and Susan, the representative of the Republic of Ida.

The reason why Smedley dared to compete with these sovereign states at the cost of heavy bleeding was because the "Eco-Sovopurna Group" had focused its research and development on the development of weapons systems over the years, and the Immortals looked like an offensive unit, once it was photographed. It will undoubtedly bring unimaginable scientific and technological progress to enterprises and open up new business opportunities.

"180 billion!"

Susan is a woman, in her 40s, she has a far more stable and cautious personality than ordinary people, this is already her psychological limit, she suddenly increased the price of 18 billion because she was fed up with this torment, if the other two people do not give up, she will give up the fight for the immortal.

180 billion! It's almost the value of a battleship formation, and the auction item on the big screen is a land vehicle. Even though its weapon system is very advanced, it wants to transplant it to a warship. I'm afraid it's not an easy task.

The venue was quiet, and although the people on the first floor stopped bidding and focused on the competition between large enterprises and representatives of various countries, at this moment, they all restrained their voices, and they did not dare to take a breath. stared straight at the mallet that the host smashed hard.

It was already the second hammer blow, and if no one raised the price, the first lot would be won by the Republic of Date.

"190 billion!"

Suddenly, the numbers on the display changed, and it was also a big increase of tens of billions at a time. There are only a handful of representatives in the audience who can raise the price so generously and regard tens of billions of star coins as child's play, and Wilmot is one of them.

The host's arm shook twice, the hammer didn't fall after all, and Susan, who was in the private room, had already sat back on the sofa and breathed a long sigh of relief, which seemed to her to be more nervous than fighting.

"190 billion for the first time, 190 billion for the second time......" The host's shout resounded throughout the venue.

The waiters stopped moving, some of the attendees tucked their handkerchiefs rolled into beautiful flower shapes in their suit and handkerchief bags, and some touched the stubble on their chins.

In the third private room from the left on the second floor of the venue, Smedley gritted his teeth and stared at the mallet that was about to be smashed in the host's hand with a slight shake, and pressed the price increase button on the PDA with a fierce heart.

Surprisingly, there was no response from the bidding system, and the number on the display was still 190 billion.

Smedley was anxious and pressed the markup button again...... As a result, there was still no response, and the "1900" floating above the holographic projector was like a face with a sarcastic smile, mocking his incompetence.

Broken? Is the PDA broken? It actually broke at such a critical moment? Smedley's blood rushed to the brain, didn't this damn "Somar" auction house swear that the failure rate of the system was only 0.0000001%? It is simply unacceptable that such a low-probability event should be smashed on his head.

He doesn't believe in evil, and he has another way - in order to ensure that the auction can be carried out smoothly, in addition to the simple and easy-to-operate PDA remote bidding method, the auction house has also set up a primitive card holding mode.

Next, he only needs to push open the front window and hold up the number plate with black letters on a white background next to him to prevent the host from dropping the hammer.

Smedley straightened up, hurried to the front window, and he moved too violently, accidentally rubbing the coffee table, and a cup happened to roll right under his feet, and then he fell out, hitting his head on the intricately embroidered red carpet, and fell dizzy.

After about a few breaths. Smedley's assistant rushed to help him up, and at that moment the host dropped the hammer, and poor Smedley just woke up and fainted.

190 billion! Wilmot from the Monya Empire auctioned the Immortals for 190 billion.

Driven by the host, the audience burst into warm applause, and some people looked up at the private room on the second floor. The love in the eyes is very complicated.

"190 billion...... Old Corey shook his head, a little helpless, and a little self-deprecating, if Tang Fang really handed over these two complete Ipsilosaurus ruins to the "Rover Technology Consortium", would those people on the board of directors give up so much money? I'm afraid not!

He loosened his tie and glanced up at Tang Fang, without feeling a chill in his heart, the young man diagonally opposite sat quietly on the sofa, and when he didn't speak, he was like a sleeping child. But if you look closely for a moment, it makes people feel a creepy feeling, he is like a waterhole without ripples, without storms, quiet to cold, quiet to death, because below the waterhole is an abyss, enough to swallow a bottomless abyss.

It was only now that he understood why Johnny would say that to him - "Don't provoke him! ”

It's just that...... Corey? Christian glanced at the second lot that appeared in mid-air. Let out a long sigh.

He thought of a sentence - the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.

The auction of the immortals ended smoothly, and it was naturally the turn of the transporter. Obviously, the enthusiasm of the guests for this second lot was much higher than for the first. After all, it's a flying machine, and even the stupidest person knows what it means.

Attendees on the first floor wanted to know who it would go to and how much it would fetch for it. The VIPs on the second floor were eager to try one by one, casting their hot eyes at the Protoss transport plane suspended in the air and constantly spinning.

Except for one person, a person who was supposed to quote 200 billion Star Coins for the Immortals, his name was Smedley. The manager of the branch "Eco-Sovopurna" in "Babylon".

The auction of the transport plane was suspended by the organizers, and the logistics maintenance staff was summoned to the second floor to inspect the electronics in the Smedley private room.

There was some chaos in the room, and several auction house staff members rushed in at once, so busy overhauling the equipment that no one noticed the inexplicable depression in the carpet.

After about 1 minute, the inspection results came out, Yiqiē was intact, the bidding system was working normally, and the PDA was not broken.

Smedley was a bit stupid and took the PDA back from the staff and pressed it a few times, only to find that it was back to normal, so he took out all his anger on the cup that tripped over him and smashed it to pieces.

The attendees suddenly felt that the owner of the auction item was pitiful, and if Smedley hadn't tripped over the cup, maybe the first auction item would have broken the 200 billion star dollar mark.

"It's a pity...... It's a pity......" some sighed, shaking their heads.

And Viscount Wilmot, the representative of the Mengya Empire, was very happy, he felt that he had earned, he had made a lot of money!

As we all know, the Monya Empire has the shortcomings of insufficient power in both vehicles and ships in the military field, and in view of this shortcoming, the imperial scientific community believes that if the power system of ships and vehicles is simply improved, I am afraid that it will not be able to catch up with the pace of the Charles Federation in the rest of its life, just like the development of the "Earth Knight" Ulikmi Shield, it is better to put most of the energy into strengthening the defense and improving the firepower.

Under the influence of such a development concept, the Immortals with advanced weapon systems have naturally become Wilmot's ambition, because Smedley fell so much that it only cost 190 billion to pocket the Immortals, isn't this earning?

Wilmot already had in his mind the image of him being summoned by His Majesty the Emperor and receiving a commendation.

Because there is no obvious evidence that the bidding system is malfunctioning, and Smedley is not to blame for the "Somar" auction house, he can only admit that he is unlucky, of course, he is not the only one who needs to admit that he is unlucky, but also the owner of the auction - Tang Fang.

In fact, Captain Tang did not express any similar frustration and unwillingness at all, he always expressed that he was very calm, drinking calmly, talking calmly, and sitting calmly.

There are a total of 4 people in the private room, and only 1 old Corey is not calm!

He didn't think Smedley's PDA would inexplicably fail, and he didn't think that the guy who was a few years younger than him would inexplicably trip over a cup.

"What the hell is going on?" He looked at Tang Fang, but only exchanged a smile.

He didn't think that Captain Tang was a person who was willing to suffer: "What the hell is this kid doing!" ”

…………

Since Smedley is not to blame for the fact that the auction house "Somar" missed the bidding opportunity, the bidding for the transport aircraft should continue.

Just like last time, within a few minutes of the start of the auction, the offer of the transport plane quickly broke through the 100 billion mark and rose at a very fast speed.

110 billion ...... 120 billion ...... 1500…… 180 billion ...... 200 billion ......

The price of the transport aircraft easily exceeded 200 billion and continued to soar, until 300 billion, when the crazy momentum began to fall.

"Black Thorn Shipbuilding", "Ward Heavy Industries", "Eco-Sowopner Group", "Jessik Shipyard" and other enterprises gradually withdrew from the bidding sequence, and when it reached 450 billion, only Murphy, the representative of the Sauron Empire, Brummer, the representative of the Phoenix Empire, and Ingersoll, the representative of the Charles Federation, were still in a stalemate. (To be continued......)

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