As soon as Qi Zhu said this, the people below suddenly lifted their spirits.

"So, now start bidding!"

When the words fell, the people below raised their cards one after another.

"Five thousand taels!"

"Five thousand taels is too little, I'll give eight thousand taels!"

"I'll give 10,000 taels!"

There are countless signs, and the price of invitations is rising slowly, and the rise is amazing.

Fu Chen promised Tang Cha to raise the card, but there was no movement.

After 30,000 taels, some people began to retreat, and he began to hold up signs.

After a few more arguments, Fu Chen directly shouted:

"Forty thousand taels!"

Suddenly, everyone looked over.

I wanted to see who this invitation had gotten into, and when I saw it, I was surprised.

Third row of auditorium.

"Eldest sister, the entire auction house belongs to the prince, why does he want to buy his own things!?"

Zhu Ying was a little puzzled, remembering that when the palace sent the painting banquet, the Dingguo Mansion clearly received the invitation.

All already have to buy it, which is more money?

Zhu Yingjing took a deep breath, her face ugly.

"No, he doesn't need it at all, he bought it for Tang Chacha!"

Zhu Ying is irritable when she hears this name now, and her hand, wrapped in a handkerchief, is still aching faintly.

"Eldest sister, the prince is so special to that slut, not only sat with her, but also took a post about her painting banquet, you, are you indifferent!?"

"No matter how angry you are, you have to endure it for me!"

Zhu Yingjing stared at the people in the front row for a while, and laughed coldly.

Indifferent?

Is it possible?

When the Yunrui Auction House is out, what waves can the small Dongbohou Mansion turn over, and you can fix it as you want!

In the flickering of thoughts, no one shouted for the painting banquet after 40,000 taels.

If Qi Zhu knocks down the gavel, the deal will be completed.

The maid of the auction house had already come to the stage, and she planned to wait for Qi Zhu to knock down the gavel, and she would exchange the invitation with the silver ticket......

A second passes,

Two seconds passed,

Qi Zhu did not knock on the gavel.

He jumped off the stage very excitedly with the invitation, and rushed directly to Tang Chacha,

"Here you go!"

Two words, crisp and neat.

There was silence all around.

"Give it to me?"

Tang Cha just stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, a little surprised.

Could it be that this young man knew that Fu Chen was helping him hold up the card?

"The 40,000 taels I just competed for, if you don't knock on the gavel, the transaction will not be considered a success!"

Qi Zhu shook his head, his eyes widened, so that the eyeshadow applied around the tail of his eyes expanded, and his fair complexion was lined up, like a panda.

"Why should I trade, I don't plan to sell! This one...... It's for you! ”

This sentence made everyone present complain, but thinking that the other party was the identity of the forging master of the Tilting Pavilion, they didn't dare to make it too loud.

Fu Chen threw the sign in his hand to the side and stood up.

"You don't meet the rules of the auction house, how can you not trade what is on the stage?"

Qi Zhu shook his head and nodded.

"I know the rules, don't worry, I will pay the liquidated damages, and ah, I said it when I came to power, I just want to see how much this post is worth!"

Fu Chen thought about it, he did say that, but people had already said that they would pay liquidated damages, and it seemed a little aggressive to speak again.

But

…… What's going on with this unpleasant feeling?

An invitation worth 40,000 taels was given directly to yourself?

Tang just looked at the teenager and just wanted to refuse.

Suddenly, her thoughts automatically detached from her body, and floated out of her eyebrows like roots crisscrossing deep underground, and she went straight to the other party's head—