Zhang Ran had just finished inquiring about the middle-aged man and the exhibition had begun.

Due to the large number of people who came today, the auction that was originally scheduled to be held in a small area in the cultural play store had to be moved outside.

Including Zhang Ran, some other ordinary people who have no status are also fortunate to see the so-called century-old ginseng.

Zhang Ran, who has transformed his body after the space spiritual spring water, now has a very amazing eyesight.

Even from a long distance, she had already seen the hundred-year-old ginseng at the door of the cultural toy store clearly.

Comparing the ginseng in her space, Zhang Ran suddenly had a feeling of being a huge treasure.

Compared with the hundred-year-old ginseng being displayed at the door of the cultural toy store, the ginseng in Zhang Ran's space, which has the size of five or six ginsengs, seems to be on par with the hundred-year-old ginseng in front of him.

Even in Zhang Ran's space, there was a ginseng that was two or three times larger than this hundred-year-old ginseng.

Doesn't this mean that she not only has five or six hundred-year-old ginseng, but also a "ginseng king" that is more than two or three hundred years old?

If you take it all out, how much will it cost to sell!

Zhang Ran seemed to have seen countless white banknotes floating in front of her eyes, but fortunately, she had already developed a character of not being surprised everywhere, otherwise she might really jump up excitedly on the spot.

The auction at the entrance of the cultural toy store is going on in an orderly manner at this time.

Zhang Ran put away the fantasies in his mind and watched the auction with a focused face.

The starting price of this century-old ginseng is 10,000, and the price is added to 1,000 at a time.

In just a few minutes, the value of the century-old ginseng has soared to 50,000.

Zhang Ran couldn't help but be a little speechless, there were really a lot of rich people who came to participate in the auction today.

When she was working hard to make a living, selling a bowl of watermelon juice for five cents a bowl in the town's market.

She doesn't know how many years she has to sell watermelon juice to earn it back.

The auction will become more and more fierce as the price of ginseng continues to soar, and there are significantly fewer people bidding than before.

However, these people who continue to shout are obviously the real rich local tyrants.

Among them, there is even a young man from Xiangjiang, and among all the voices shouting prices, his Hong Kong accent is simply not too abrupt.

As if afraid that others would not know that he was rich, he was completely dressed as an upstart from top to bottom.

Anyone who sees him for the first time knows that he must be a rich man.

The bidding for the last hundred-year-old ginseng, because of the participation of this nouveau riche, has soared to an unattainable price.

Those wealthy businessmen who were determined to win were unsuccessful one after another, and finally this century-old ginseng was won by a nouveau riche young man from Xiangjiang at a high price of 120,000 yuan.

The expressions on the faces of the other wealthy businessmen who did not bid were extremely ugly.

There were only the owner of the entertainment store and the nouveau riche from Xiangjiang, one laughing as if stealing a fishy cat, and the other laughing wantonly and flamboyantly.

As for the other onlookers who watched the excitement, in addition to the surprised expressions on their faces, there were more envy, jealousy and hatred.

The vast majority of people in the 80s may only earn a few dollars a day, and in their eyes, 10,000 yuan households are out of reach.

Seeing this kind of scene of rich people spending a lot of money, it is strange that these ordinary people can treat it with a normal heart.

Even the middle-aged uncle who answered Zhang Ran's question before, his face was faintly uneasy, and he even forcibly dragged out an ancient poem: "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road".

The middle-aged uncle's appearance is the kind of radical who is a little indignant, and it is not surprising that he exclamates such feelings on the spot.

Zhang Ran smiled without saying a word, and then pulled Gu Junze and walked straight to the door of the cultural toy store.