"It's over, Koji, you're playing big, we don't even have shorts to wear this time!" Shopee almost fainted.

"150,000th ......"

"170,000!" finally someone answered. Everyone turned their heads to see that it was still the young man with gold-rimmed glasses like a shrimp.

"It seems that this kid has a lot of ambitions!" Shopee whispered.

"One hundred hundred thousand!" came the sound of an offer from another corner. Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was a woman wearing a red tweed trench coat, this woman was wearing a pair of sunglasses, so that people could not see her real face clearly. But judging from her determined look, she should also be determined to win.

Yang Hao's expression relaxed, he also raised his hand, and quoted another price: "Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Kesi, please don't quote such a high price, okay?" Shopee's heart attack is about to happen again.

"Yes, Kosi, you're walking a tightrope, it's too hanging!" the others also cried softly.

"It's okay, the fish has been caught. Yang Hao said confidently.

However, after Yang Hao quoted this price, the entire auction hall suddenly fell silent again, and there seemed to be no one to answer the price for a while.

"250,000 First ......"

"Three hundred thousand!" a man in a white suit held up a sign.

"Wow, another predator has come in, and this time it's lively. Wu Xiaowen sighed.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" the woman in the red trench coat also offered a new bid.

"Four hundred thousand!" a flat-headed man in a leather jacket joined in.

"Damn, why is it all 55,000 now?" the farmer's mouth opened wider than the hippopotamus.

Yang Hao smiled lightly: "Now I want it to rise by 100,000." After speaking, he raised his hand, "500,000!"

Before Shopee and the others could recover from their shock, a bald head had already shouted loudly: "Six hundred thousand!"

After a few more rounds of bidding, the auction price of the Emerald Ghost Eye has soared to one million!

"One million first, one million second ......" The host has already called twice, but there is no movement in the auction hall for the time being. It seems that everyone is nervously assessing whether they need to continue bidding.

After all, no one knows the true value of this ghost-eyed green thing, and they don't know if it's really worth so much, but since the price has been raised, there is no reason to fall again.

"How many do you guess the next person will come out?" Wu Xiaowen asked Shopee and the others in a low voice.

"One million thousand. The farmer's estimate said.

"One and a half million. Shopee's estimate is a little more optimistic.

"Most likely one and a half million. "The old god's estimation is more avant-garde and bold.

Yang Hao shook his head, his eyes kept on the woman in the red tweed trench coat. He was sure she would quote a staggering price. But how amazing it is, he doesn't know.

"Two million!" said the woman, her voice so soft that it seemed like a breeze blowing through the water, without even a wave. But the entire auction hall was like a boiling pot, with noisy voices and discussions. All of them were talking to each other, and all of them were dumbfounded, barely believing their ears.

"Three million!" Huang Ranran suddenly straightened his neck and shouted. He was indeed shouting, because his whole person was in a trance, and his mind was a little unclear at all, and shouting out three million was completely casual.

But everyone, including Yang Hao, was stunned. Because since Yang Hao raised the price to 250,000, he has not made any more offers. The reason why there is no re-offer is because there is no need for this at all. And the further you go, the greater the risk, and you need to be cautious no matter what. He never expected that Huang Ran would shout at this time.

"Four million!" Fortunately, someone answered the question, and it was still the young man who was like a shrimp. As long as someone answers, Yang Hao and the others don't have to pay this money. Otherwise, even if Yang Hao and the others were killed, they wouldn't be able to sell meat for so much money.

"Five million!" the bald head from before was not to be outdone.

"Eight million!" the flat head in the leather jacket also held up his card.

"Twelve million!" the young man like Shopee raised his voice.

"Fifteen million!" The bald head also slammed the table heavily, and his face was flushed, it seemed that he had already made a bloody investment!

"Twenty million!" the woman in the tweed trench coat once again soared the bid to a new level.

"Fifty million!" the young man who looked like Shopee also offered a new price.

This time the hall was quiet again, and many people were so nervous that they didn't dare to come out. The people from the auction company also stayed there. Because since the establishment of this auction company, it has never auctioned an item worth more than 50 million.

This person seems to be the son of a billionaire, and he doesn't take his father's assets seriously at all, and he is purely here to burn money to buy cool. Because those two emerald and turquoise ghost-eyed things are not worth so much money no matter what! Unless they are really peerless treasures in the world, they are not worth 50 million at all!

"Fifty million ...... for the first time" The host began to babble again.

"100 million!" a loud voice broke the silence again. Everyone turned their heads to look, and they almost vomited blood in anger. It turned out that it was Huang Ran who shouted this voice again.

"Huang Run, you *** shut up!" Shopee almost scolded. The peasants, the old god and Wu Xiaowen also rolled up their sleeves and wanted to beat Huang Ran for a while.

"Silence, silence!" the host tapped the small hammer in his hand and shouted into the hall at the same time, "100 million for the first time, 100 million for the second time......"

Yang Hao and the others all drooped their heads, thinking that this time it was over, and no one would definitely be able to afford a higher price than 100 million.

"We should really transport some gold bricks from the 10,000-year-old tomb and sell them for money. Wu Xiaowen lamented.

"It's better to sell that Joy Sword. The farmer also said.

But the worries of Yang Hao and the others were superfluous, because someone else had made a bid, but it was the young man wearing gold wire glasses: "150 million!"

"Two hundred million!" the bald head roared.

Huang Ranran also wanted to shout, but was slapped by Shopee and sealed his mouth, so that he didn't shout. Otherwise, I don't know what terrifying price he will shout.

"Two hundred and fifty million!" cried the flat head.

"Three hundred million!" the young man shouted again.

"Four hundred million!" the woman also offered a new price.

"Five hundred million!" the young man hesitated slightly, but still offered a new price.

"Six hundred and fifty million!" the woman still looked determined, as if wealth was a piece of cake for her.

In the end, this woman took away the pair of green ghost eyes for 650 million!

The auction ended, the woman was gone, and Zhao Baijin also collected more than 600 million yuan from the auction, patted his ass and left. Only Yang Hao and a group of people were left standing on the street outside the auction hall in a daze.

"Why do I think we're making wedding dresses?" said Shopee, scratching Granite's head.

"Yes, I remember that our original intention was to raise the price so that people couldn't race away from this green ghost eye, but I didn't expect the price to rise to such a high level, and it was still raced away!" Wu Xiaowen also patted his head and said.

"What's the solution? There are so many rich people in this world, and they have so much money that they have nowhere to spend it. The old god shook his head and said.

"It was my mistake, I was the biggest mistake in the world. Yang Hao couldn't hide his disappointed look.

"If you want to blame Huang Ranran, it was he who raised the bid to more than 100 million, and his voice is so loud that people think that he is really a big guy who spends a lot of money!" the farmer sneered.

"yes, this idiot almost didn't scare me to death when he shouted 100 million!" Wu Xiaowen also patted his chest.

"Can I be blamed for this? I was in a trance, and I was worried about Xiaoling's illness......" Huang Ran said aggrievedly.

"Let's go and kidnap that Zhao Baijin, how about blackmailing him?" said the farmer suddenly gritted his teeth.

"Who are we, how can we do extortion?"

"Yes, we are poor, but we must be poor and ambitious, starve to death and not eat the food that comes from the mouth, and die of thirst and not drink the water of the stolen spring!" Huang Ranran also waved his arms impassionedly.

"Yes, starvation is a small matter, and loss of festival is a big matter!" Wu Xiaowen also said.

"Everyone, we can indeed ask Zhao Baijin for some blood. But don't kidnap tickets and blackmail, but be above board!" The old god suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean?" everyone looked at the old god.

The old god smiled mysteriously and said, "I am a pseudo-Taoist priest and a pseudo-feng shui master, so naturally I also look at the problem from the ghosts and feng shui. I can see that this Zhao Baijin has bad luck on his face, and the feng shui at home may be a little problematic, if we can ignite him, maybe we can make a fortune. ”

"Put away your feudal superstitions!" Shopee sneered.

"Feng Shui makes sense, not a feudal superstition. The old god rolled his eyelids and said tepidly.

"Let's go back to the Twin Towers first. Yang Hao didn't seem to be very interested in the old god's proposal.

"Kesi, we have now reached the point of exhaustion, and if we don't find a way to make some money, then we will really lose our temper!" the old god shouted a little anxiously.

"Are you really sure?" Yang Hao seemed to be moved, and looked at the old god dao steadily.

"Sure!" said the old god confidently.

"Kesi, do you believe in his feudal superstitions?" Shopee also became anxious.