No one knows how high Su Meier's cultivation is.

At least for now, Zhang Zichen can't see Su Meier's realm level clearly, he can't even feel the slightest power fluctuation in Su Meier's body, this Su Meier is really not a simple character.

No wonder she was alone on the plane that day, and when she used her debut method, she looked at herself a little differently.

It turned out that from that day on the plane, Su Meier saw that Zhang Zichen was a cultivator.

And the most obvious thing is that today, not long ago, when Zhang Zichen gently shouted Su Meier's name in the crowd, she was able to distinguish the three words she shouted from so many noises, which made it clear that Su Meier was definitely not simple.

So, who is Su Mei'er, who is it, what kind of sect is she, and how strong is her skill?

But these questions kept being asked, and Su Meier refused to answer, and she gave Zhang Zichen only one answer, which must not be revealed!

All in all, Su Meier's source was full of fog, since she refused to reveal it, Zhang Zichen didn't ask too much, after all, for the time being, she didn't have any ill will towards herself.

On the contrary, Su Meier also helped herself.

The exhibition lasted for another half an hour, and at this time, the organizers invited more than 300 guests to a conference hall next door to the stadium.

After the venue was redecorated with bright lights and brand new tables and chairs, Zhang Zichen estimated that this was the auction table, and those exhibits would be auctioned here later.

Sure enough, as Zhang Zichen expected, after inviting more than 300 guests into this venue, some staff began to arrange.

Everyone sat at will, so Su Meier took Zhang Zichen and a few of them to sit in the middle row on the left.

This time, the rich people are not interested in antiques, but the rich people are excited to take their lives.

Su Meier doesn't have any of these antiques that can catch her eye at all, so it seems that the purpose of her coming here is just to purely walk around the relationship and get in touch with these big bosses.

On the contrary, it was Wang Fatzi, who heard that the antiques were about to be auctioned, and he was so excited that he couldn't wait to buy them all on the spot and take them home.

But the reality tells the fat man that he can't take away a single antique without money.

After everyone was seated, on a high platform in front of all the seats, there were two hosts, a man and a woman.

The men's and women's duo are definitely like a draft, and they are the golden combination that has been selected.

The man has ultra-short broken hair, is more than 1.85 meters tall, and has a moderate figure, while the woman is wearing ten-centimeter high heels, and she is also about 1.8 meters.

This man and a woman, that is simply a typical handsome guy and beautiful woman, I don't know what the organizers chose for the purpose of choosing two such dazzling combinations.

Anyway, according to Zhang Zichen's observation, there are many male bosses who have their eyes shining on this female host, and those female bosses are obsessed with the male host.

The eyes of these people looking at the male and female hosts are like a man who has been in prison for 20 years, and suddenly sees a girl who is stripped naked, that kind of look and impulse is not something that can be played by an acting school.

Or, there was a large group of wolves sitting in the audience, red eyes and saliva, as if they could swallow the man and woman whole at any moment.

With this in mind, the auction began.

This auction is the same as previous auctions, not much has changed, except that this time it is all rich people who can rank up in the world.

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen, ......"

Under the combination of male and female hosts, some extremely polite words were repeated here, and many people immediately applauded after listening to them.

But Zhang Zichen couldn't be happy, mainly because there was no trace of Mo Yifei.

Under Zhang Zichen's smiling expression, the auction will continue according to normal circumstances.

The first to appear, of course, are some relatively cheap antiques, but for these antiques, the price of any one is tens of millions of yuan.

And some valuable antiques are put up for auction at the back, those are sky-high, some hundreds of millions of yuan, and some can be auctioned for more than a billion yuan, the key is to see if anyone buys it.

"The first piece, the calligraphy and painting of Tang Bohu Taohua'an in the Ming Dynasty, 10 million yuan, was taken by Mr. No. 08. ”

"The second piece, the Song Dynasty Yue Fei Blood Book, 20 million yuan, was photographed by Mr. 08. ”

"The third piece, the Eight Horses of the Imperial Tomb of the Tang Dynasty, 38 million yuan, was auctioned by Mr. No. 08. ”

"The fifth, the crown of Qin Shi Huang of the Qin Dynasty, 40 million yuan, was auctioned by Mr. 08. ”

......

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Under the series of auctions of the male and female hosts, everyone present could hear it, and among them, the local tyrant with the brand name 08 bought the most things.

These antiques that appeared in the early days were basically bought by this No. 08, except for some others who fancy them, and the price is particularly high, he shook his hand, and the rest were contracted by him alone.

"Who is this 08?"

"That's right, no matter how rich he is, he doesn't need to buy so many antiques, right?"

"Maybe the big boss is engaged in investing in antiques. ”

Even the rich people are starting to discuss, why is this No. 08 buying so many antiques?

The average rich man buys a dozen pieces, which is already a lot.

He is good, there are more than 70 pieces in the previous auction, and at least 60 pieces have been contracted by him alone.

However, after that, the antiques auctioned in the future, No. 08 did not bid indiscriminately, but valued what others didn't want, so he grabbed it.

For this reason, Zhang Zichen is very interested in this Mr. 08.

So Zhang Zichen turned his head sideways and looked to the right, only to see a middle-aged man in a black Tang suit and a black round on his head sitting in the back row on the right side of the auction hall.

This middle-aged man was estimated to be forty or fifty years old, and he completely ignored the eyes of the people around him, and only focused on the antiques that were auctioned on the table.

Zhang Zichen, who cultivated the Dao technique, had very good eyesight, even though he was far away from this middle-aged man, he could see the face of this middle-aged man at a glance.

But when Zhang Zichen saw the middle-aged man's face clearly, he was stunned, and an extremely familiar face immediately flashed in his mind.

Sister Mo's father!

Zhang Zichen stood up suddenly, staring at the middle-aged man, trembling all over, and his face couldn't help but show a happy smile.

Fortunately, Zhang Zichen still had a consciousness of his own, and he was able to restrain himself and did not scream loudly.

Su Meier and Lin Xinqi, who were next to her, noticed the strange physical phenomenon after Zhang Zichen stood up at the same time, and hurriedly asked, "Zichen, what happened?"

Originally, Zhang Zichen was in the midst of excitement, but when he heard the call of Su Meier and Lin Xinqi, he restrained himself and sat down in a panic.

"He, just that No. 08, he is Sister Mo's father!" Although Zhang Zichen lowered his voice, anyone could hear it, his voice trembled, full of excitement and surprise.