Weakness of heart......

Another sigh.

Wang Yuming only felt uncomfortable.

"Miss Zhang, the person next door is obviously determined to win, we continue to increase the price, but we are afraid of ......"

"That'...... Why don't you add a little more? ”

Burst......

Wang Yuming covered his mouth.

"Childe, what's wrong?"

"I ......"

Wang Yuming had a bitter word, and he bit his tongue......

The feelings are still blaming themselves for raising the price too little.

Wang Yuming calculated in his heart that he couldn't let Miss Zhang feel stingy, anyway, the person next door was determined to win, and it was estimated that he would be surpassed if he increased the price, so he simply let it go.

"Forty thousand taels."

"Forty thousand! VIP No. 14 bid 40,000 taels. ”

The hosts were stunned, this was already beyond the highest price of the Chengfeng Chamber of Commerce's auction.

Both downstairs and upstairs, all the guests began to look out the window of VIP 14.

Wang Yuming stood beside Zhang Yuhan, holding his hands behind his back, with a high-ranking posture, not shying away from enjoying the admiration of everyone.

Even Bai Song couldn't help but look at each other a few more times, no wonder he could stand by Zhang Yuhan's side, he was really a rich man, he was really arrogant.

When everyone was looking at Wang Yuming, Wang Mingyou in the back came out, he was also looking upstairs, he was also curious about who the fourteenth VIP was, and why he was so arrogant.

It didn't matter if I looked at it, I found that the person in VIP room No. 14 was actually my son.

"Wang Yuming, why is he? This...... What is this bastard going to do? ”

If it weren't for his own yard, Wang Mingyou would definitely rush straight up.

Wang Mingyou was so angry that he blew his beard, and the poems upstairs were so angry that he only slapped his chest.

The heart said that I hit a ghost today, why is it so unpleasant?

It's just a painting, and you can win a few hundred taels of silver on weekdays, why do you have to fight with yourself today?

Forty thousand taels is beyond the limit of poetry, and she can't do anything about it.

The little maid who followed Shishi said: "Sister Shishi, why fight for that painting? There are so many paintings in the world, let's just change them? ”

"You don't understand!" Poetry and poetry are dejected.

"Sister Shishi wants that painting to give to Bai Gongzi, if you want Bai Gongzi to like it, it is better to ask Shan'er to paint a few."

Shishiyi raised his eyebrows: "You paint?" How much do you have skills that you don't know? ”

"It's not about how good the painting is, it's about what you paint."

The little maid leaned into Shishi's ear and said a few words, only to hear Shishi's face slightly red and shy, and finally laughed slyly.

In the end, a pair of ordinary ladies was sold for 40,000 taels.

Zhang Yuhan showed a victorious smile and said sweetly to Wang Yuming: "Thank you, son." ”

Wang Yuming leaned on the window and waved his hand: "No thanks." ”

And then the legs are already limp.

Below, Wang Mingyou's heart twitched, and he almost fainted.

Forty thousand taels!

The annual revenue of the entire Wang Family Cloth Company is just enough for this number.

However, the auction will continue, and the signboard of the Wang family and the Chamber of Commerce cannot be smashed because of this incident, Wang Mingyou is already thinking about whether to use a whip or a stick at night.

Wang Mingyou now wants to recover his losses, his son spent 40,000 taels of silver for a moment of brain fever, and when he is a father, he naturally has to find a way to wipe his buttocks.

Wang Mingyou wiped his sweat and thought of the Dongying people who came to sell knives before.

The atmosphere of the auction is very lively now, and the future items should sell for a higher price than usual.

As the hottest katana at the moment, you can definitely make money by selling it now.

So Wang Mingyou went to the VIP room of Dongying people again to discuss the sale of knives again.

Wang Mingyou no longer cared about Bai Song's reminder, but bought the katana at a price of 11,000 taels of silver.

And temporarily put this knife behind the suppressed treasure knife, the starting price is 10,000 taels.

The auction came to an end, and the much-anticipated Toei katana was delivered to the booth.

The atmosphere gradually became solemn, because many of today's guests came specifically for today's katana.

For this knife, it has long been rumored that this knife is made by Toei's sword-casting master, and it can be regarded as the best of the best among Toei katanas.

Not only is it indestructible, sharpening iron like clay, but it has even reached the legendary hundred refinements.

This knife was consigned by members of the Dongying royal family, and it was also given a domineering name - "the first knife in the world".

For this knife, many big names in the capital have paid attention, and some people who have not come forward have also sent representatives to participate in the auction.

As for the price of 20,000 taels is not a matter at all, someone has prepared 50,000 or 60,000 cash for this last moment.

When the host finished the introduction in a serious manner, said the starting price, and then suddenly lifted the black cloth on the wooden frame, and the atmosphere fell silent.

A blade shook on the blade holder a few times, then fell, leaving a lone broken knife resting on the wooden frame.

Knife broken?

"Nani?"

Bai Song clearly heard the Dongying people next to him exclaiming.

All of them let out exclamations of disbelief.

Only Bai Song's face was a little red, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Huh?" Lan Ting was also so shocked that his mouth grew, "Childe, look, how did the first knife in the world be broken?" ”

"Ahem...... That one...... I know that. ”

The little maid was silent in horror, not noticing the embarrassment on Bai Song's face at all.

"Didn't you say that the first knife in the world is indestructible, how can it be broken? It seems to be all nonsense. ”

"Yes, it's nonsense." Bai Song nodded approvingly.

He didn't expect it to be like this, but it was also regarded as the pinnacle of the current knife casting process, how could it be so fragile, the two knives collided, and he couldn't bear it once, and it was directly broken into two.

When he was in the secret room, Bai Song was a little flustered when he cut off the knife, and carefully put the broken knife back in place, pretending that nothing had happened.

I thought that my face was thick enough and I wouldn't be embarrassed by this, but I didn't expect that when the matter was exposed, Bai Song still couldn't help but feel weak.

The auction was thrown into chaos because of a broken knife, and everyone was in a circle.

After reacting, some people couldn't help but scold, saying that the Chengfeng Chamber of Commerce was teasing everyone and wanted the president of the Chamber of Commerce to come out and give an explanation.

Wang Mingyou had just come out with a knife from Dongyingren's side, and he was stupid when he encountered such a thing.

But unlike others, he knows more details.

This knife was good before, and only Bai Song had entered it before the auction began.

Except for Bai Song, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

Now everyone is clamoring for someone to speak, and this is not a trivial matter.

First of all, among the guests, there are representatives of some big people, and their status is not lower than that of Bai Song.

Secondly, this knife is consigned by the Dongying royal family, so if the knife is broken, how to compensate?

This pot is not something that a small businessman dares to carry.

Wang Mingyou directly found Bai Song: "Mr. Bai, should you give me an explanation for this broken knife?" ”