Xia Chuxue nodded silently, and continued to drink the tea cup in her hand with a wave of her hand.

I saw that Xia Yingying didn't go out, but called the little guy just now to come over and give him a few words in his ear, and sat there quietly.

Neither of them spoke, and for a moment the air became quiet.

After a while, the steward also hurriedly ran over, he had been instructing his subordinates to look for Shen Jianxiao today, but there was no news at all, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and suddenly Xia Yingying sent someone over to say that the owner of the spiritual liquid had arrived, and immediately turned back like a fart.

When I came in and saw Xia Chuxue, I was stunned for a few seconds, if I remember correctly, the owner of the spiritual liquid should be a man, what is the identity of this woman? Could it be that I just stopped myself and wanted to talk about the spiritual liquid?

Thinking of this possibility, the steward was eager to pat himself on the head, he seemed to be impatient with the little girl just now.

In the end, he was used to seeing all kinds of people, but he was instantly smiling all over his face, as if the previous unpleasantness had never happened at all.

"You're the owner of the aura?"

He didn't bother with who the previous owner of the Ichor was, anyway, whoever had a small wooden plaque in his hand, they would auction it.

His eyes glanced in the direction of Xia Yingying, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he became more enthusiastic about Xia Chuxue.

"Hehehe... Come, come, pony, hurry up and bring the best tea from our auction house to entertain your guests!"

At the beginning of summer, the snow immediately beckoned to interrupt.

"No need, I've already drunk enough tea for all this time you've been waiting for, and now my stomach is full of water. ”

The steward smiled awkwardly, and looked at Xia Yingying again, and no one spoke, and the space returned to the same tranquility as just now, but there was just one more person.

They spoke, Xia Chu Xue Yi didn't speak, she knew that this was a kind of psychological tactic, whoever spoke first would fall behind, and the other party would definitely be led by the other party when negotiating.

It may be that the steward knows Xia Chuxue's current situation, so he is not in a hurry, anyway, this matter is not asking for others, but for others to ask for themselves.

It's a big deal to take out the spiritual liquid for auction, he doesn't dare to say anything else, if it is about financial resources, no monk in the auction hall can compare to the auction house.

The steward and Xia Yingying sat there without saying a word with a calm and relaxed expression, but Xia Chuxue was so anxious in her heart.

Although she knows how to do it, and she also knows that it is a weakness to speak first, but the situation is stronger than people, and she is in a state of psychological crisis, people must not be afraid to wait, the big deal is to auction the spiritual liquid, and then find someone inside the auction house to bid for it, so that you may be able to pay less for some spirit stones.

Because even if it is a foundation building period monk below, the spirit stone magic weapon on his body is very limited, and it cannot be compared with the auction house at all.

And since the financial situation is limited, the price will not be raised too high, and it is a very common price to sell, more than 100 times lower than the market price.

In this way, the auction house bought the spiritual liquid in advance, which was still the best result for Xia Chuxue.

After thinking about this, she no longer struggled, and directly coughed a few times before she spoke.

"I heard that your auction house is interested in buying my aura, do you know what price it will be paid?"

The steward and Xia Yingying were relieved when they heard Xia Chuxue finally speak.

Xia Yingying said

"Fellow Daoist, we are willing to pay 10 million spirit stones to buy your drop of spiritual liquid, what do you think?"

At the beginning of summer, Xue looked at his nose and nose, and his nose and heart seemed to be unmoved, but his heart was turbulent, and he almost screamed.

Oh my God, a drop of spiritual liquid is so valuable, there is a lot of spiritual liquid in the space, you can have as much as you want in a pond, hehehe, that cheap master really left himself a monstrous fortune.

The steward saw that she did not speak, but lowered his eyebrows and did not know what he was thinking there, and then spoke again.

"What? But do you think this price is unreasonable? You must know that even if you take this thing out for auction, you can't sell it at this price at all, the net worth of the foundation building period monk is very limited, even if the three major families want to auction it off, they have to do their best, but once they are unwilling to do this, your spiritual liquid will be very worthless!"

10,000,000 lower-grade spirit stones is 1,000,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and of course the steward knows that this price is far less than one-half of the precious price of the spiritual liquid itself, but who makes this a small place? It is not easy to sell this kind of price today.

At the same time, I was puzzled in my heart, obviously I could take this thing to Middle-earth for auction, and the price would increase more than tenfold, why should I bury it in this corner place?

So there was only one answer he got, either the origin of this spiritual fluid was unknown, or the owner of the spiritual fluid had no background, and it would be easy to sell it and it would be difficult to escape.

Thinking about it like this, the steward lowered the price to 10 million lower-grade spirit stones.

Xia Chuxue is not deeply involved in the world and doesn't talk much about business, but she can be sure that the spiritual liquid is definitely more than this price, so she pretends to be difficult.

"If you take it out for auction, the three major families may pay a higher price than you?"

"And how much do you want?" asked Xia Yingying.

"Otherwise, you can give me a good price, but I don't want spirit stones, I want the magic weapon of the same price stored in the warehouse of your auction house in exchange, and there is a condition attached..."

"On what terms?"

Xia Yingying asked a little anxiously, and after getting a glare from the steward, he sat back stupidly.

"I think you should also know that the Shen family has already surrounded the auction house, and you also understand my current situation, so I want to ask you to keep it secret for me!"

The steward and Xia Yingying were immediately relieved when they heard this additional condition.

"You can rest assured, our auction house has absolute rules, everything about customers is confidential, even if they die, they can't be revealed to the public!" the steward assured with an oath.

At the beginning of summer, Xue felt a little more settled.

She originally wanted to seek the protection of the auction house, but after thinking about it, they were not familiar with it, unless the price of the spiritual liquid was pushed to the minimum, Xia Chuxue didn't care about that drop of spiritual liquid, but she lacked a magic weapon!

Finally, the price was finalized thoroughly.

"You are also surnamed Xia, I am also surnamed Xia, maybe we were still a family 500 years ago, yes, I will sell you a face today, 60 million spirit stones, I can't add more!"

Xia Yingying got the steward's indication of this price, and despite this, their auction house still made money, and it made a lot of money.

As long as you take something to Middle-earth for auction, the price will definitely double.