The story behind this number is intriguing.

Is it a shy and reluctant move, or is it an insulting bid for disgusting people?

The eyes of everyone in the venue turned to the direction of shouting this price, and the bidder also stood up tremblingly, like a sifting chaff!

"Yin Daoyou?" Cui Yun's voice contained a lot of surprise.

The bidder was the monk surnamed Yin, who had already earned almost two million before.

"My luck seems to be good today, I think...... Give it a go!" said the monk Yin's face flushed abnormally.

Cui Yun frowned slightly: "Yin Daoyou's financial resources are unexpectedly strong?"

The monk surnamed Yin trembled even more: "This is my whole net worth!" I don't know whether to bet on this or not, but I can't help it. ”

Cui Yunqiang said with a smile: "A small gamble is pleasant, a big gamble hurts the body, Yin Daoyou is going to work hard?"

The monk surnamed Yin took out a Qiankun bag from his waist, reached in and took out a large handful of spirit stones and threw them on the ground, which was also mixed with all kinds of miscellaneous items.

After a short time, there was nothing left in the Qiankun bag, so the monk surnamed Yin slowly sorted out the things on the ground, divided the spirit stones into several piles according to their grades, and threw the other things aside.

For a sane monk, counting was not complicated, and before the monk surnamed Yin counted the spirit stones on his body, most of the monks in the venue had already figured out how many spirit stones he had on his body.

Sixty one million two hundred eighty three thousand five!

There is the principal he brought, as well as the more than two million he just earned before.

More than 60 million is not a small number, although many of the people present can come up with this money, but if it is really bloodless, it is enough to break the bones.

And for the monk surnamed Yin, more than 60 million is not a matter of muscles and bones, but all of his net worth!

Taking all one's wealth out to fight for a stone is a gambler's behavior, and it is the lowest kind of gambler's behavior, which is not taken by the wise.

Gambling stones are naturally gambling, but true elite gamblers also have their own principles that must be adhered to. For a veteran gambler, the first principle is to clearly distinguish between gambling funds and necessary expenses, that is, the funds used for gambling stones must be surplus spirit stones after satisfying life and cultivation.

I think that at the beginning, the first lesson that Lao Ding Tou taught Qian Yang gambling stone was money management, and other people were about the same.

This is true of gamblers, let alone merchants!

Most of the people here are businessmen, for them, gambling on stones itself is a loss-making business, and buying stones to unlock them is something that only stupid people will do, let alone taking all their wealth to fight for a stone?

So when the net worth of the monk surnamed Yin was counted, there were several sighs in the venue.

The monk surnamed Yin counted sixty-one million piles together, and the pitiful small pile was his surplus money.

At this time, the monk surnamed Yin seemed to be a little sober, looked at the small pile of spirit stones, and then thought that this might be all his wealth in the future, and a trace of remorse flashed in his eyes.

"All my money is here. The monk surnamed Yin smiled bitterly: "Since I have quoted the price, I don't have the courage to take it back, I don't know what the fate is, and I don't know how to decide." If any Taoist friend is interested in this rough stone, as long as there is a fixed price, I can only give up, and it can be regarded as helping me make a decision, thank you!"

The meaning of the monk's words is difficult to understand, and it is difficult to tell whether he wants someone else to bid or if he doesn't want anyone else to bid.

In fact, this happens to be the embodiment of the contradiction in his heart, all his courage has been used to make the first price, and the rest can only be left to fate.

There was silence in the field.

Cui Yun's eyes also flashed a trace of contradiction, and the nursery in the audience asked him covertly with his eyes, but Cui Yun pretended not to see it.

"Are there any Taoist friends who want to bid?" asked Hall Master Cui stubbornly.

Still no one spoke.

Ding Shen's estimate of 50 million has been deeply ingrained in people's minds, and in everyone's opinion, any bid higher than 50 million is risky.

And they're here to make a game today, and it's hilarious to lose a lot of money just to make a game.

Cui Yun still had a clear judgment of the situation in the venue, and he knew very well that the possibility of another bid was quite low.

But because he knew this, he felt a lot of pressure.

Since the start of the auction, there have only been three bids on the red superstar.

The first bidder was Yang Gong, but after the second person made a bid, he gave up directly.

The second bidder was his own family, needless to say.

It was only said that the third bidder, the monk surnamed Yin, had already revealed his family background, and everyone knew that he would never be able to keep up with the next bid, but no one was willing to kick him out at this time.

Then the ownership of this red giant star is actually completely in Cui Yun's hands, as long as he looks at it, the nurse below will buy the red giant back, but Cui Yun doesn't know whether to make this decision.

"Sixty-one million for the first time!" Cui Yun spoke slowly, leaving time for everyone to think about while also giving himself time to consider.

"Sixty-one million for the second time!" Cui Yun was expressionless, for fear that someone would misunderstand what hint he had made.

"Sixty-one million for the third time!" Cui Yun figured it out, he really couldn't make any hints. He'd endured enough of the changes that night, and he really didn't have any more courage to take the risk.

"Is 61 million yuan a small amount of this rough stone?" Cui Yun asked himself.

"Actually, it's okay?" Cui Yun comforted himself: "The two masters Deng and Meng's estimate of this rough stone was originally more than 100 million, plus unknown risks, and the cost of losing money and making money, 61 million is still within an acceptable range, right?"

Cui Yun finally convinced himself, and the muscles on his face were no longer tense.

Qian Yang in the corner subconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth, and he saw two words from Cui Yun's micro-expression - accept fate!

Sure enough, Cui Yun showed a relieved smile: "Congratulations to Yin Daoyou, 61 million, deal!"

As soon as the word "deal" came out, Yang Gong was the first to stand up and applaud with a mysterious smile on his face.

With the applause of Yang Palace, the people in the venue also applauded, and soon, the applause of the entire venue was connected into a piece and merged into an ocean.

Cui Yun looked at Yang Gong with seven points of incomprehension on his face, and three points of horror that could not be hidden.

Yang Gong smiled and stretched out his thumb at Cui Yun, whose meaning was difficult to understand.

Then, Yang Gong took out a large handful of empty sacks from the bracelet and threw it far away to the monk surnamed Yin at the other end of the venue.

The flush on the face of the monk surnamed Yin is gone, and the rest is just a relaxed freehand, and maybe there is some joy in the completion of the big drama.

Raising his hand to take the sack, the monk surnamed Yin quickly packed all the 61 million spirit stones with his hands and feet, and then slowly lifted the sack to the front of the stage with his spiritual power, and politely gently placed it at Cui Yun's feet.

"Hall Master Cui, please solve the stone!" the monk surnamed Yin smiled.

Cui Yun looked at the monk surnamed Yin, and then at Yang Gong who was standing there with his arms in his arms, and a terrifying thought crossed his mind—shouldn't he have been tricked?

The atmosphere in the venue was inexplicably weird, and many monks seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions became extremely complicated.

On the side of the rostrum, the front foot of the calcite worker carrying the saw had already stepped to the stage, but the back foot was fixed there, and he could not walk or retreat, so he could only stand in place awkwardly.

"Xiao Cui, you are a calve!" Yang Gong urged again.

Cui Yun shook and turned his eyes to Qian Yang, who was sitting there with his head bowed and had no sense of existence.

At this time, Qian Yang sat there obediently, without raising his eyes, and the whole person showed an incomparably quiet, which was very different from the way he was talking on the stage just now.

"That's what he said that this stone is only worth 50 million!" Cui Yun's memory is still good, but now this person's appearance makes it impossible for him to contact the person just now.

Chen Er also stood up, and an invisible aura fell from the sky and pressed Cui Yun's body: "Hall Master Cui, let's solve the stone!"

Cui Yun took two steps back and looked at President Lu, but President Lu didn't relieve him this time, but sighed and shook his head.

The matter is a foregone conclusion, as for how the game is done, and who does it, it no longer matters, the only factor that can determine the outcome is only one, that is, the true value of the rough!

"Let's solve the stone!" President Lu also stood up, and there was impatience in his tone.

Cui Yun's eyes darkened, and he suddenly had the illusion that President Lu was also in the same group as those people!

Seeing that Cui Yun was silent, the audience began to coax.

"Let's dissolve the stone!"

"Master Cui!

......

Cui Yun's body swayed, and he had the illusion that the entire venue was with those people.

Cui Yun just stood there stunned, the scene was simply too embarrassing. The buddy in the audience who had bid 60 million before couldn't stand it, and subconsciously reminded: "Hall Master Cui, let's solve the stone!"

Cui Yun was completely stunned, and said in his heart, could it be that your kid is also with them?

The feet of the stone solver station on the side of the stage are numb, and they simply don't stand there, anyway, they have to solve the stone sooner or later, so why spend their lives here?

So, the stone solver didn't wait for Cui Yun's instructions, and passed by Cui Yun with a saw, and went to the red giant.

Cui Yun was already numb, this time he understood, the people in the world were from the other gang, and he was the only one who sang a one-man show here all day. The people in the entire venue, Elder Jin who was in the background, they teamed up to set up a trap and put him in it.

Raise your eyes and look down on all enemies!

Cui Yun didn't know how these people were united, and he didn't know why he himself ended up in such a situation.

No one can understand the suffering of Hall Master Cui, except for Qian Yang.

Qian Yang could clearly feel Cui Yun's helplessness at this time, and he could feel the pathos of this person even more.

In fact, no one in this world will deliberately target anyone, but some people have sadly stood on the opposite side of the general trend from the beginning.