"Why did that monk do this?" Zhou Yiru asked at Liu Qingming. Bayi Chinese ≠≈≥.≠8=1≤Z≥≥.=C≤O≥M

Liu Qingming looked at the box on the auction table and didn't say anything.

"Due to the special nature of this wineware, our starting price is $150 million."

Basil said on the auction table. After finishing speaking, there was a buzzing sound from the audience. Obviously, there are still many people who can't understand why this item is the finale of this auction, and more importantly, the starting price is even higher than "Iris".

However, as soon as Basiler's voice landed, there were bids.

The bidder was a South Korean, who looked to be about forty years old, with a stubble under his chin, his eyes fixed on the crystal box on the auction table, and his eyes showed a fiery gaze that did not match his calm countenance.

The next bidder was a Japanese, then a Vietnamese, and even Xu Fang was involved. Even several countries in Central Asia and some countries in the Middle East have come in. Basically, there are people in countries and nationalities that once regarded China as their suzerain.

It was the Korean and Japanese who shouted the most.

This thing caused such fierce competition, so that people who were just mixing in and joining in the fun were slightly puzzled.

"You shout"

Liu Qingming said to Zhou Yiru. The pink diamond he had just auctioned was enough for people to pay attention to, and if he bought this skull again, there was a good chance that he would become the focus of tonight's auction. With the current momentum, there is a chance that the auction will be sky-high.

"Do you really want to buy it?" Zhou Yiru asked Liu Qingming.

Liu Qingming nodded, picked up the tea bowl on the table next to him, and gently flicked the tea leaves in the tea bowl with the lid.

"This is really Song Lizong's skull wine vessel, doesn't it mean that Zhu Yuanzhang reburied this thing in the Song Mausoleum in Shaoxing with the gift of the emperor in order to awaken the vitality of the Chinese dragon vein?" Zhao Zhixing asked at Liu Qingming.

"I don't know"

Liu Qingming said. Whether the thing in the crystal box on the auction table was Song Lizong's skull or not, he couldn't say. However, this thing is very similar to the bowl that Lao Zhu got from those tomb robbers, and it looks exactly the same as Lao Zhu's description. It is said that the energy of this thing is very special, and it will turn into a dried corpse when a person touches it. But somehow, it will appear here and be put up for auction.

Hundreds of millions of dollars, although the competition is fierce, is not like the doubling price increase just now. Most of them are added by millions at a time, and by a lot of power, they are added by 10 million at a time. After all, most people are very cautious about billions of dollars. However, even so, after a while, the price exceeded 300 million US dollars.

At this point, many people have begun to retreat. After all, when it comes to this number, no matter how much you want, the person who shouts the price also has to consider his net worth. Even if the net worth is strong enough, but if you take out 300 million US dollars at once, it may be higher, and it is impossible for anyone not to feel pain.

The most fierce ones are still Koreans and Japanese.

By the time it reached 320 million, the Japanese had also withdrawn. In the entire auction hall, except for a few sporadic bidders, only the Korean and Zhou Yiru were left to bargain with each other. It's just that the South Korean's brow is already tightly furrowed.

Zhou Yiru's face also showed some hesitation, she had always thought that women were losers when they bought bags and accessories. Today I saw what a real loser is.

When it reached 350 million, a young man next to the Korean walked towards Zhou Yiru. The young man looked to be in his twenties, with a woman-like face.

"Hello, beautiful young lady, I'm Jang Jun-hee from South Korea's New Century, is it convenient to get to know you?"

The young man smiled at Zhou Yiru and stretched out his right hand. He was attracted to Zhou Yiru early, but when he got close to him, she turned out to be so charming.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I'm Zhou Yiru"

Zhou Yiru shook hands with Zhang Junxi, although the Korean New Century may not be familiar to ordinary people, but at her level, she can still understand the influence of this name. The Korean New Century Foundation ranks very low among Korean foundations, but as long as it does business with Koreans, it cannot get around this new century in many fields. Almost no one knows how big its potential impact is.

"Mr. Zhou of Tiancheng Venture Capital?" Zhang Junxi's eyes showed some surprise again.

"Mr. Zhang knows about me?" Zhou Yiru asked at Zhang Junxi suspiciously.

"I know, my father always mentions Mr. Zhou, my father always praises you, that kind of praise, it's hard for me to imagine that it comes from the mouth of an old-fashioned person like him. I've always been curious about what kind of person Mr. Zhou is, but I don't want to be so beautiful. If you can describe it in one word, it can only be the country and the city. ”

Zhang Junxi said to Zhou Yiru, and his eyes also showed some heat.

"Thank you Ling Zun for your praise, he is a senior worthy of learning from those of us who are younger generations, and I have always had a lot of respect for him. Zhou Yiru said to Zhang Junxi.

"Mr. Zhou, I won't go around the corner, to put it bluntly, my father likes this thing very much, I hope you can raise your noble hand. Zhang Junxi said with a smile at Zhou Yiru.

"I also like this thing very much, and I also like Mr. Zhang and Ling Zun to raise their noble hands" Before Zhou Yiru could say anything, Liu Qingming smiled at Zhang Junxi and said.

"Who is this?" Zhang Junxi frowned slightly.

"He's my husband, Liu Qingming," Zhou Yiru said to Zhang Junxi.

"So that's the case, I hope Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhou can give a face, there will be a good reward in the future, my father is really rare to meet a favorite thing. ”

An imperceptible hostility flashed in Zhang Junxi's eyes, on the one hand, it was Liu Qingming who turned out to be Zhou Yiru's man. On the other hand, Liu Qingming dared to reject him directly just now, which made him quite unhappy. However, a kind smile appeared on his face again.

"It's rare for me to meet something I like, if Mr. Zhang and Ling Zun can give face, there will be a good reward in the future," Liu Qingming said to Zhang Junxi.

"Hasn't Mr. Liu heard of the new century, is it true that he doesn't give any face?"

Zhang Junxi was stunned for a moment, some anger rose slightly on his face, and then he showed some sneer. After reporting to his family, he really hadn't met anyone who dared to give him such a face, and he felt that Liu Qingming might not have heard of them in the new century. After all, they are indeed low-key in the new century, and even many Koreans do not feel that they have much influence, and it is normal for a Chinese not to know.

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