"Okay, let's start the auction. Mr. Yang, what do you think is a suitable starting price?" Manager Sun could only agree helplessly and asked Yang Hongdao.

"I don't quite understand this either. How about starting at 10,000 taels, and each bid must be no less than 1,000 taels? How about that?" Yang Hong asked. This was Miss Zhao Si's order. The higher the starting point, the deeper the pit can be dug, and Mu Hanyan can fall harder.

"Okay, let's get started. The starting bid is 10,000 taels, and each bid must not be less than 1,000 taels." Manager Sun said.

"I'll offer 11,000 taels." Yuan Tianbo looked at Mu Hanyan provocatively and made the first offer.

"Twelve thousand taels." Since it was acting, of course one had to act more realistically. Mu Hanyan followed without showing any weakness.

"Thirteen thousand taels." Yuan Tianbo pressed on.

"Fourteen thousand taels." Mu Hanyan refused to budge.

…

The two of them raised the price slowly, and the fire was gradually lit up.

The crowd smacked their lips. The starting price was 10,000 taels, and judging from the two men's expressions, they were clearly angry. They didn't know how high the final transaction price would be, so they also became excited.

In an instant, the auction hall became extremely heated.

"Twenty thousand." Seeing that Mu Hanyan was getting angry, Yuan Tianbo directly raised the price to twenty thousand. He didn't want to keep procrastinating and was waiting to see the show.

"Twenty-five thousand." Mu Hanyan pretended to be excited and added five thousand taels directly.

"Thirty thousand." Yuan Tianbo hoped that Mu Hanyan would be impulsive, the more impulsive the better. He looked at Mu Hanyan with contempt and directly put on an attitude of "I will kill you with money."

"Forty thousand." Mu Hanyan fell into the trap and added another ten thousand without hesitation.

"Fifty thousand." Seeing that Mu Hanyan fell into the trap, Yuan Tianbo became even more excited and continued to add fuel to the fire.

Mu Hanyan hesitated for a moment. It would be bad if the person who dug the pit accidentally buried himself. The price was already high enough. Should he just bury Yuan Tianbo directly?

"Brother Mu, you must not let a villain like Yuan Tianbo succeed. Who is he and who are you? If you lose to him, how can you face people in the future?" Seeing that Mu Hanyan seemed a little hesitant, **** Fan began to fan the flames again.

"Sixty thousand." Mu Hanyan looked at Yuan Tianbo's expression. Fifty thousand should not be Yuan Tianbo's bottom line. The pit can be dug deeper.

"Brother is so powerful, that's how it should be. Use the money to kill that little bastard Yuan Tianbo." **** Fan saw that Mu Hanyan's brain was still hot because of his words, and he flattered him excitedly.

Outside the hall, the third elder sighed deeply, and Mu Huaidong, who was standing next to him, turned his head away with disdain.

They came today to ask Qu Shanling to predict Mu Ziqing's fortune, but they didn't expect to see this scene.

Others didn't understand the entanglements and grudges between Mu Hanyan and the descendants of the Black Stone City families, nor did they understand their personalities and temperaments, so they might not be able to see anything, but they knew a lot. With the Third Elder's decades of life experience and Mu Huaidong's years of experience in the outside world, they could already tell that something was wrong.

"Mu Hanyan, doesn't she suspect that Yuan Tianbo and ****fan are in cahoots? One plays the good cop, the other plays the bad cop, deliberately luring him into a trap." The third elder said with a sigh.

Originally, after hearing Qu Shanling's shameless praise, his impression of Mu Hanyan had changed a little. He felt that Mu Hanyan was just young and ignorant, and had not made any big mistakes. He was not hopeless and might really become something useful.

But now, having witnessed his stupidity once again, he began to doubt Qu Shanling's judgment.