Chapter 47 Auction 3, Finale

Qu Tong couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It's quite miserable.

Even though she lives such a miserable life, her hair is still so good. Although she is thin, her face is still pretty, her skin is fair, and her whole body reveals a morbid beauty.

I have to say, genes are pretty powerful.

The blond man did not start the bidding. As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, bidding sounds rang out in the hall, and several people in the private rooms on the second and third floors also spoke up.

Qu Tong took a rough look and found that most of the people bidding in the hall on the first floor were older women. There were also a few young men and a creepy old man. He knew what they were going to do.

After rounds of bidding, she finally got a price for her stone.

Qu Tong was amazed in his heart, thinking that being good-looking can make others spend more money on you.

However, Yu Yao on the side kept looking at Qu Tong.

Seeing that Qu Tong was just looking at the cage in the middle quietly without any extra emotions, he didn't understand why Qu Tong didn't bid this time.

Anyone who had asked Qu Tong a question before, regardless of whether they won the bid or not, had participated in the bidding.

Besides, young girls are the most soft-hearted.

Qu Tong of course noticed Yu Yao's look and said with a smile: "In your eyes, do I look like a sucker?"

Yu Yao: “…”

Yu Yao smiled awkwardly and quickly shook her head to deny it.

Qu Tong didn't mind and continued watching the auction.

The turntable holding the cages slowly rotated for display, and when the man's handsome face happened to be facing her direction, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he never woke up.

Finally, a fat, middle-aged, greasy uncle was photographed in the lobby on the first floor. His squinting eyes seemed even smaller due to his obesity, and his smile looked somewhat obscene.

One can almost foresee what miserable fate the sick beauty will have in the future.

After a long preparation, the people on the field were not impatient at all, but became more and more expectant.

“My heart is beating fast, my hands are shaking, and now it’s time to auction the final item!”

"I believe everyone has received the news. After 30 years, our black market has welcomed a special-grade potion again! This special-grade potion can reduce the riot value of SS psychics by 10 points. I believe there will be more below SS level. Don't question it. It has been officially certified and we will pay for the quality."

The auctioneer gave a passionate speech and danced with excitement, as if he had seen the scene of everyone scrambling for the goods in advance.

Suddenly, there was a wave of enthusiasm in the field, with constant discussions and cheers.

"Really? Holy shit!"

"Isn't this nonsense? The black market officials are promoting it themselves, how could it be false? The black market is well-known for its unfair terms. If you dare to withdraw the bid, you will lose your pants."

"I finally got the chance to see the legendary special-grade potion. There's no chance of filming it."

"I'm just here to broaden my horizons. How can I compete with the big guys on the second, third, and fourth floors?"

"I guarantee that there will be a scramble today."

"Of course not. The amount of top-grade medicine produced in the entire empire in a year can be counted on one hand. There are many people who have money but cannot afford it."

"Didn't the Pharmacist Guild sign a treaty that the special-grade potions could only be supplied to the military and royal nobles for their own use? How could it flow into the black market?"

"That's true. The special-grade potion from 30 years ago came from the neighboring Cangling Empire, but the potion master died 10 years ago."

"Is there a new master of medicine coming out?"

"It's very likely. My father's second aunt works as a cleaner on the black market. I heard from inside sources that there is more than one special-grade medicine, it seems that there are three."

"Tsk! Stop bragging. How can a cleaner easily hear such inside information?"

The discussion in the hall had already been in full swing, and the private rooms were soundproofed and had windows, so any discussion was among just one group of people.

The auctioneer paused for a moment on purpose just to set the mood, and he seemed very satisfied with what he had just heard.

Qu Tong in the private room was also very satisfied.

The auctioneer raised his hammer and there was a moment of silence.

The auctioneer took the opportunity to say: "Today's surprises are far more than that. The special-grade potion that appeared in our auction house today is not just one bottle, but three bottles!"

"What!!!"

"Oh my god, it really is three bottles, did I hear it right?"

"Normally one bottle showing up is enough to cause a stir, but what does it mean when three bottles show up at once?"

"Ah!! I'm going crazy."

The auctioneer shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs, "You heard it right, three bottles! Three bottles of special-grade medicine, to be auctioned in three batches."

As he said this, he tore off the red cloth covering the tray.

There was a sudden scream and cheer on the field!

Lan Jianghong, who was in the private room on the third floor, stood up suddenly and looked at the tray covered with red cloth on the field with a grim face.

"What's going on recently? Miss Ali's Temple of the God of Wealth just appeared, and a special-grade potion appeared at the auction, and there were three of them at once. Is it easy to be a potion master?"

What happened in the past few days made Lan Jianghong's temper particularly changeable.

I thought it was infuriating enough that an ungrateful and unknown shop owner disrupted the market price, but I didn't expect that he had contact with the military. The people below reported that the military reduced their benefits by 30% in the first half of the year.

He personally went to the military to ask for an explanation, but the old fox Gong Yun actually cried poor and acted pitiful to him, and his attitude was extremely nice, but he refused to give up the 30% of the benefits no matter what.

This made him feel very angry these days.

"Grandpa, don't be angry. It may not be from our empire. This place gathers the resources of two great empires, and even the Cang Ling Empire is involved. If it is from another empire, it cannot threaten us for the time being."

Lan Weiying spoke softly and comfortingly, brewing a cup of tea and pushing it in front of Lan Jianghong.

Lan Jianghong took the tea and drank it all. His tone became calmer, but he was still unhappy:

"What Xiaoying said makes sense. Let me see how many people can grab three bottles of potion."

Lan Weiying frowned and disagreed: "No, Grandpa, we want to shoot too. The efficacy of our special-grade potion is not stable. It is rare that it can reduce the riot value of SS-level psychics by 10%. Take it back and study it. Maybe the efficacy of our potion can be improved."

"Besides, who can steal things from us pharmacists?"

Lan Jianghong listened to Lan Weiying's analysis, which coincided with his own thoughts, and felt relieved: "She is worthy of being the genius girl of our Lan family."

Lan Weiying was not embarrassed by the praise. Instead, she became more confident and calm, with a perfect smile on her delicate face.

In another private room, Gong Lingyu looked down through the window with a burning gaze, her eyes filled with the confidence that she was determined to win.

"Father, can Jun Li's master prepare a special-grade potion?"

Gong Yun sat at the table, looking relaxed: "It's possible."

Seeing that his father was acting mysterious again, Gong Lingyu rolled his eyes and changed the subject: "If I don't have enough money later, can you lend me your small treasury?"

(End of this chapter)