Chapter 1014 is just a piece of scrap

Sang Yin hadn't expected Xiliuyuan to make a move, and she felt a bit more delighted. After the auction, perhaps she could continue to talk to Bingjing and the prince.

"You kid." Old Feng turned around and blew his beard in anger, then turned around and shouted again: "Six million."

"Seven million."

Mr. Feng seemed to be arguing with him: "Eight million."

"Nine million."

“…”

Many noble families upstairs were watching the scene below. The price was beyond their ability to afford, and after a struggle, people had a little more admiration for the old man.

I don't know what his identity is, but he raised the price by one million at a time without blinking an eye, and even dared to argue with the Prince of Xiyan.

"Master, that old man seems to be very familiar with the leader of Feiyun Sect." A guard on the sixth floor reported.

"The leader of Feiyun Sect, Wei Zheng?" The middle-aged man was surprised.

"Yes, the old man who was holding the auction these past two days sat at the same table with the leader of Feiyun Sect."

The middle-aged man touched his chin and looked at the seat where Wei Zheng was. Feiyun Sect was a big sect in the Yunling area. They seldom traveled among several countries, and there were very few people who knew him well.

The old man knew that the other party was the Prince of Xiyan, but he was not polite at all. It seemed that he was not an ordinary person.

"Let's go and meet the leader of Feiyun Sect." The middle-aged man stood up and walked downstairs.

"Ten million."

Xiliuyuan remained calm.

Mr. Feng rolled up his sleeves, unwilling to accept it, and was about to shout, but was stopped by Helian Chen.

"You little bastard, why are you pulling me here?" Old Feng turned around and shouted angrily.

“…”

"Mr. Feng, forget it." Ye Qianning couldn't help but speak out.

"That's a treasure, how can we just let it go?" Old Feng said with dissatisfaction.

Sang Yin didn't expect the price of 10 million to be so crazy. Judging from the old man's expression, he had no intention of letting go. It was not that the other families didn't want to bid, but the Prince of Xiyan had spoken, which made them a little afraid.

After thinking for a while, she looked at Song Qi and Chen Siqing in the distance.

Song Qi was already very excited when he heard the 10 million. Everyone knew that Prince Xiyan would not give up easily on something he set his eyes on, so it would be a good thing if he could make Xiyan bleed.

Moreover, anyone could see from the attitude of the old man next to him that he would not give up. It was a good time to raise the price, and Lin Hui just happened to give him a hint.

"Eleven million." Song Qi shouted at the top of his voice.

When Mr. Feng heard this, he immediately looked towards the source of the voice and ignored Ye Qianning's attempts to stop him: "Twelve million."

After shouting, he puffed his beard and glared at Song Qi provocatively.

"Thirteen million."

Song Qi was full of vigor, raising his chin slightly, and he really deserved a beating.

Mr. Feng couldn't bear to watch: "One thousand... Ouch..."

Before he could finish his words, he was pinned down by Xiang Minghou.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Mr. Feng was anxious.

"Mr. Feng, the ice flakes above are just scraps. Don't be so anxious to buy them. The next item is the real deal." Ye Qianning's crisp voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Scraps?

Is the ice flake above just a scrap?

Lin Hui's face turned pale when she heard this. What leftovers?

Song Qi was also confused. Leftovers?

Isn't borneol a unique treasure in the world? How did it become a waste product?

"Really?" Old Feng's arrogance subsided a bit.

"Mr. Feng doesn't believe what I say." Ye Qianning raised his eyes.

Elder Feng looked over and suddenly laughed, pushing away Marquis Xiang Ming's hand: "I believe what the little girl said, hehe."

He smiled, sat down and stopped bargaining.

"Thirteen million at a time." shouted the manager.

The scene was quiet, and there was no more sound of bidding.

(End of this chapter)