"Interesting, it seems that I will really find what I thought of this time!" Jiang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.
But at this moment, Liang Huiyin, the imperial physician, suddenly shouted, "This insect is too small. My eyes are blurry and I can't see it clearly. But I think we should be cautious. After all, this is the first auction of spiritual insects, and no one has any experience."
Although the meaning was subtle, everyone was smart enough to immediately understand what Imperial Physician Liang meant!
This amber stone is very risky, so Imperial Physician Liang used his first opportunity to persuade people not to buy it!
So everyone listened to the advice and stopped talking.
In the end, only Jiang Fan said calmly: "One hundred and twenty-five million!"
"Pfft! This Lord of the Southern Sky is really interesting. Why does he love to be different from others? Is he born with a rebellious streak? Even in this state, he still wants to buy it?"
"It's really hard to persuade a suicidal person with good words. The old saying is true!"
"What a pity! Imperial Physician Liang has used up such a precious opportunity, but he still insists on wasting money. He is really courting death!" Upon hearing this, everyone immediately cast mocking and contemptuous glances at Jiang Fan.
Even several wealthy and powerful family bosses in Tiannan Province thought the same thing, wondering how unlucky we are to have such a person as the boss!
"What is Jiang Fan doing? Is he deliberately angry with me? There's no need to waste money like this!" Seeing Jiang Fan like this, Gu Qingya suddenly became anxious.
She really wanted to persuade Jiang Fan to give up and not waste the money, but her master was beside her, so she couldn't speak up. She could only anxiously keep winking at Jiang Fan.
It’s a pity that Jiang Fan didn’t even look at her!
“Bang!”
"One hundred and twenty-five million for the first time. Does anyone else want to bid?!" Ma Boyong asked, waving the auction hammer.
However, no one responded to the question of who would be such a clown.
Ma Boyong had no choice but to continue swinging his hammer and shouting, "One hundred and twenty-five million for the second time!"
"One hundred and twenty-five million for the third time! Deal!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, for winning the No. 3 amber stone at this auction. Would you like to take it away or have it cut on the spot? If you want to cut it on the spot, our auction house will provide the best stone cutters!" Ma Boyong asked.
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