Offering treasures
The whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone looked at the person holding the sign - Zhou Zhenguo.
He didn't know when he was sitting in the first row.
Exchange it for a national treasure?!
However, Zhong Ling shook her head slightly.
She raised her eyes and took the initiative to speak: "Those things originally belonged to Daxia, so they are not a price."
Zhou Zhenguo was stunned, then smiled bitterly. He understood what Zhong Ling meant.
At this time, an instruction came from Qiao Jianmin's headset.
His body trembled, and then he straightened his back.
He glanced at Zhong Ling, who was sitting calmly in the main seat. The latter seemed to have noticed something and turned her gaze to him.
Qiao Jianmin took a deep breath and spoke into the microphone:
"I'm bidding on behalf of the country."
As soon as he finished speaking, the venue fell silent.
Everyone was stunned, including the three major families who were bidding fiercely.
They slowly turned their heads and looked at Qiao Jianmin on the rostrum with disbelief in their eyes.
The national team... is out?
Qiao Jianmin continued:
"We can't give a specific number, because no amount of money can measure the value of this pill."
"Our offer is a commitment."
"With the reputation of the Great Xia nation as a guarantee, as long as it does not violate morality and your personal wishes, you can make any request to the country in the future.
Whether this request requires mobilizing national resources, modifying a national policy, or anything else.
As long as you ask, the country will do it for you at all costs."
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone was stunned by the offer.
This is a blank check issued by a superpower!
Its value is simply inestimable!
The patriarch of the Ba family in Hong Kong, the Lin family, the Rong family... all the wealthy people who had been bidding frantically before, now became quiet.
They had no resentment, as something like the Soul-Restoring Pill should not belong to any one person or family.
Its ultimate destination can only be the nation. It is up to the nation to decide, and to use this single chance of resurrection on the most crucial person. This is its best destination.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling glanced at Qiao Jianmin, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Can."
One word, and everything is settled.
The Soul-Restoring Pill returns to Daxia.
Qiao Jianmin felt like he was about to collapse. He banged the hammer and announced in a resounding voice, "The auction is now successfully concluded!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Ling, who was sitting in the main seat, disappeared.
…
The wish power brought to Zhong Ling by this auction far exceeded expectations, and these wish powers were integrated into the golden elixir.
On the golden elixir, light flowed, and the originally flawless surface now had faint cracks.
This is a sign of an impending breakthrough.
Zhong Ling's eyes were deep. From the middle to the late stage of the Golden Core, the time was ripe!
She took out her cell phone and dialed Qiao Jianmin's number.
"Comrade Zhong Ling." Qiao Jianmin's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
"I'm going to be in seclusion for a while, about a month. During this time, don't let anyone disturb me." Zhong Ling's voice was light and no emotion could be heard.
"Don't worry!" Qiao Jianmin agreed without hesitation. "I'll make arrangements right away and ensure that no one and nothing will disturb you."
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Ling entered the mustard seed space.
Zhong Ling came to the World Tree, sat cross-legged, and sank his mind into his dantian.
She guided her willpower and spiritual power, continuously rushing towards the golden elixir.
“Click——”
With a crisp sound, the first crack on the golden elixir expanded, followed by the second, the third...
Dense cracks spread rapidly.
Zhong Ling steadily controlled this power, constantly compressing and purifying it, and the speed of the golden elixir's rotation became faster and faster.
"Buzz—"
A burst of light dissipated, and the golden elixir in the center of the dantian became a whole circle larger than before.
In the late stage of Jindan, it was accomplished.
Zhong Ling slowly opened her eyes, and a ray of golden light flashed across her eyes.
She picked up her phone and saw that a month had passed in the outside world.
The cell phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone.
"Hello."
On the other end of the line, it was Qiao Jianmin's voice: "Comrade Zhong Ling, good afternoon. Are you out of quarantine?"
"Well, let's get to the point." Zhong Ling said briefly.
Qiao Jianmin cleared his throat and said, "The Shen family from the previous auction would like to meet you. They are willing to offer a rare ancestral item and hope to present it to you in person."
Zhong Ling didn't even raise her eyelids, and said in a flat tone: "Offer a treasure?"
Qiao Jianmin quickly said, "They say this thing is quite special. It's an ancestral jade pendant that remains warm and moist year-round. The most peculiar thing is that there seem to be flowing lines inside the jade pendant that are constantly changing."
Zhong Ling's hand paused slightly.
Flowing lines?
This sounds like a magical instrument that seals something.
On the other end of the phone, Qiao Jianmin saw that Zhong Ling had been silent for a long time, and he felt anxious and was about to say something else.
"Got it." Zhong Ling finally spoke in a light voice, "Come over tomorrow afternoon at 3 o'clock. You lead the way."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
On the other side, the Shen family.
When Shen Zhenhua received the confirmation call from Qiao Jianmin, the hand holding the receiver trembled slightly.
"She... agreed?"
"Yes, Mr. Shen, I'll pick you up at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhenhua slowly sat back in the armchair, hoping that the jade pendant would catch the eye of Master Zhong.
…
The afternoon sun shines on the grape vines, casting light and shadows.
Zhong Ling was sitting in front of a stone table with a pot of tea on it when Qiao Jianmin's voice came from the door.
"Comrade Zhong Ling, the Shen family has arrived."
Zhong Ling said calmly, "Come in."
Soon, a figure walked into the yard under the guidance of Qiao Jianmin.
He was an old man wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit. Despite his age, his back was straight.
Zhong Ling had seen him at the auction.
"Ms. Zhong, I'm sorry to bother you." Shen Zhenhua spoke first, his voice respectful.
"Sit down." Zhong Ling uttered a word and gestured to the stone bench opposite.
Shen Zhenhua sat down as he was told and placed the rosewood box he had been holding in his hand on the stone table.
"Ms. Zhong, I came here this time to present you with an heirloom. I hope you can help me find the lost granddaughter of our Shen family." Shen Zhenhua's voice was very solemn.
He didn't beat around the bush. In front of such an existence, any scheming and temptation would be foolish.
Zhong Ling's eyes fell on the wooden box and she said nothing.
Shen Zhenhua took a deep breath and opened the wooden box.
The box was covered with bright yellow brocade, on which lay a jade pendant.
The jade pendant is not the common type of jade on the market. When Shen Zhenhua picked up the jade pendant, he could see the patterns inside the jade pendant flowing slowly under the refraction of sunlight.
Zhong Ling's eyes finally showed a ripple, not because of the strangeness of the jade pendant, but because she felt a sense of familiarity.
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