Lin Feng frowned, "What's wrong with the parking space? Please look carefully, this part is a non-motor vehicle parking space!"

The young man stuck his head out, took a look, and found that it was indeed true.

"So what? Who would come to the auction house on an electric bike, and it's shit green in color!" The young man showed a look of disgust on his face.

Lin Feng took out his cell phone and took a picture of the accident scene. Seeing this, the young man hurriedly got out of the car.

"What are you taking pictures of? Who told you to take pictures!" The young man slapped Lin Feng's phone to the ground. The phone broke into pieces instantly and the screen was shattered into pieces.

"I was just taking pictures and claiming insurance!" Lin Feng said while suppressing his anger. After all, it was just a cell phone and it wasn't worth getting too mad about.

The young man looked at Lin Feng with disdain.

"Going for insurance? I don't need it! Do you know who I am?"

The young man pointed at himself and said arrogantly.

Lin Feng sneered. He just wanted to settle the score with him, but he didn't expect him to introduce himself. He immediately became interested.

"I really don't know, why don't you tell me about it?"

"I am the young master of the Lin family, Lin Feng!"

When Lin Feng heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of salt soda.

He was Lin Feng, so who was he? Did he jump out from a crack in the stone?

"Really? I'm so scared!" Lin Feng said indifferently.

The young man who pretended to be Lin Feng felt even more proud when he heard Lin Feng say this.

"It's okay if you're afraid. Here are two thousand dollars, enough for your broken tram. Don't bother with me anymore! Rubbish!" The young man pulled out a stack of red bills and threw it at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng frowned.

Then he bent down and picked up the money. After all, insulting and damaging money is against the law.

The young man couldn't help laughing when he saw Lin Feng picking up money on the ground like a dog.

"Haha! Poor bastard! You dare to come to the auction? You really don't know what's good for you!"

The young man deliberately stepped on a piece of money to embarrass Lin Feng and see if Lin Feng would pick it up.

Seeing the dirty feet in front of him, Lin Feng resisted the urge to grab them and throw them aside, and said in a deep voice: "I'll give you one last chance, take your dirty feet away!"

The young man felt even happier when he saw Lin Feng getting angry.

"I won't, let me see what you can do to me!"

When Lin Feng was about to take action, Old Wang's voice sounded behind him.

"Brother Lin, hurry up, the auction is about to start!"

Old Wang really didn't understand why Lin Feng was wasting time with a little kid.

When the young man heard that the auction was about to begin, he immediately became serious, stopped arguing with Lin Feng, and hurried into the venue.

Lin Feng picked up the money, sorted it out, and then handed it to Wang Lao's subordinates.

"Keep it for safekeeping!"

The subordinate looked at Mr. Wang, and Mr. Wang nodded. Then the subordinate put the money away.

The two entered the auction.

"One of the items being auctioned this time is a rare treasure. Please help me take a good look at it later!" Old Wang instructed.

Lin Feng nodded with a serious expression. Something that could attract the attention of Mr. Wang must be something extraordinary.

After everyone was seated, the lights in the auction room suddenly went out, and then the lights on the stage came on.

An auction item placed under a glass cover appeared.

Soon, a slim and pretty woman came up.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!"

"Our auction has officially begun!"

"The first piece of collection to be auctioned today is Tang Dynasty tri-colored glazed pottery. Look, everyone..."

Although it was good, Lin Feng knew from Wang Lao's expression that this was not what Wang Lao wanted. The following few items were also mediocre, which made Lin Feng more and more curious about what the treasures that Wang Lao mentioned looked like.

When Lin Feng was drowsy, he was woken up by Mr. Wang.

Lin Feng half opened his eyes and turned to look at Mr. Wang.

At this moment, it would not be an exaggeration to describe Mr. Wang's expression as ecstasy.

Lin Feng looked towards the stage.

"The next piece of collection can be said to be the most precious treasure in the bottom of the box today. This item is a painting, but you will never guess who painted it!"

The auctioneer slowly unfolded the painting, and the mystery was revealed.

"This is the work of the famous Tang Dynasty painter Wu Daozi, the Scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals."

Almost everyone at the scene gasped.

"The Scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals" is a line-drawing figure scroll on silk, which features line-drawing portraits of 87 Taoist figures. Each one is lifelike, just like a real person. Although there is no text, it gives people a strong sense of picture.

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Lin Feng's golden eyes showed six billion on it! Who can afford this? "Can you afford this?" Lin Feng looked at Mr. Wang.

Old Wang shook his head, then motioned Lin Feng to continue listening.

"A replica of!"

There was a sudden sigh from the audience. Everyone was looking forward to it, but they didn't expect it to be not the original.

But since it was not an authentic work, why did the words "six billion" flash in Lin Feng's eyes? Lin Feng noticed something was wrong.

After a closer look, Lin Feng discovered that there was a piece of paper vaguely visible in the replica, but because the pen and ink overlapped, he couldn't see clearly what was drawn on it. However, he thought that the thing worth 6 billion must be that thing.

"Mr. Wang, listen to me, no matter how much it costs, you have to buy it!"

Old Wang nodded, "Of course! But if it's higher than the original value, forget it!"

"Lin Feng, what do you think of this replica?"

Lin Feng looked around and found that no one noticed him, so he lowered his head and said to Wang Lao: "There is a mystery inside, you must take a picture!"

Old Wang turned around and looked at Lin Feng in surprise.

"really?"

Lin Feng nodded.

The auctioneer continued, "The starting price is RMB 300,000!"

Even though it is a replica, there are very few that can be reproduced so lifelike, so there are many people willing to pay for it at the auction.

Of course, among those who are raising their hands, there will inevitably be some people who are trying to drive up the price.

The auction price has reached 30 million.

The auctioneer didn't seem to expect that such a replica would be auctioned at such a high price.

Wang Lao didn't want to waste any more time, so he simply said, "One hundred million!"

The auctioneer widened his eyes and looked at Mr. Wang in disbelief.

"One hundred million! Is there anyone else who wants to pay?"

"One hundred million at a time!"

"One hundred million twice!"

"One hundred million three times!"

As the hammer struck its third blow, the auctioneer shouted, "Congratulations to this gentleman for winning a replica of Wu Daozi's Scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals!"

Everyone looked at Old Wang as if he were a fool, but it was still unclear who was the fool and who was smart.

The auctioneer then took out the last item.

"Next is the last item for auction, which is a 500-year-old ginseng. The starting price is 5 million!"

Five hundred year old ginseng is only eaten to strengthen the body, and most people buy it as a gift.