"Don't worry, I won't abandon you..."
…
The girl's clear voice.
Large amounts of bright red blood gushed out from the chest and abdomen.
The sharp pain of heavy objects falling on the chest and head.
My mind was in a mess, with only the blurry face of the girl appearing far and near.
In the last second before he lost consciousness, he saw a little red at the corner of the girl's eyes.
I don’t know if it was splashed blood or a congenital cinnabar mole.
The sky suddenly turned dark.
…
It was as if a thousand-pound hammer was hitting his head hard, each blow heavier than the last.
A sharp pain came over him and his vision went dark. Lu Changchuan suddenly raised his hand to hold the door frame and managed to keep his balance.
Blue veins will appear on the back of your hands and neck.
"Master Jiu..."
Lu Changchuan raised his hand, and the anxious voices around him suddenly stopped.
The voice in the auction hall was replaced by a charming and cool voice.
"This is an ancient martial arts token passed down from the ancestors of the Ye family. It is said that there are four more besides this one. If you collect all five tokens, you can discover a rare treasure."
"The Ye family went bankrupt, so I'm auctioning this ancient martial arts token for one dollar. As Party B, the guardian of the token, I will follow Party A's work arrangements for two years. And Party A will pay off my 100 million yuan debt. When the due date comes, I will pay back the debt with interest and get the token back. Otherwise, I'll be at Party A's disposal."
"One hundred million? Is a piece of scrap copper and iron worth one hundred million? Are you kidding me?"
"Haven't you heard that Miss Ye is the guardian of the token? With the token, hehe..."
"That's not the case. If the Ye family were as glorious as before, I would spend 1 billion, not to mention 100 million. But now... Miss Ye, you overestimate your worth!"
"Randomize it, everything can be discussed, Miss Ye, what do you think?"
The men in the audience looked at the Queen's throne under the spotlight with fascination.
…
The girl holding a black velvet tray and wearing a burgundy suspender skirt was breathtakingly beautiful.
Under the seaweed-like black curly hair, the exposed shoulders, neck and arms are glowing white.
The girl just looked at the audience quietly, but everyone in the audience felt that she was looking at them.
Her clear, dark eyes were sometimes pure and sometimes charming; the difference between being otherworldly and being alluring seemed to be just a glance away.
The cinnabar mole under the eye adds a bit of charm.
A woman cursed under her breath, "If you're selling tokens, why not just hand them over to the auctioneer? Why are you running up to the stage yourself?"
"That's right, you're selling the Ancient Martial Arts Token for one dollar. It's already this low, why are you still being so noble?"
…
The men started to clamor for a price reduction, while the women cursed at them. Ten minutes into the auction, no one held up a sign.
The auctioneer looked at Ye Wan with a dark face: Don’t forget, whether it can be sold or not, you have to pay the labor fee of 10,000 yuan!
Got it, got it, hurry up and shout! Ye Wan blinked so hard that he almost had a seizure! "Two dollars!"
Amid the noise, someone held up a sign in front of the door of the private room at the end of the second floor.
There was a sense of laziness and complacency in his voice, a sure win.
Ye Wan raised his eyes.
Not surprisingly, it was Guan Jifeng, the top agent known as the "Golden Abacus" of Huachen Media.
"Mr. Guan, congratulations. If you sign a 10-year contract, you will make a lot of money just by relying on Ye Wan!"
"I think it won't take 10 years... With Miss Ye's qualifications, she can earn enough money for Mr. Guan's retirement in three to five years!"
"It is said that the things that can be auctioned have some special qualities that cannot be told to outsiders. The broken stone that was brought up last year looked like an ordinary broken stone, but who would have thought that it would be a whole piece of top-grade imperial green. Mr. Sun, who bid 5 million for that broken stone, was laughed at by everyone. But he made a net profit of 300 million after reselling it. 300 million... Mr. Guan, where did this ancient martial arts token come from? You didn't bid just for Ye Wan, did you?"
…
The joking sounds from the second floor reached the first floor. The auctioneer looked around and raised the gavel.
"Two dollars once, two dollars twice, two dollars..."
"One hundred million!"
When the cold voice came down from above his head, the auctioneer's hand trembled, and the hammer fell with a clang, hitting his foot.
Tears burst out instantly.
The huge auction hall was completely silent.
That voice came from the third...third floor? One hundred million?
Add the 100 million foreign debt that Ye Wan had to pay off in the contract, and that would be 200 million! 200 million tokens?
Or a vixen worth 200 million? Tsk tsk tsk…
In the silence, Ye Wan looked up at the third floor with tears in her eyes: Sure enough, there are still people who know what they are talking about! Ye Mengmeng, did you see it?
Didn't hit my hand!!!
On the first day of November, I wish all the cute readers a happy day. I love you~~ (End of this chapter)