The auction has ended.
But when Ye Wan returned to the hall, he saw that everyone was still there.
The focus of the crowd was Jiang Yanchi.
"Little brother, you are not willing to spend 60 million, so why don't you name a price?"
"That's right. Just name a price and we can go straight to the point. This saves us from a lot of hassles."
The onlookers were talking one after another, and Jiang Yanchi's lips were worn out, but no one believed that he had no intention of taking action.
Everyone thinks he is waiting for the highest price.
Seeing Ye Wan, Jiang Yanchi jumped up suddenly, "Sister Wan..." Help!
Seeing the tall and strong Jiang Yanchi jumping behind Ye Wan, everyone looked at Ye Wan and they were all confused.
The girl wore a black T-shirt, black pants, and a high ponytail.
That face alone is definitely unforgettable.
His face was cold and his eyes were smiling. When he stood there, he gave people the feeling of a swordsman for some reason.
It seemed as if in the next moment, she would draw out her sword and kill the person without anyone noticing.
Then she thought about the many items that were auctioned today, and she only raised her bid for three of them.
Among the three items, only the first one was taken by the owner of the Dark Domain.
She kept the other two items herself.
Everyone came to their senses at this moment, and suddenly felt as if they were wrong.
Looking at Ye Wan again, I always feel that she is some kind of unfathomable figure.
But that's not right.
In the recent underground auction in Hengcheng, there has never been a person with such profound Taoism.
Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, everyone felt unsure.
"Master Wei is here."
"Mr. Wei..."
As greetings rang out, the crowd automatically made way for one side from the outside to the inside.
Ye Wan immediately spotted the "Mr. Wei" who was striding towards him.
He was clearly a young man in his twenties, but he was wearing a traditional Chinese style T-shirt and had an inch-long ponytail on his head.
On the left arm, there is a tattoo of a black dragon in the sky.
Against his solemn appearance, he seemed to have a bit of ferocity and brutality.
But, those eyes were full of smiles, and from a distance, he looked very easy to talk to.
After a pause, Ye Wan felt that she seemed to know who that was.
Sure enough, Wei Shao took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand directly to Jiang Yanchi, "Jiang Shao, right? Hello, my name is Wei Jinrong. Want to be friends?"
He doesn't know him!
Unsure of what was going on, Jiang Yanchi went to see Ye Wan. He reached out to shake hands with Wei Jinrong and said, "Hello, Mr. Wei."
"I heard that Young Master Jiang hit a frying pan? I wonder if you can open my eyes for me?"
Wei Jinrong went straight to the point.
Seeing that Ye Wan didn't say anything, Jiang Yanchi knew that this should mean it was okay, so he nodded, "Okay."
The crowd moved aside and Gui Shao came out personally holding a tray.
"Young Master Ghost? Long time no see..."
Wei Jinrong greeted Gui Shao familiarly.
Then, he reached out and opened the red envelope covering the tray.
Seeing the black thing on the tray, Wei Jinrong's eyes narrowed.
It really is...
His breathing stagnated, Wei Jinrong raised his eyes to look at Gui Shao, "Can I pick it up and have a look?"
The young ghost smiled but did not answer.
Wei Jinrong reacted and turned around to ask Jiang Yanchi, "Mr. Jiang, can I pick it up and have a look?"
Jiang Yanchi glanced at Ye Wan and nodded, "Okay."
Someone beside him handed him a pair of white gloves, and Wei Jinrong carefully picked up the plate and looked at it.
3 minutes.
5 minutes.
15 minutes...
With bated breath, everyone stared at Wei Jinrong intently.
More than 20 minutes later, Wei Jinrong slowly put down the plate and took off his white gloves.
Looking back at Jiang Yanchi, "One hundred million, are you willing to sell it, Mr. Jiang?"
One...one hundred million???
The air seemed to freeze and the hall was filled with silence.
(End of this chapter)