Zhang Tao was in great pain.
But with his previous experience, he knew very well that if he didn't satisfy Zhou Buzhou this time, his losses might double...
If 40 million is doubled...
He can't bear it!
Zhang Tao glared at Zhou Buzhou and said through gritted teeth, "Okay! This sword!"
"But after I give you this sword, you must not pester me again, and you must not use this matter to threaten me again! Otherwise, I, Zhang Tao, will kill you even if it costs me my own life!"
Zhou Buzhou nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Secretary Zhang. I, Zhou Buzhou, am a man of my word and I will never go back on my word!"
Zhang Tao stopped talking.
Soon, the auction officially began.
After buying several items that many people were fighting over, Zhang Tao's gloomy expression finally recovered a little.
"Next up is the Zhanlu Sword forged by Ou Yezi. The starting price is 18 million, and each bid must be no less than 200,000!"
The auctioneer had just finished speaking.
Zhou Buzhou grabbed Zhang Tao's sign and held it high: "Forty million!"
Zhang Tao looked mad!
Are you sick?
Although it is estimated that it will cost at least 40 million to get it, it is not certain.
After all, auctions are inherently uncertain occasions, and items often fail to sell.
If no one fights for this sword, maybe I can get it for 20 million!
There is even a slight chance of getting it for 18.2 million!
As the three words "40 million" fell.
The whole audience was silent.
Even though a few people showed interest in the Zhanlu Sword, they still gave it serious consideration at the price of 40 million.
"Forty million once!"
"Forty million twice!"
"Forty million three times!"
"make a deal!"
Zhang Tao's face was dark as he looked at Zhou Buzhou and roared, "Do you know that I could have gotten it for 20 million?"
Zhou Buzhou sneered, "This is called the final word! If it weren't for this, do you think anyone would snatch it from me?"
"But, just ask for 30 million at most! At least we can save some money!"
Zhou Buzhou sneered: "Haha, these 40 million are what you should give me. I used my money to buy a sword, and you still have objections?"
Your money?
Your money!!!
Your money...
Zhang Tao wanted to vomit blood.
A deficit of 40 million!
Even if he really made 40 million this time, he would still have to pay 8 million to the Evergrande auction.
In other words, even if everything went smoothly, he would still have to dig out 8 million from his own personal coffers to make up for the 100 million in public funds in order to make up for it in full...
So, why did he come here?
He really hates it!
God had clearly given him a chance to avert disaster and resolve his difficulties, but he didn't cherish it...
If God gave him another chance...
He would definitely say to Zhou Buzhou, "A thousand eight hundred is nothing. I'll give you ten thousand! Go eat!"
Zhou Buzhou was too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Tao.
He just stood up and left.
After going backstage and showing Zhang Tao's ID, he got the Zhanlu Sword.
The Zhanlu sword feels cold to the touch.
The weight of more than seven pounds is much heavier than the Tang sword on the waist which only weighs about four pounds.
But for Zhou Buzhou today, this weight is not a problem at all.
In fact, for his vigorous swordsmanship, the Zhanlu sword still seemed a little light.
Grasp the hilt of the sword and pull it out gently.
The unique blue light of the bronze sword blade flickered.
There are inexplicable patterns and characters printed on the sword.
If you look at these patterns and characters for a long time, you will feel an extremely mysterious feeling.
Unlike the later Longquan sword, the patterns on this sword are inherent patterns produced by the forging technique of Baiduan steel.
Bronze swords before the Warring States Period did not require the skill of hundreds of forging techniques and were basically cast.
This rune might have something.
But Zhou Buzhou did not continue his research here. He left with his sword.
After saying goodbye to Zhang Tao, he went straight back to the hotel.
The streets at night are not as deserted as imagined.
Couples hugged each other sweetly and walked step by step towards the base camp of their failed attempts at having a baby - a certain motel.
Zhou Buzhou was actually feeling a little unhappy in his heart.
Nothing else.
He was a virgin of twenty-two years.
He also wanted to find a girl to say goodbye to his boyish body.
But compared with the Great Avenue to Heaven, compared with the crisis of invasion from all realms that the Earth faces, this seems nothing.
Love between children...
In this age where looks and wallets matter... he felt like he had no chance.
Even if you can trick a girl with your momentary wit, she will soon be dissatisfied with your looks and wallet.
Even if they try to stay together, it's probably because poverty is the only thing that makes a couple sad.
But if he becomes rich, he can find a girl, but he doesn't understand, if he already has money, why does he have to find a little ancestor to worship?
No longer thinking about creating humans, Zhou Buzhou walked quickly while breathing in and out.
Back to the hotel.
Zhou Buzhou closed the door, drew out the Zhanlu sword and began to study it carefully.
The more I watch it, the more I like it.
He was thinking that if no girl liked him, he could still spend his whole life with Zhan Lujian...
The 55-centimeter blade of the Zhanlu sword does not appear too short.
Combined with the hilt, it actually conforms to the golden ratio.
He slowly looked at the runes on the blade of the sword.
Each rune is drawn with a simple stroke, but it contains complex and even mysterious artistic conception.
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