"The auction continues now, please place your bid!" The auctioneer acted as if nothing had happened.
"I'll offer 150 million." As soon as he finished speaking, someone made a bid, and the price increased by 50 million at a time.
One hundred and fifty million?
Tang Xiaobao curled his lips.
This is the best running script in the world, out of print. It is simply a pipe dream to want to get it for 150 million.
However, Tang Xiaobao now has very high standards and has no research on calligraphy, so naturally he has no interest in spending money on it.
The fat man’s money is still money, so he is reluctant to spend it indiscriminately.
Besides, the reserve price is more than 10 billion. Thinking about how he used to think he was rich, he now feels a little embarrassed.
With the tens of billions in his card, he is probably considered poor here!
Sure enough, the bids below became more and more exaggerated.
"I'll give you 200 million."
"I'll give you 300 million."
"I'll give you 500 million."
"Six hundred million."
"Seven hundred million."
"Eight hundred million."
…
Tang Xiaobao was stunned.
Holy shit, it's just a calligraphy piece, are you all crazy? And you actually paid 800 million? Where did you get all that money? It just fell from the sky, how can you not feel the slightest bit of regret?!
Anyway, Tang Xiaobao felt very painful.
The bidding continued and the final price was set at 1.2 billion.
"1.2 billion once, 1.2 billion twice, 1.2 billion three times, deal!"
The hammer falls, finalizing the tone.
Then someone brought in a box.
The auctioneer opened the box and took out the treasure inside.
It was a crown inlaid with various gems. Once placed on the table, it looked golden and brilliant, full of royal aura.
"This crown has been passed down for thousands of years. Legend has it that Emperor XX commissioned skilled craftsmen from across the country to create it. It's extremely expensive and holds a high collector's value. The decorations on it are also rare... The starting price for this crown is 500 million, and each bid must be no less than 10 million. Bidding begins now!"
Tang Xiaobao took a breath.
What the hell.
This is a real treasure. Apart from anything else, the diamonds and gems inlaid on this crown are priceless.
Five hundred million is indeed not expensive, but five hundred million is just the starting price. It is estimated that it will be sold at a sky-high price soon. Tang Xiaobao was almost tempted. He glanced at Fatty Zhu, but the latter's eyes did not change at all. He just glanced at him and did not care.
"Is this crown fake?"
Fatty Zhu said, "Who would dare to use fake things to deceive people here?"
Meng Yazi quickly explained to Tang Xiaobao, "Senior, this crown is absolutely genuine. It's absolutely not fake. We've held this auction for dozens of times, and it's never been sold at a high price. This item doesn't belong to our sect, but was commissioned to us by another sect. We only take a 10% commission."
Tang Xiaobao was shocked: "How much? Ten percent?"
Meng Yazi said respectfully, "Yes, Senior, our commission is not very high. In fact, we don't make money from it. The sect still has some savings, so it should be able to sustain itself for at least a few hundred years."
Tang Xiaobao sighed.
They are all rich people.
They are all fucking rich people.
Ten percent commission, and you actually said it’s not much.
How much do you want to smoke?
Fifty percent, or ninety percent?
"This thing is real, but it's useless to take a picture of it, and you can't wear it." said the fat man.
Tang Xiaobao was stunned, then he thought, yes, no matter how good this thing is, it has no practical value.
If it can’t be spread outside and the country knows about it, it will probably have to be handed over.
This is a national treasure, okay?
It is a crime to hold a wall in your arms!
Tang Xiaobao gave up the idea of bidding and said shamelessly, "How can such a thing catch my eye?"
Mr. Tang is a senior now, so he should act like a master, right?!
This is just showing off!
The bidding is still going on and the price has been hyped up to 1.5 billion.
Nowadays, although there are many poor people outside, there are also many rich people, and the wealth of these rich people is really exaggerated.
In the end, the crown was sold at a high price of 2 billion.
Then they photographed more than a dozen treasures, none of which could be seen outside. Unfortunately, Tang Xiaobao was not interested in them, and Fatty Zhu was even less interested.
Mengyazi was sighing in his heart.
He is indeed a master. These treasures would be priceless if placed outside, but they are not even noticed by the seniors.
In his opinion, even if Tang Xiaobao and Fatty Zhu were not immortals, they were at least half-step immortals. It was a great fortune for him to have such masters by his side. He also hoped that the two seniors could give him some enlightenment, but of course, that was simply impossible.
Fatty Zhu is at least a master, but is Tang Xiaobao one?
Bullshit!
He is just a fox taking advantage of the tiger's power!
Tang Xiaobao watched with great interest. Seeing these rich people bidding made him feel very poor, which gave him motivation to work harder.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, so we still have to work harder to make money.
He felt that he was so fucking poor!
Finally, an item caught Fatty Zhu's attention.
"Huh?"
Tang Xiaobao took a closer look.
The auctioneer had a sword in his hand, which was simple and plain, and had already been rusted. No one knew what material it was made of. The hilt was also ordinary, without any decoration, and looked inconspicuous at all.
"This sword was sent by a certain sect for auction. Details are unknown, except that it's so old that it's impossible to determine. The starting price is 50 million, and each bid must be no less than 1 million. Interested parties can start bidding."
It was clear that the auctioneer didn't have much hope for this sword.
It's really too ordinary.
The key point is that the sword is covered with rust and has no collection value at all. It is even useless for chopping wood.
But it was this sword that caught Fatty Zhu's attention.
"Take a picture of it, it will be useful to you." Fatty Zhu said to Tang Xiaobao.
Tang Xiaobao frowned: "What's the use?"
"This sword still has a sword spirit. Although it is broken, it can be awakened by long-term nurturing. It will become a precious sword that can be used to defend and kill enemies." Fatty Zhu said lightly.
Tang Xiaobao opened his eyes wide: "Sword Spirit? There is such a thing?"
"Of course, are you questioning me?" Fatty Zhu was a little unhappy.
To him, this sword has no value, but to Tang Xiaobao, it can be used for self-defense.
Meng Yazi, who was standing nearby, was somewhat moved and couldn't help but ask, "Elder Zhu, do sword spirits really exist in this world?"
Fatty Zhu said coldly, "Of course there is, but it's no longer there. This sword spirit has been dormant for at least tens of thousands of years."
Meng Yizi was a little moved, and it was obvious that he was reluctant to part with the sword.
But he didn't dare to snatch the things that Fatty Zhu liked.
As if he could see what Mengyazi was thinking, Fatty Zhu said to Tang Xiaobao, "You must get this sword. Anyone who dares to snatch it from you will be killed."
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