"This black gold ancient sword is not our own, but was put on consignment by someone else. Moreover, the identity of the consignor is not simple, so he cannot give it to you directly."

Shangguan Yubing noticed that Lin Zifeng paid special attention to the black gold ancient sword, and couldn't help but give a reminder.

Lin Zifeng shook his head. Although he could use eighteen kinds of weapons with his inheritance as a martial saint, he was best at swords and spears.

Although this black gold ancient sword is a rare treasure, it is not the good weapon Lin Zifeng hopes to get.

Suddenly, Lin Zifeng saw something good, something he had used before!!

There are twenty-three remnant silver needles of local brand name. They are the silver needles handed down by the famous old Chinese medicine doctor Hua Hai Yuan. The starting price is one million.

Lin Zifeng took a deep breath. Silver needles are a guy who eats alone. Silver needles of local brand names are even rarer. Moreover, this set of silver needles of local brand names are the silver needles passed down from the ancestors of Mr. Hua. How could Mr. Hua take the silver needles passed down from his master's family?

Put it up for auction?

Lin Zifeng was confused, but he was sensible and did not ask Mr. Hua. This remnant silver needle with a local brand name could be auctioned. After all, Lin Zifeng's best now is only a silver needle with a Xuan brand name. If he could get these twenty-three pieces

A silver needle with a local name is even more powerful to him.

"This set of famous silver needles was passed down from the ancestors of Hua Hai, a veteran Chinese medicine practitioner. Although it is a broken product, it is of very high value. If Dr. Lin wants it, I can help you bid for it."

Lin Zifeng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Miss Shangguan is too polite, I'd better bid by myself."

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked in holding a box.

"Miss, these 300-year-old ginseng has been listed in the auction manual. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to take it down now?"

Shangguan Yubing's face turned cold, "There's nothing inappropriate."

The middle-aged man said no more, put down the box, turned around and left.

Lin Zifeng took a look at the ginseng in the box and found that it was indeed three hundred years old.

"Your dad's situation can't be delayed for too long. Are there any clues about the thousand-year-old ice ginseng?"

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To be benefited by others is to be loyal to others.

Shangguan Yubing was full of sincerity, Lin Zifeng couldn't be too careless.

"We already have clues, but there are many people competing, but don't worry, it's about my dad's life, and I can get whatever I say."

Lin Zifeng nodded slightly and said with a smile: "The auction has begun, let's take a look at the items!"

Below, the first auction item is an antique, and Lin Zifeng is not interested in it.

The items in the auction house have basically been inspected and cannot be inspected anymore. If you want to find something missing, the possibility of finding something missing is extremely slim.

It wasn't until the seventh lot that Lin Zifeng became a little more interested.

This lot is a purple ashes wood.

Purple amber wood can be used as medicine and is a very rare medicinal material.

Although Lin Zifeng cannot use it now, he can bid for it in case of emergency.

"The starting price for the century-old purple amber wood is 500,000 yuan, and each increase in price must not be less than 10,000 yuan."

As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, someone began to increase the price.

"Six hundred thousand."

"Six hundred and fifty thousand."

"1.2 million."

…

The price of such a hundred-year-old purple wood in the blink of an eye is more than one million.

Lin Zifeng shook his head. The century-old purple amber wood is indeed good, but if it exceeds one million, the price is on the high side.

Moreover, looking at it like this, it is estimated that the final price will exceed two million, and Lin Zifeng's only interest is gone.

In the end, the purple wood was auctioned off at a price of 2.18 million.

After the Purple Wood, the auction item is what Lin Zifeng is most concerned about at the moment... the famous silver needle!

Although I don’t know why Mr. Hua wants to auction this set of silver needles with a local name, there is nothing wrong with buying it.

"The next lot should be something that every old Chinese medicine practitioner dreams of, that is... twenty-three silver needles of local size!" "This black gold ancient knife does not belong to our family, but was placed here by others.

It's on consignment, and the identity of the consignor is not simple, so I can't give it to you directly."

Shangguan Yubing noticed that Lin Zifeng paid special attention to the black gold ancient sword, and couldn't help but give a reminder.

Lin Zifeng shook his head. Although he could use eighteen kinds of weapons with his inheritance as a martial saint, he was best at swords and spears.

Although this black gold ancient sword is a rare treasure, it is not the good weapon Lin Zifeng hopes to get.

Suddenly, Lin Zifeng saw something good, something he had used before!!

There are twenty-three remnant silver needles of local brand name. They are the silver needles handed down by the famous old Chinese medicine doctor Hua Hai Yuan. The starting price is one million.

Lin Zifeng took a deep breath. Silver needles are a guy who eats alone. Silver needles of local brand names are even rarer. Moreover, this set of silver needles of local brand names are the silver needles passed down from the ancestors of Mr. Hua. How could Mr. Hua take the silver needles passed down from his master's family?

Put it up for auction?

Lin Zifeng was confused, but he was sensible and did not ask Mr. Hua. This remnant silver needle with a local brand name could be auctioned. After all, Lin Zifeng's best now is only a silver needle with a Xuan brand name. If he could get these twenty-three pieces

A silver needle with a local name is even more powerful to him.

"This set of famous silver needles was passed down from the ancestors of Hua Hai, a veteran Chinese medicine practitioner. Although it is a broken product, it is of very high value. If Dr. Lin wants it, I can help you bid for it."

Lin Zifeng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Miss Shangguan is too polite, I'd better bid by myself."

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked in holding a box.

"Miss, these 300-year-old ginseng has been listed in the auction manual. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to take it down now?"

Shangguan Yubing's face turned cold, "There's nothing inappropriate."

The middle-aged man said no more, put down the box, turned around and left.

Lin Zifeng took a look at the ginseng in the box and found that it was indeed three hundred years old.

"Your dad's situation can't be delayed for too long. Are there any clues about the thousand-year-old ice ginseng?"

r>

To be benefited by others is to be loyal to others.

Shangguan Yubing was full of sincerity, Lin Zifeng couldn't be too careless.

"We already have clues, but there are many people competing, but don't worry, it's about my dad's life, and I can get whatever I say."

Lin Zifeng nodded slightly and said with a smile: "The auction has begun, let's take a look at the items!"

Below, the first auction item is an antique, and Lin Zifeng is not interested in it.

The items in the auction house have basically been inspected and cannot be inspected anymore. If you want to find something missing, the possibility of finding something missing is extremely slim.

It wasn't until the seventh lot that Lin Zifeng became a little more interested.

This lot is a purple ashes wood.

Purple amber wood can be used as medicine and is a very rare medicinal material.

Although Lin Zifeng cannot use it now, he can bid for it in case of emergency.

"The starting price for the century-old purple amber wood is 500,000 yuan, and each increase in price must not be less than 10,000 yuan."

As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, someone began to increase the price.

"Six hundred thousand."

"Six hundred and fifty thousand."

"1.2 million."

…

The price of such a hundred-year-old purple wood in the blink of an eye is more than one million.

Lin Zifeng shook his head. The century-old purple amber wood is indeed good, but if it exceeds one million, the price is on the high side.

Moreover, looking at it like this, it is estimated that the final price will exceed two million, and Lin Zifeng's only interest is gone.

In the end, the purple wood was auctioned off at a price of 2.18 million.

After the Purple Wood, the auction item is what Lin Zifeng is most concerned about at the moment... the famous silver needle!

Although I don’t know why Mr. Hua wants to auction this set of silver needles with a local name, there is nothing wrong with buying it.
Chapter completed!