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The auction officially started, and the people present finally stopped the initial noise.

As the auctioneer comes on stage, relying on his mature experience, the holding of this auction is also under control.

the auctioneer said.

"The auction exhibits this time are divided into two. Each buyer can only bid on one item. Each of you has a card in your hand. Please come out temporarily. We will complete the statistics within ten seconds."

After a while, the number was calculated, and there were less than twenty people willing to buy Feng Tianxing's paintings.

Seeing this, Mr. Jing came in dismay.

"I just said that I will definitely win this competition. That kid must kneel down and kowtow to me before he can do this."

"By the way, have any of you seen that kid?"

Mr. Jing was at the front of the auction house, in front of him, but he did not see Feng Tianxing, nor did he see anyone else during the entire auction.

A somewhat unpleasant feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

"Oops, this guy didn't run away, did he?"

Just as Young Master Jing's speculation became more and more intense, the gallery owner came to him and asked quietly.

"Do you know the background of the person you are competing with this time?"

Mr. Jing didn't bother to come.

"How do I know who he is, and yet he comes up and points at my paintings? Who gives him the face?"

The gallery owner pondered for a moment and then gave a kind reminder.

"I advise you to pay more attention to your words and deeds and don't do anything too extreme. This is good for everyone."

Mr. Jing agreed rather perfunctorily.

Little did he know that when he was rumbling, the gallery owner had already lowered his head.

Just now, someone brought out a terrifying amount of spiritual minerals and even a map of the location of the mineral veins.

There are three mineral veins marked on it that can be mined. This person instantly became a distinguished guest of Tingfeng Qiaoyun Pavilion. However, this distinguished guest did not take such a large transaction to heart at all, but came straight to this auction.

meeting.

When the owner of the gallery learned about this, he personally advised that this was just a gambling battle between two people and the price was not fair. There was also an orthodox auction being held on the other side.

But the man ignored me at all and went straight here to watch the show.

At this point, no matter what the gallery owner thinks, he can only contact Feng Tianxing.

I came here specifically to explain to Mr. Jing, just to make him calm down.

After all, Mr. Jing supported most of the art exhibition there.

In this doomsday environment where there is a lack of competitors, erotic pictures are the only way to be more competitive.

For more advanced paintings, they don't yet have the energy to devote their efforts to things other than survival.

Although the Renaissance is important, as far as the bottom class is concerned, it still needs some time to nurture enough people.

The gallery owner does not want to cut off this source of wealth too early, and the art exhibition still needs people like Mr. Jing to support it for a while.

The duty of reminder has been fulfilled, but the rest has nothing to do with the gallery owner.

If Mr. Jing is looking for death, then he can't help. After all, this order cooperation was signed by the pavilion master himself.

The distinguished guest also has a distinguished guest nameplate in his hand, and can take away any goods in Tingfengqiaoyun Pavilion on credit.

"I still have something to do here, so I'll leave first."

The owner of the gallery left directly because just now, his subordinates sent a message telling him that the distinguished guest was in the VIP room at the back.

Naturally, he had to meet a person of this status in person in order to show Tingfeng Qiaoyunge's sincerity.

…

The auction is still going on, and Mr. Jing’s paintings are still very popular, avoiding the copper knives with the lowest value.

Copper knives, silver knives, gold knives, spiritual stones, this is the currency system established by Feng Ming, and the exchange rate for each one is one hundred.

"Thirty silver knives, this painting by Mr. Jing is good, I want it."

"I will give you thirty-five silver knives."

"forty!"

…

The bidding is endless. Whether you take this painting home to enjoy or decorate it, it is an excellent choice.

After half a moment of bidding, it was won by a wealthy businessman for 1 gold knife.

Mr. Jing nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, it's not in vain that I put so much effort into drawing it."

"It's a pity that I can't find that boy. I'm really looking forward to what kind of expression he will have on his face."

The two bastards beside me also said.

"Mr. Jing, you are sure to win this time. The price of a gold knife is already the best among paintings, and it only took such a short time."

"Isn't that right? To win this time, Mr. Jing must be very strong."

"It's started, it's started, that boy's painting is going to be auctioned, and now it's time to laugh at him!"

Just when everyone was confused, another person suddenly walked in from outside.

Everyone present looked at him, and immediately, countless people quickly stood up and gave up their seats.

Gusu Chan. The most famous strong man in the city, a representative of the powerful faction who could not bow to anyone. Not even the Gongsun family dared to criticize him.

The most rare thing is that Gu Su Chan is kind to others and is not a condescending type.

As long as you strike up a conversation with him, there may be opportunities and other benefits in the future.

Mr. Jing also stood up and expressed his position.

Obviously, only people like Gu Su Chan are the nobles of Mr. Jing.

Only he would have enough financial resources to support such a hobby.

Gusu Zen looked at the auctioneer.

"Is the auction over? Is there anyone bidding on the painting I like?"

The auctioneer responded quickly.

"One has already been auctioned, and the second one is currently being auctioned."

"The rules of this auction need to be explained to you first. You can only bid on one of the two paintings, and the one we priced at a higher price has already been sold."

Gu Suchan looked at the put away painting, then moved his eyes away and glanced at the other painting, his pupils narrowed slightly.

"It doesn't matter, I can just find a place to take a look."

Amid everyone's puzzled looks, Gu Suchan entered the seat. His behavior today was obviously a bit magical.

A martial artist, and the most famous martial artist in the area, suddenly became interested in paintings, which was hard to understand.

Just as Gu Suchan sat down, another big fat man opened the door with a heavy breath.

He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead and shouted hurriedly.

"Bidding for one more for me!"

"You...you are so unkind, Huhu, you actually took advantage of me to leave the city...to auction such a valuable thing!"

The auctioneer quickly shook his head and explained.

"This happened suddenly. Please take a seat, Mr. Lin He. I have prepared some tea for you. Please take a rest."

Lin He waved his hand.

"I won't drink the tea anymore. How far has the bidding gone?"

As Lin He took his seat, the expressions of everyone present began to become subtle.
Chapter completed!