Under night.

The three of them chatted and waited until it was time to enter the venue at 9:40, then walked into the hotel and went straight to the fifth floor.

The auction will be held in the conference room on the fifth floor.

And this conference room is not a company-type conference room, but similar to a lobby.

Usually any opera troupe or nearby company holding a celebration party will hold it here.

Wait until you get here.

Zhang Feng saw two strong men at the door of the hotel conference room.

They didn't want an invitation or anything else. They just looked at the Tang Dao on Zhang Feng's side and the bow box on his back, and politely suggested that the rest of the items should be placed in the storage room next to him.

After that, you can come in after paying another 10,000 yuan.

But this ten thousand is not an entrance fee, nor a storage fee, but a guarantee that guests who come in have a certain financial foundation.

Because for an auction organized by these big brothers, they definitely cannot send out large official invitations to attract attention.

So, I used this stupidest method of person-to-person transfer, and used the deposit as a guarantee of qualifications.

Of course, if there is a big boss or an acquaintance who takes someone, these 'qualification fees' will be saved.

Zhang Feng heard the big man's polite explanation, so he directly handed over 10,000 yuan, and then went into the storage room to take a look. He saw that there were people guarding the place, and everyone had a separate wardrobe storage box, so he stored his things.

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Come in later.

Zhang Feng saw that many tables had been set up in the spacious conference room of the hotel, with drinks and fruit plates on them, and half of them were occupied by guests.

At the same time, a burst of music came from the surrounding speakers. The sound was not loud but somewhat exciting, as if it could arouse people's emotions.

Look further ahead.

It is a platform similar to a lecture, which should be where the auctioneer stands while waiting for the items to be auctioned.

Zhang Feng scanned around, and he and Mr. Ba Jin Zhou sat on the left side at the back. This place is close to the door, and there is a wall on the left.

This ensures that when something goes wrong, you can not only leave quickly, but also reduce the enemies at the door and on the left.

“Everyone is welcome...”

As the guests came in one after another, when it was almost ten o'clock, a few middle-aged people came on stage and said some words of welcome to everyone.

They are the big brothers who organized this auction.

When they finished speaking, there was no ink at all.

The first item comes up.

"it is.."

The light in the hall shines on the object, which is a piece of jade.

The auctioneer was introducing the items passionately, mixing with the music in the hall, which lit up the atmosphere!

But when Zhang Feng saw something he didn't think of, he didn't really listen.

What I'm listening to now is Ba Jin.

Because Bajin was chatting with Mr. Zhou, looking like he wanted to get close to him.

"Young Master Zhou..." Bajin toasted Young Master Zhou with a glass of wine, looking straight and upright.

All because during the previous chat between the three of them, he knew that Young Master Zhou was the son of President Zhou!

President Zhou, this is a truly energetic and solid person!

Bajin has always wanted to deal with such a 'big shopkeeper', and then get to know more bosses and more powerful people.

This way, when something happens to him in the future, or something happens again, there will be more opportunities.

At the same time, Bajin paid tribute to Master Zhou and then to Zhang Feng.

After all, he thought, since Mr. Zhou has always called Boss Zhang uncle, then Boss Zhang is probably the same powerful person as Chairman Zhou! And now two big shots are sitting here.

What kind of auctions are you listening to, what kind of mistakes are you picking up?

These two people in front of you are the real sponsors!

Zhang Feng and Bajin had a drink and started chatting.

In fact, the things on the stage were being sold back and forth, but I didn't like any of them.

Until nearly eleven o'clock, the countdown to the auction began.

A tray was placed in front of the dry-mouthed but flushed auctioneer.

Zhang Feng sat up slightly and looked away.

‘Item: One hundred and forty-year-old ginseng’

Type: Drug

‘Quality: first level, green’

'Ginseng...' Zhang Feng thought about it, but was afraid that the price would be too high. Then he looked at Mr. Zhou who was chatting with Bajin next to him, "How much can I get?"

"Money..." Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment, then he made an estimate and said, "One million..."

Zhang Feng nodded and looked at the auctioneer who was introducing ginseng.

'Opening your mouth means one million...' Bajin was shocked, 'I'm a good boy... It seems that we have to have a good relationship...'

But no matter what Bajin thought, after the auctioneer finished introducing the items, he looked into the venue and said, "The starting price for this ginseng is 50,000!"

"Two hundred thousand." Zhang Feng reported a number first.

"Two hundred and ten thousand!" Another voice sounded from the right.

The person calling the price was an old man, and what he put on the table was not wine, but tea.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand!" A loud voice sounded from the west.

The owner of the voice was a tall man with a short hair, and beside him stood two disciples in fancy clothes.

"Three hundred thousand." Zhang Feng called out the price again.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" A boss in the south suddenly increased his price.

When the old man heard the boss's voice, he turned around, shook his head, sipped his tea, and stopped shouting.

However, this was not because the price was too expensive, but because he saw that the boss was a big gangster in the neighborhood.

The short-haired man looked at the boss and said nothing.

And this boss has already used this face to take photos of a lot of things at low prices.

"Who increased the price?" Mr. Zhou heard someone negotiating with his Uncle Zhang, and wanted to turn around and see who it was.

"Don't look around..." Zhang Feng grabbed his shoulder, increased the price by 'five hundred thousand', and whispered to Mr. Zhou: "I remember Mr. Zhou said that your friend will also come?"

"Yes..." Mr. Zhou nodded.

When Zhang Feng saw Mr. Zhou nodding, he said: "When the shooting starts, no matter how much the people behind you or beside you are bidding, you can't look around.

Otherwise, if you see your friend and your friend sees us, should we let him in or not? It’s obviously a matter for the highest bidder, but if you just look at it, it might be a favor. We don’t owe him.

That’s what he owes us.”

‘What if you meet someone you can’t afford to offend...’ Mr. Zhou wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, he stopped asking.

Zhang Feng said, when he heard that the boss had increased the price to forty, he said directly: "Sixty."

Zhang Feng had no other intention, he just threw away the basics. If it still didn't work, Mr. Zhou next to him was not just looking at it.

He still has a foundation of one million.

"This boss bids 600,000 yuan!" The auctioneer shouted first, then waited for a while, and when no one responded, he knocked the gavel, but then paused and said, "One time, 600,000 yuan!"

"How rich is this person?" The boss over there who was competing with Zhang Feng just now muttered, put down his glass, and glanced at Zhang Feng who was facing him from a distance, "Sixty-one!"

"Seventy." Zhang Feng didn't look at him.

"What kind of temper!" When the boss saw that Zhang Feng didn't even look at him, he was immediately annoyed, but he cursed in a low voice to the person next to him: "How much more will we add, how much will this person add? Without even a look,

You don’t even look at your face to see if you’re an acquaintance, but you just keep bidding? What do you mean?”

"I guess he's from out of town." The younger brother next to him whispered, "Brother? How about I go talk and ask?"

"No need to go." The boss shook his head and picked up the wine glass again, "The one with the highest price gets it. We can't break the rules of the big brothers in Dafeng City."

The words fell.

This person drinks slowly, and if he can't rob him, he won't rob him.

Later, ginseng was delivered to Zhang Feng.

And in the rest of the auction.

They are all antique calligraphy and paintings, and the prices are directly in the millions!
To be continued...