Chapter 100 The Auction House That Lives Like Years
But Ning Biluo also understood very clearly that the other party's tone was very natural; he was not angry or angry, he just said it very calmly. Ning Biluo knew that the other party really didn't care.
You may not care, but I... can I not care too?
Ning Bi fell into the heavy rain and stood on the roof for a long time. Finally, she sighed and flew away.
Ye Xiao smiled softly in the darkness and murmured: "This killer is quite cute... But he still underestimated me, Ye Xiao. If I wanted to repay kindness, how could I risk it?"
To save you in such great danger?"
"Besides... if a top killer really becomes my slave... then he will no longer be the number one killer, and will not even be qualified as a qualified killer... because the change in mentality will lead to
Due to the deterioration of my own strength..."
"So I won't bind you with kindness."
"Friends from the world, have a good trip."
Ye Xiao fell into a deep sleep.
This night of tossing is really tiring.
The second day.
Lingbao Pavilion Auction Hall.
Just like how busy Ye Xiao was during this period, Lingbao Pavilion was also in chaos during this period.
Ever since the big boss came, the entire Lingbao Pavilion suddenly became tense and panicked all day long.
Especially for Guan Wanshan’s great enshrinement, the days are like years
During the period of Guan Da Enshrinement, I was eagerly anticipating the arrival of Feng Zhiling.
There is also the chubby body of the big boss Wan Zhenghao. During this period of time, he lost almost three times of weight. The weight loss efficiency can be said to be extremely high. Every day, he walks around the auction hall like a lunatic.
Well, the adjective "turning around" is somewhat inappropriate, because with Wan Zhenghao's size, he should just roll around...
Moreover, every time he sees Guan Wanshan, he will ask: "Is that Feng Zhiling here? Is he here? Isn't he here yet?"
If you see Guan Wanshan ten times a day, you will ask him questions like this at least twenty times
Ask when you meet, and then ask again before leaving: "Why haven't you come yet? When will you come?"
The reason why he said "at least" is because during the communication process, he would say a few words from time to time——
"Isn't that guy dead?"
"Why doesn't this bastard come here... What do you think is going on?"
"Why haven't you come yet? Do you know what's going on? Could it be that that bastard missed the streets and alleys and got the disease and died?"
"Should I send someone to check the major brothels?"
"Why hasn't he come yet? Analyze it for me..."
The top of Guanwan Mountain is as big as a bucket, and it almost drives me crazy.
This is an exaggeration at all. As long as a normal person is asked this question twenty or thirty times a day, he will feel neurasthenic. And his own IQ will be infinitely lowered as a result...
Guan Wanshan felt that if he was asked like this again by the big boss, he would definitely collapse: Then Feng Zhiling...he is not my son. When will he come and why he hasn't come yet, how can I know? Ask me, I
Who should I ask? I will analyze? What should I analyze? Is there any data, information, clues for me to analyze? I will analyze your grandma’s claws
But... the big boss is asking a question, so he has to answer.
Every time after respectfully answering these boring and repeated questions many times, Guan Dachangfeng felt that he was going crazy. Maybe when he was asked again, he would really go crazy...
It got to the point where when Guan Wanshan saw the big boss, he subconsciously wanted to rub oil on his feet and run away.
However, the auction hall is only such a big place. Even if you are allowed to escape, where can you escape to?
The big boss wants to ask you something, can you escape?
As the days passed, the big boss became more and more anxious. In the end, it was no longer a chance encounter, but he ran directly to Guan Wanshan's room and asked anxiously: "Is Feng Zhiling here? Is there any news? Do you know when?
Can you come?"
Or when Guan Wanshan can't be found, Yu Jian mobilizes everyone in the auction house: "Let Guan Wanshan come to see me immediately."
So Guan Wanshan was brought to the big boss again.
Then the big boss said the same thing: "Is Feng Zhiling coming? Is there any news? Do you know when he can come?"
Guan Wanshan's face turned pale as if he heard the curse, and he stared blankly, feeling lifeless.
I really want to yell: Is it fun to ask the same question eight hundred times a day?
However, this sentence has been repeated eight million times in my heart, but I still dare not say it out.
Why don't you bow your head when you are under the roof? The big boss must know how to reply!
Little did he know that the big boss Wan Zhenghao was even more depressed.
I was so depressed that I almost wanted to commit suicide.
I remember when I had a moment of insight and a chance, I got a treasure bigger than the sky, and kept it in my hands for three thousand years; but I didn't realize how valuable it was, and every time it was auctioned, I wanted to give it away like a god of plague.
It has been auctioned for more than three thousand years without being sold. I accidentally went out for a while and turned around and came back. This is obviously a magical object, and the owner is reluctant to part with it. I am still depressed to death, thinking that I have lost my face.
Something ominous.
You said that you relied on this treasure to start your business back then. It was clearly a blessing. Why did you have to sell it?
Isn't this a case of brain damage... what else could it be?
Now the photo was finally taken, but after the photo was taken, I immediately knew that it was a super treasure that is unique in the world.
There is nothing more tragic in life than this
When he learned the news, Wan Zhenghao almost hanged himself on the spot.
This is not an ordinary thing...
As everyone knows in the world, the big boss of Lingbao Pavilion has been passed down from generation to generation. As long as the big boss finally takes over Lingbao Pavilion, his name will be automatically changed to Wan Zhenghao.
This is probably a practice passed down from generation to generation in Lingbao Pavilion.
However, Wan Zhenghao himself knew it.
Those successors passed down from generation to generation... are actually all themselves. The so-called inheritance from generation to generation is just a trick to hide from others.
But, others don’t know.
"It's a good thing that no one else knows about this, otherwise this shame would really have been thrown into my grandma's house... But I have to get it back from the Netherworld that day..." Wan Zhenghao turned around anxiously.
If you can't get it back, someone will really die.
Because, there is such a god of death who can never be offended, looking at him with eager eyes every day...
In his room, the middle-aged man looked at him coldly and said indifferently: "What's the use of spinning in circles? Wan Zhenghao, you are really awesome. You have such a good thing in your hands."
Just leave it here, and you haven’t told me about it for so many years.”
Wan Zhenghao's fat face was dripping with sweat, and his muscles suddenly began to tremble like a dance. He said weakly: "Isn't it because I don't know the value of this thing... I originally thought it was a very embarrassing past event, so I smashed it in my hand.
Trash...hey, blind and blind..."
A sarcastic smile appeared on the middle-aged man's delicate face, hehehe, and said: "I have worked so hard to prolong your life, teach you the secret method, make you immortal, and support you Lingbao Pavilion to become the number one auction house in the mainland...
...Wan Zhenghao, is this how you repay me?"
Wan Zhenghao was extremely frightened and cried out for injustice, saying: "Senior, senior... Regarding the matter of the Netherworld, I really don't know the inside story... Senior, just imagine, if I really knew, how could I auction that thing?"
Many times, not to mention they were sold for millions of taels of silver. Those things are only valuable in the hands of seniors and other worldly masters. Besides, if they are dedicated to seniors, as long as seniors are happy, you can do whatever you want.
Give me a little reward, which is a huge benefit that billions of gold cannot buy in the secular world... How could I be so short-sighted..."
The middle-aged man frowned and thought to himself, what he said makes sense, it is indeed true.
It seems that it is just a piece of black gold that was treated as mud by a poor man who has never seen the world... Not only does he not think that beauty is a precious thing, but he feels that the color like shit is very annoying...
"Is there any news?" the middle-aged man asked calmly: "That... Feng Zhiling?"
Upon hearing this, Wan Zhenghao immediately wanted to hang himself.
In the past few days, if he had asked Guan Wanshan this question many times, he had also endured it in front of this middle-aged man many times. He could fully understand Guan Wanshan's feelings, and he felt the same, but he couldn't understand it.
When Guan Wanshan was asked by himself, he just collapsed and became depressed, but when he was asked by this person, he was faced with death threats again and again. The tolerance for this was different... but it was different.
"There is no news yet," Wan Zhenghao said with a grimace, because he could definitely guess what the middle-aged man would say next.
"Why is there no news yet..."
"When will there be any news..."
"You still want me to wait longer? Do you know how much time you have wasted me..."
In this case, it has appeared at least hundreds of times in the past few days. Even if I recite it backwards, I can still understand it.
Fortunately, at this moment, the door suddenly opened with a "clang", and the next moment, Guan Wanshan, who looked as old as a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, rushed in fiercely, and said loudly and excitedly: "Then
... He, he, he, he is coming."
The two people in the room had many years of cultivation, but they were both startled by the sudden intrusion.
They all looked at this old man who had taken aphrodisiac with wide eyes, as stunned as a clay wood sculpture.
Originally, the room where the two of them were in was forbidden to anyone. Although Guan Wanshan was the chief appraiser of Lingbao Pavilion and knew about the existence of this room, he never dared to break into it. What happened?
After Guan Wanshan roared, he began to breathe heavily and put his hands on his knees. After all, he was already a very old man. The excitement of the moment could not be sustained for long, and the fatigue all over his body showed up instantly, but his old face was red.
Not because of excessive exercise, but because of excitement.
Oh my god, this miserable life of being asked eight hundred times a day and still having to answer is finally over...