The fat man stood up excitedly, and the lady who was kneeling on his lower body was trampled under his feet and used as a chair.
"1500!"
"5000!"
"I'll give you a ton of grain! Polenta!"
The bidding was fierce, and in just ten seconds, the price went from a straw cake to tons of grain.
Lin An did not participate vocally.
All previous bids are meaningless.
Although the price of a ton of grain is very different from that of a straw cake, it is still much lower than the value of the saint herself.
You can tell by looking at Anna's expression.
Her eyes were red, her body was trembling, and her beautiful face made people feel violent.
The starting price of 1 straw cake was purely to humiliate her.
You know, the cheapest qualified slave costs one hundred kilograms of cornmeal, and if you replace it with straw cakes, you can make thousands of them.
In order to warm up the venue and stimulate the enthusiastic bidding atmosphere of the auction, this auction house does everything.
Think about it.
Not to mention Anna's temperament and appearance, her identity alone is priceless.
Starting price for 1 straw cake.
It is no different than in the real world, someone tells you that for just a few cents, you can buy the world's top stars and a princess of a certain country.
After buying it, not only can you do whatever you want, but it also comes with the trade secrets of a listed group.
A minute later, in Anna's tears of humiliation, the price continued to rise to 16 tons of cornmeal.
"1 six tons of cornmeal! Is there any higher price!"
There was a brief silence.
After reporting 16 tons, the fat businessman's throat trembled.
He stared hard at Anna's body, and the attendant below him held his head so hard that he almost choked to death.
He looks proud, the price is not low.
Converted to purchasing slaves, it is enough to buy 600 healthy slaves.
If it were placed in a slave cave outside the city, it would attract nearly a thousand people to work for him.
After the disaster, a human life is worth less than a piece of bread.
"Stop shouting! Hit the hammer quickly!"
The fat wealthy businessman couldn't wait to enjoy the saint in front of him. He urged Huba repeatedly:
"No one will be more expensive than me!"
In the box, Lin An tapped the armrest with his fingertips, preparing to end this farce.
The lemmings on the side noticed his thoughts and hurriedly picked up the sign and stood up:
"30 tons!"
"The special envoy bids 30 tons!"
The price almost doubled in one breath, and the whole audience was amazed in an instant.
30 tons of cornmeal might have cost only a few hundred thousand before the disaster, but now it's a sky-high price.
The ladies serving in the box were shocked and looked at Anna on the stage with envy.
They have no salary to speak of, but the food provided by the auction alone is enough to make countless people squeeze their heads to get in.
The lady glanced at Lin An, who was shrouded in black robes intentionally or unintentionally.
He was clearly in his early eighteen years, but the admiration and charm in his eyes were so strong that they were almost dripping with water.
She walked carefully to Lin An, served him diligently, and tried to show her charm.
Needless to say, if the special envoy nods, she can do whatever she wants.
Ignoring the excited lady, Lin An just looked at the auction table indifferently.
He was indeed curious about the news about the tower.
A political and religious system that is different from other safe zones may have some secrets.
After a brief silence in the auction house, an inconspicuous middle-aged man looked at the auctioneer casually:
"I'll pay 31 tons!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
The man chuckled lightly, glanced at the box where Lin An was sitting, and spoke loudly:
"Special envoy, Miss Anna has really attracted me."
"Why don't you bear the pain and part with me? I'm willing to trade one of my dance troupes with you."
"They have all been carefully trained. Each of them was a first-class dancer before the disaster."
He was given face and steps, and the man's words even revealed his intention to make friends.
All the guests present sighed after hearing this, and many showed envious expressions.
If you don’t participate in the auction, you’ll get it for free?
Only these big shots can be so generous.
only.
Lin An was noncommittal.
A poor trick.
His current identity is the Trojan Special Envoy, and he does not believe that Polaka does not know that the Special Envoy is bound to win over Anna.
The man in front of me is clearly a buyer who is driving up the price.
Without hesitation.
Lin An once again signaled the lemmings to raise their cards:
"40 tons!"
The whole audience was amazed. Many people kicked away the attendants who were stepping on their feet and turned to look at the box where Lin An was.
"Holy shit! 40 tons!?"
"Such a big deal!?"
"You really have food. I didn't expect that Troy Safe Zone would be so willing to spend food."
"It's so frustrating to compare people to each other. My total wealth is less than 20 tons."
Envy, jealousy, and hatred made the ladies in the box feel that their minds were completely blank.
The price of 40 tons was almost the most exaggerated figure she had seen these days.
40 tons of grain is enough for an ordinary person to become a slave owner and live a paradise-like life.
My heart is bitter.
She couldn't help but cautiously approached Lin An, and then cleverly tried to show herself off, trying to attract Lin An's attention.
Spending a lot of money, nothing more.
However, the bidding did not end.
Huba was excited and ready to hit the hammer.
Originally, the price increase was expected to be only about 25 tons, but Lin An unexpectedly made people shout 40.
only.
A joking voice suddenly came from the box on the far right of the second floor:
"40 tons? Is Troy already this poor?"
"Your former kingdom princess, the daughter of the temple is only worth this price?"
"Poor."
"I will pay 50 tons!!"
In the box on the right, a young man wearing a golden robe looked disdainfully at the box where Lin An was.
"Hide your head and hide your face, that's what you bunch of losers like to do."
He chuckled lightly, enjoying everyone's admiration.
On the soft sofa, Lin An frowned slightly.
The lady who reached out to squeeze her shoulders was keenly aware of his dissatisfaction, and she hurriedly introduced him with excitement:
"Your Majesty the Special Envoy."
"That box is another safe area, the box where the eldest son of Randy's safe area, Durandi, is."
The lemming holding the sign also hurried back to Lin An, with a look of anxiety in his eyes:
"Sir, he has been having friction with "our" Troy, and he should be here to discuss sending troops."
Afraid that Lin An didn't know what everyone in the wilderness knew, Lemming Yi carefully introduced it in a concise and concise manner.
He lowered his voice and leaned close to Lin An's ear, asking carefully:
"Sir, I estimate that the supplies brought by the Trojan mission this time are only about 30 tons. You bid too quickly."
"How about we give up temporarily? We have shown a high level of sincerity. I believe Polaka will not doubt our identity."
“It’s not that I don’t want to buy it, I am”
Lin An waved his hand to stop the lemming and chuckled nonchalantly.
He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass. He only exposed his eyes and looked indifferently at Durandi who quoted a high price of twenty tons.
The voice masked by mental power resounded throughout the audience:
"51 tons."
"If you dare to make an offer again, we will send troops tomorrow."