"My name is Xiaowan, what's your name?...Then we will be friends from now on..."
"Don't worry, I won't leave you alone..."
…
The girl's clear voice.
A large pool of bright red blood gushed out from his chest and abdomen.
Severe pain from heavy objects falling on chest and head.
My mind was in chaos, except for the girl's blurry face, which was far and near.
At the last second when he lost consciousness, he saw a little blush under the corner of the girl's eyes.
I don't know if it's the blood splashed on it or the cinnabar mole I was born with.
The sky suddenly turned black.
…
It was as if a heavy hammer hit his head hard, one hit at a time.
Severe pain hit him, and his vision went dark. Lu Changchuan suddenly raised his hand and held the door frame, barely able to stand still.
Veins will appear on the back of the hands and neck.
"Master Jiu..."
Lu Changchuan raised his hand, and the anxious voices around him suddenly stopped.
The voice in the auction room was replaced by a charming and sassy voice.
"This is an ancient martial arts token passed down by the ancestors of the Ye family. It is said that there are four more tokens in addition to it. If you collect five tokens, you can discover a peerless treasure."
"The Ye family is bankrupt, and I will auction this ancient martial arts token for one dollar. As Party B, the guardian of the token, I will be at the mercy of all work arrangements of Party A within two years. Party A will repay it for me.
The debt is 100 million. When it expires, I will repay the debt with interest and get the token back. Otherwise, I will let Party A do whatever he wants."
"A hundred million? A piece of scrap metal, is it worth a hundred million? Are you kidding me?"
"Haven't you heard that Miss Ye is the guardian of the token? With the token, hehe..."
"That's not what I said. If the Ye family remains as glorious as before, let alone one hundred million, it would be worth spending one billion. Nowadays... Miss Ye, you are too overestimating your own worth!
"
"If you put a zero on it, everything can be discussed easily, Miss Ye, what do you think?"
The men in the audience looked at the Queen's throne under the spotlight with fascinated eyes.
…
The girl holding a black velvet tray and wearing a burgundy suspender skirt was breathtakingly beautiful.
Under her seaweed-like black curls, her bare shoulders, neck and arms glowed white.
The girl just looked at the audience quietly, but everyone in the audience felt that she was looking at herself.
Her clear, dark eyes were suddenly pure and charming, and it seemed as if they were both unworldly and captivating in just one look of hers.
The cinnabar mole under the corner of the eye adds a bit of coquettishness.
"Vixen!"
A woman cursed in a low voice, "Since we are selling tokens, why don't we just leave them to the auctioneer? Why are we running on the stage by ourselves?"
"That's right. You can sell ancient martial arts tokens for only one yuan, and you've already earned this. How can you pay for it?"
…
The men were clamoring for a price reduction, while the women were vomiting sweet things. It had been ten minutes since the shooting started, and no one had held up a sign.
The auctioneer looked at Ye Wan with a dark face: Don't forget, no matter whether it sells or not, you have to pay the 10,000 yuan labor fee!
I know, I know, hurry up and shout!
Ye Wan blinked so hard that she almost had a convulsion!
"Two pieces!"
Amidst the noise, someone held up a sign in front of the private room at the end of the second floor.
There was a laziness and pride in his voice that he was confident of winning.
Ye Wan raised his eyes.
Unsurprisingly, it was Guan Jifeng, Huachen Media’s top manager known as the “Golden Abacus”.
"Mr. Guan, congratulations. If you sign a 10-year death contract, you can make a lot of money just by Ye Wan!"
"I see, in less than 10 years... with Miss Ye's qualifications, she will be able to earn enough pension money for Mr. Guan in three to five years!"
"It is said that the things that can be put on this auction table have wonderful features that cannot be appreciated by outsiders. The broken stone I brought up last year looked like an ordinary broken stone. Who knew that it turned out to be a whole piece?
The best imperial green. Mr. Sun paid 5 million for that piece of stone, and everyone laughed at him for being stupid. When he changed hands, he made a net profit of 300 million, 300 million... Mr. Guan, this ancient martial arts token,
What's the reason? You weren't just shooting for Ye Wan, were you?"
…
The joking sounds from the second floor reached the first floor. The auctioneer looked around and raised the auction hammer.
"Two dollars once, two dollars twice, two dollars..."
"One hundred million!"
When a cold voice came from above his head, the auctioneer's hand shook, and the hammer fell with a clang, hitting his foot.
Tears burst out instantly.
There was complete silence in the huge auction house.
That sound came from the third...third floor?
One hundred million?
In addition to the 100 million foreign debt that Ye Wan was required to repay in the contract, it would be 200 million!
Two hundred million tokens?
Or a 200 million vixen?
Tsk tsk tsk...
In the silence, Ye Wan looked up towards the third floor with tears in her eyes: Sure enough, someone knows the goods!
Ye Mengmeng, have you seen it?
Didn’t smash it in my hand!!!
On the first day of November, I wish the little cuties who read books happy every day, I love you~~