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Chapter 818 One hundred million?

Chapter 818 One...one hundred million?

The auction has ended.

But when Ye Wan returned to the hall, she saw many people in the hall.

The focus of the crowd is Jiang Yanchi.

"Little brother, if you're not willing to part with 60 million, then why don't you make an offer?"

"That's right, you set a price and we'll get it right in one step, which saves you the hassle of talking and talking."

The onlookers said something to each other, and Jiang Yanchi's words became thinner, but no one believed that he didn't intend to take action.

They all feel that he is waiting for a price, waiting for the highest price.

Seeing Ye Wan, Jiang Yanchi jumped up and said, "Sister Wan..." Help!

Seeing the tall and powerful Jiang Yanchi, he jumped behind Ye Wan. When everyone looked at Ye Wan, they all felt confused.

The girl wears black T-shirt, black pants and high ponytail.

That face alone is absolutely unforgettable.

With a cold face and a smile in his eyes, when he stood there, he inexplicably gave people the feeling of a swordsman.

It seemed that in the next moment, she drew her sword and killed the person invisible.

Thinking about it, among the many items on the auction block today, she only held up placards for three of them.

Among the three objects, only the first one was collected by the owner of the Dark Territory.

The other two items were collected by herself.

Everyone came back to their senses at this moment, and suddenly felt that they had made a mistake.

Looking at Ye Wan again, I always felt that she was some mysterious and big shot.

But that's not right.

In the recent Hengcheng underground auction house, there has never been such a profound figure as Dao Xing.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and for a moment they all felt unsure.

"Master Wei is here."

"Young Master Wei..."

The sound of greetings rang out, and the crowd moved out of the way from outside to inside.

Ye Wan saw "Young Master Wei" striding over at a glance.

He is obviously a young man in his twenties, but he is wearing a Chinese-style T-shirt and has a one-inch long pigtail on his head.

On the left arm, there is a tattoo of the black dragon in the sky.

Against his solemn appearance, he showed a bit of ferocious anger.

However, those eyes were full of smiles, and from a distance, they looked like they were very talkative.

Along the way, Mr. Wei kindly exchanged greetings with everyone who greeted him, and he seemed to be very popular.

After looking at her for a moment, Ye Wan felt that she seemed to know who it was.

Sure enough, Young Master Wei stepped forward and stretched out his hand to Jiang Yanchi, "Young Master Jiang, right? Hello, my name is Wei Jinrong. Can I make friends?"

He doesn't know him!

Jiang Yanchi went to see Ye Wan without knowing why. He reached out to shake Wei Jinrong's hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Wei."

"I heard that Mr. Jiang slapped a pan? I wonder, can you open my eyes?"

Wei Jinrong got straight to the point.

Seeing that Ye Wan remained silent, knowing that this probably meant yes, Jiang Yanchi nodded, "Yes."

The crowd moved aside, and Mr. Gui personally came out holding the tray.

"Young Master Ghost? Long time no see..."

Wei Jinrong greeted Mr. Gui familiarly.

Then, he reached out and opened the red envelope covering the tray.

Wei Jinrong's eyes tightened when he saw the dark thing on the tray.

It turned out to be...

Breathing for a moment, Wei Jinrong raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Gui, "Can I pick it up and take a look?"

Ghosts rarely smile and don't answer.

Wei Jinrong reacted and turned around to ask Jiang Yanchi, "Young Master Jiang, can I pick it up and take a look?"

Jiang Yanchi glanced at Ye Wan and nodded, "Okay."

Someone next to him handed over white gloves, and Wei Jinrong carefully picked up the plate and looked at it.

3 minutes.

5 minutes.

15 minutes……

Holding their breath, everyone looked at Wei Jinrong intently.

More than 20 minutes passed, and Wei Jinrong slowly put down the plate and took off his white gloves.

Looking back at Jiang Yanchi, "For one hundred million, Mr. Jiang is willing to change hands?"

One...one hundred million???

The air seemed to have solidified, and the hall was silent.

(End of chapter)


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