"Xiao Wei, the old man has lived for eight or ninety years, and he will not tease a junior. This kindness is enough to be worth 20% of our Wei family's shares!"
As he spoke, Yang Xiong poured two drops of white liquid from the small bottle, put it on Chairman Wei's wound, and gently spread it evenly.
Fortunately, there were no high-level warriors at the scene. Otherwise, if they saw Yang Xiong using the precious spirit of martial arts to do such a thing, they would definitely be so angry that they would blow Yang Xiong's head off!
Chairman Wei still had more than a dozen injuries all over his body, and Yang Xiong didn't let them go.
A miracle happened. Under Chairman Wei's horrified gaze, the wounds on his body healed quickly and quickly visible to the naked eye.
Although it is not as good as before, it is still scabbed!
The medical effect of Wuyuan Spirit is not outstanding among warriors, but for ordinary people, it is enough to be considered as a panacea.
Yang Xiong looked at Chairman Wei with satisfaction and chuckled: "Xiao Wei, stand up and take a look."
"I...I, let me give it a try." Chairman Wei swallowed, moved his feet slightly, and then stood up with all his strength.
"Wow!"
The audience was in an uproar, no one dared to believe what they were seeing.
Chairman Wei shook his body and gently raised his leg in disbelief. There was a slight pain in his leg, but it was nothing serious.
"Oh my God!" Chairman Wei exclaimed, staring intently at the small glass bottle in Yang Xiong's hand, "Oh my god, my god! Mr. Yang, what is this?"
"If there are any martial arts practitioners here, you should have heard of the Spirit of Wuyuan!" Yang Xiong smiled mysteriously.
"What?!"
Suddenly, a strong man stood up from the crowd and said loudly: "Mr. Yang, what is in that bottle is... the spirit of Wuyuan?!"
"Not bad!" Yang Xiong laughed loudly, and a surge of pride surged from his heart to his body.
The audience gradually became quiet, and everyone's eyes were locked on the small bottle in Yang Xiong's hand.
"Old man, please make an offer quickly!"
"I'll give you 100 million, no one wants to rob me!"
Before the official bidding, someone had already raised the price to a sky-high price, which made many people angry.
"No need to worry, no need to worry." Yang Xiong waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "I have some important explanations regarding the Spirit of Wu Yuan, which must be explained clearly first."
The guests immediately held their breath and became quiet.
"Everyone must have seen the medicinal effects of Wuyuan Spirit with your own eyes. This Wuyuan Spirit has gone beyond the scope of medicine in our world, and every bottle is very precious.
Therefore, the starting bidding price will not be too low. I hope everyone has a psychological foundation."
None of the guests present is worth billions, and they will not hesitate to do so as long as they can save lives.
Seeing that no one expressed dissatisfaction, Yang Xiong continued: "There are ten bottles of Wuyuan Spirit in total. In order to ensure the fairness of the auction, each family and company representative can only bid for one bottle, and cannot bid again later to disrupt the auction.
order."
This has deeply won everyone's recognition.
"As for the last point, the efficacy of Wuyuan Spirit is amazing. Whether it is taken internally or externally, it can have amazing results. Even long-standing internal injuries can be healed in a short time!
Because of this, the dosage should not exceed one drop at a time.
The time interval between each dose of Wuyuan Spirit should not be less than one month. Otherwise, the medicinal properties will not be fully absorbed by the body, and it is likely to be wasted!"
Yang Xiong's notice was so important, and it immediately established a good image of him as fair and just in the hearts of these rich people.
The reason why he did this was simply to lay the foundation for his comeback.
The more this happens, the more we can see how ambitious he is!
"By the way, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you. In order to test the Spirit of Wuyuan, I have tried a bottle in advance, which is the bottle in my hand.
Of course, Mr. Wei also used a little, so this bottle is the one we won through bidding."
"Hush!"
Seeing boos from the audience, Yang Xiong continued to laugh and said: "Don't worry, everyone, for the remaining nine bottles of Wuyuan Spirit, I will pay whatever the highest bid is, and I will never take advantage of everyone."
After saying this, Yang Xiong waved to the back, and the first bottle of Wuyuan Spirit for bidding was delivered to the stage.
"The bidding begins now. The starting price is... 500 million. Each time the price is increased, it will not be less than 50 million!"
As soon as Yang Xiong finished speaking, someone immediately raised a sign.
When the host saw this, he exclaimed: "Guest No. 18, 600 million!"
The person holding the sign was a big fat man. After the host finished speaking, he looked around proudly.
However, someone immediately raised a sign, and the host exclaimed again, "Guest No. 5, 650 million!"
"Number 12, 700 million!"
"No. 9, 750 million!"
"Guest No. 18, 800 million!"
The price of 200 million has already been estimated by many people present.
Yang Xiong said that the bidding for Wuyuan Spirit requires payment in cash. Although many rich people are worth more than 100 million, they are unable to raise so much liquidity at the same time.
Therefore, most of the guests can only drink the wine temporarily.
But they did not give up, and quickly took out their mobile phones to contact their families, asking them to try their best to get money.
Of course, there are also some people who don't have much demand for the Wuyuan Spirit, so they voluntarily give up bidding.
"Guest No. 18 bids 800 million, is there any increase in price? Okay, 800 million at a time..."
Before the host finished speaking, an electronic sound came from the VIP room upstairs.
"VIP No. 3, 900 million!" The host felt numb and shouted hysterically.
Just a bottle of Wuyuan Spirit cost 900 million, which is twice the market price.
What the heck, according to this trend, the person who provides the spirit of Wuyuan will rise rapidly and become a rich man with billions!
The host's heartbeat increased and he said to himself: "Oh my god, just thinking about it makes me excited all over!"
The final price of the first bottle of Wuyuan Spirit was fixed at 900 million Chinese coins.
Then, the second bottle was pushed up.
The host held the microphone and just started shouting, when another electronic sound came from the VIP room upstairs.
The host looked up and his pores stood up: "VIP No. 5, bid 900 million!"
Another 900 million!
Just shout out to all the rich people on the first floor!
This time no one dared to increase the price. It’s not that they didn’t want to increase the price, they really couldn’t afford it.
The third bottle of Wuyuan Spirit was pushed up by the waiter. The host first looked at the VIP room upstairs, and then shouted to start filming.
The results are exactly the same!
"VIP No. 9, bid 900 million!"
In the blink of an eye, three bottles of Wuyuan Spirit were released, and together with Yang Xiong's bottle, the provider of Wuyuan Spirit had more than 2 billion in his arms.
The fat man who offered 800 million was almost crying.
He was diagnosed with uremia last month and was in a state of panic all day long. Today he received an insider tip from a friend, so he came to participate in the auction. Unexpectedly, he met three wealthy people in a row.
The bidding price of 900 million was paid with one hand and delivered with the other hand. Even if he exhausted everything, he still couldn't get it out.
Ye Fan sat in the private room, watching the crazy bidding of the guests indifferently, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
"Mr. Ye, is the Spirit of Wuyuan really so expensive?" Ye Lin was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
"Ten drops of Wuyuan Spirit cannot be sold at such a high price. It seems that the Yang family is deliberately driving up the market price!"
Ye Fan stood up, stared at Yang Xiong who was showing off his power on the booth, and suddenly a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing him walking out of the private room slowly, Ye Lin was stunned and said, "Mr. Ye, where are you going?"
Ye Fan ignored her and left the private room.
At this time, six bottles of Wuyuan Spirit have been auctioned. Except for the first three bottles, which were sold for 900 million, the others were all around 800 million.
According to this trend, if ten bottles of Wuyuan Spirit were thrown out, the Yang family would be able to extract a net profit of nearly one billion yuan.
Of course, as for the bottle of potion in Yang Xiong's hand, he has already obtained enough benefits from Chairman Wei, and the expenditure of several hundred million is not worth mentioning in comparison.
At the bidding site, the last two bottles of Wuyuan Spirit made everyone go crazy.
Many guests began to regret their initial wait-and-see attitude. They did not expect that their small hesitation led to them missing out on the "low price" of 800 million.
Among the crowd, there are at least dozens of people who want to take the spirit of Wuyuan into their arms, and some of them have already raised a large amount of funds, paving the way for the final sprint.
Yang Xiong called over to the host and whispered a few words in his ear.
The host nodded repeatedly and came to stand in front of the booth with an excited smile on his face.
"Everyone, after the unanimous vote of the Auction Association, the last two bottles of Wuyuan Spirit will be auctioned together. The starting price is one billion, and each bid cannot be less than one hundred million. Now, let's start!"
As soon as the words fell, the guests in the audience were silent for a few seconds, and then there was a burst of noisy discussion.
"No, two bottles sold together? Who else can afford this?"
"The price is too high, how can I shoot it?"
"Idiot, if you put two bottles together, it's obvious that one person can't eat them all. Doesn't Mr. Yang do this just to let everyone discuss the matter?"
"You mean... we can have a joint venture? Now that we've filmed it, how do we divide the Spirit of Wuyuan?"
"Silly, take a picture first and then talk about it!"
Suddenly, the guests were in groups of three and five, discussing cooperation and bidding.
Soon, someone raised a sign.
The host looked over and shouted loudly: "No. 15, 1.2 billion!"
"Number four, fifteen!"
"Number 21, 1.6 billion!"
"Number 32, 1.7 billion!"
"Guest No. 51, bid 1.85 billion!"
Yang Xiong looked at the red-eyed guests and smiled in his heart.
This old fox deeply understands the true meaning of a rare commodity. The more rare the Wuyuan Spirit is, the greater its value will be.
If it weren't for the presence of such a person, he would really want to look up to the sky and laugh for a while.
Seeing that the bidding price for two bottles of Wuyuan Spirit was about to rise to 600 million, an unexpected guest suddenly appeared on the stage.
He came straight to the host and pressed down the microphone in the host's hand.
"Sir, what are you doing for me?" The host was stunned for a moment, with a bad look on his face, "This is the bidding stage, please come down."
The visitor didn't say anything, but took out a special golden sign from his pocket with the six characters "Auction Product No. 10" written on it.
This is what Pan Yuyan asked Ye Lin to hand over to Ye Fan. It is a symbol of status.
As long as you show this small brand, you can know the identity of the provider of the bidding product!