The first thousand one hundred and fifty-nine chapters do not sell
♂? ,,
The host took the small sign over and looked at it. He was shocked. Then he put a flattering smile on his face, raised the microphone and said loudly.
"Dear guests, we have temporarily stopped bidding. Please be quiet and allow me to introduce this young and promising gentleman in a grand way!"
The guests in the audience looked at it one after another, astonished.
They recognized the young man on the stage, it was Ye Fan who made Yang Hao suffer a big loss before the auction started!
Under everyone's doubtful eyes, the host smiled and said: "This gentleman is the supplier of these ten bottles of Wuyuan Spirit! Everyone applauds and welcomes this gentleman and says a few words!"
For safety reasons, the provider of the general bidding item will not appear, and the auction will keep all his identity information confidential.
The host thought that Ye Fan's appearance on stage was arranged by the Yang family. So as soon as they met, he immediately began to flatter him.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, picked up the microphone and said softly: "Everyone, to be honest, I didn't expect these ten bottles of gadgets to make everyone so crazy. I'm really flattered."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present burst into warm applause.
Ye Fan looked around, then looked at Yang Xiong, "How is Mr. Yang using this bottle of Wuyuan Spirit?"
When Yang Xiong heard the host say Ye Fan's name, his face fell completely.
He never expected that the person who provided the Wuyuan Spirit would be Ye Fan!
Yang Xiong took a deep breath, supported the wheelchair, and walked tremblingly to Ye Fan, with an amiable smile on his face.
"Sir, the effect of Wuyuan Spirit is astonishing, and I use it very well. So, sir, you are still my benefactor, Yang Xiong. Please accept my respects from me!"
With that said, Yang Xiong actually bowed deeply to Mark in front of everyone.
Ye Fan did not help him, but glanced at him meaningfully and said lightly: "I don't dare to be a benefactor. Next, I have good news and bad news that I want to tell everyone."
"Good news?" Yang Xiong straightened up, "Sir, do you still have this Wuyuan spirit in your hand?"
"Yes." Ye Fan turned to everyone present and said: "Everyone, I hereby announce that I am ready to take back these Wuyuan Spirits and no longer grant them to the auction house here."
"What?!"
Everyone was in an uproar, and Yang Xiong's expression was even more grim.
"Sir, do you know what you are talking about?"
"Don't you understand? Then let me explain it more clearly. Sorry, I won't sell it!"
Ye Fan smiled lightly and then said to the guests in the audience: "After taking back these potions, I can trade directly with everyone here."
The wealthy businessman who had bid for the Wuyuan Spirit was furious and shouted loudly: "Sir, are you making fun of us? Are you planning to skip the Yang Family Auction House and get a high price from us?"
His words were recognized by everyone, and the guests nodded and boycotted.
Ye Fan waved his hand and said, "Don't be impatient. I promise here that I will only charge items equal to the starting price, and exchange some of them separately. Well, let me be clear, I don't need money, I need other things."
The guests in the audience were stunned again, and then gasped.
"First...Sir, are you kidding?"
"Can five hundred million worth of items really be exchanged for a bottle of Wuyuan Spirit?"
"Sir, do you mean what you say?"
Faced with many doubts, Ye Fan nodded calmly, "As long as you can provide me with the items I need, even if it is slightly less than the bidding price, it doesn't matter."
Ye Fan's words caused an uproar among the crowd. They couldn't believe that there were such stupid people in the world, who gave up huge profits and instead lowered the price to the lowest price.
But for Ye Fan, the money is no more than paper in his eyes. He needs spiritual herbs and elixirs from various ancient times.
Although the spirit of Wuyuan is precious, it is not enough for healing.
The reason why it is effective for ordinary people is that the spirit of Wuyuan contains rich vitality, which can restore qi and blood and improve physical fitness.
Strictly speaking, the spirit of Wuyuan is far less effective than those medicinal herbs that have been around for thousands of years.
Of course, this statement also applies to Ye Fan.
He has a lot of Wuyuan Spirits, including one or two bottles.
If you can exchange for a large amount of spiritual herbs and elixirs, you won't have to worry about being seriously injured without the medicine to heal your injuries when you fight with others in the future.
While the guests were ecstatic, they began to worry about gains and losses.
Although Ye Fan did this, it reduced a lot of expenses for them, but it was equivalent to offending the Yang family.
Everyone knows who the Yang family is.
This thin young man dares to blatantly prevent the Yang family from coming to power. Will it have an impact on the direct transaction between them?
However, recalling the previous scene where Ye Lin apologized to Ye Fan, the guests guessed that Ye Fan had a close relationship with Ye Lin and the military region behind her.
With a military background, the Yang family should not dare to attack Ye Fan rashly.
"Everyone, let me interrupt." Seeing that something was wrong, Yang Xiong quickly said loudly: "This gentleman is not a local and does not know the rules of our auction. If he gives up the bidding now, he will bear huge liquidated damages...
"
"I already read it when I signed the agreement. The price quoted for one drop of Wuyuan Spirit is five million, and the liquidated damages are 300% of the total price quoted, which is fifteen million."
Ye Fan took over the conversation and said calmly: "Ten drops down, it's only 150 million, I can pay it to our auction immediately."
"Sir, maybe you haven't figured it out yet. This is a charity auction and we still need to make donations..."
"Mr. Yang, I'm not here to discuss. I'm here to tell you that I want to take back what belongs to me!" Ye Fan said disdainfully.
Not only Ye Fan, but also the guests despised Yang Xiong.
A charity auction sounds nice, but it's not just a way for the Yang family to enrich themselves.
By then, how many will be able to truly support the poor people?
Everyone present is discerning. Just because you don’t tell the truth doesn’t mean you don’t know.
Isn’t it too childish to use this to slap this gentleman now?
Seeing that the situation was a bit overwhelming, Yang Xiong quickly shouted in a deep voice: "Sir, let me tell you, this is impossible! Except for the Wuyuan Spirit in my hand, we will strictly guard the other nine bottles. Now please
Go down!
The host came back from his stupid state and shouted quickly: "Security, security!"
"I will go down." Ye Fan waved his hand and gently pointed at the small bottle in Yang Xiong's hand, "Please return my things to me."
Yang Xiong's eyes flashed with fierceness, "Sir, do you really want this farce to continue?"
"I should be the one to ask this question." Ye Fan smiled lightly and said, "The only thing missing is the bottle in his hand."
Yang Xiong was stunned, "Impossible, I have arranged for someone to keep the spirit of Wu Yuan, so it is impossible to find it!"
"Really?" Ye Fan took out a square box from behind, with bottles of pale white medicine neatly placed inside.
"..." Yang Xiong was shocked, "Where did you steal it from?"
"Steal?" Ye Fan's face darkened, "Yang Xiong, I just want to get my things back. It's best to be more respectful in your words."
"Okay, okay, sir, I want to see if you have any basis for daring to act wildly in front of our Yang family!" Yang Xiong was furious, and his gray beard was trembling with anger.
Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly flashed, and a strong wind blew in his face. Then his hand was empty, and the pale white vial disappeared.
When he looked up again, Ye Fan had already got off the booth and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.
"Stop him!" Yang Xiong was furious and shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, twenty or thirty young men armed with sticks ran out from the backstage.
Each of these people looked evil, and their whole bodies were full of ferocious aura.
The guests were horrified and hurriedly retreated far away, fearing that they would suffer an unreasonable disaster.
"Mr. Yang, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully!"
"That's right, this gentleman is young and ignorant. You are so disrespectful!"
"Old man, isn't it a bit too much for you to do such a thing in front of us?"
The guests began to persuade them, but Yang Xiong was so angry that no one could listen.
Seeing that their persuasion failed, they all retreated to the door, but there were thugs watching outside the door and they did not dare to move without permission.
Yang Xiong sat back in the wheelchair. Yang Zhenshan couldn't hold it anymore and pushed him to the audience, standing behind the thugs.
The thug got out of the way, Yang Xiong stared with a pair of murderous old eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, I'd better be smarter.
If you keep Wu Yuan's spirit, today's matter will be revealed, and we, the Yang family, deserve a lot of the blame.
But if you are stubborn, don’t blame me for being unkind!"
Ye Fan was surrounded without any panic. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Yang Xiong and Yang Zhenshan with disdain, "Are you going to rob it openly?"
Yang Zhenshan had long been unhappy with Ye Fan, and immediately shouted angrily: "Boy, you are not following the rules, we gave you a chance!"
"Oh, really?" Ye Fan said with a smile, "Yang Xiong, if you want to blame, blame your son. If he hadn't been disrespectful to me and forced me to go on stage to apologize to the Yang family, I wouldn't be like this."
Yang Xiong's expression froze and he looked at his son in astonishment, "He...is what he said true?"
"Dad, I didn't know at the time that he was the supplier of Wuyuan Spirit!" Yang Zhenshan leaned into Yang Xiong's ear and whispered.
Yang Xiong waved his hand, "Okay, it's useless to say anything now. Let someone leave the things, otherwise my Yang family will lose all face!"
Yang Zhenshan nodded quickly and sneered at Ye Fan: "Sir, I, Yang Zhenshan, give me face. What happened before was my fault. Now, please keep the spirit of Wu Yuan."
"There are always some self-righteous ants in the world. Yang Zhenshan, I said you only have one chance, so we give up on our own initiative. Regrets are useless!"
Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and continued to move forward.
More than a dozen thugs blocked the way and stared at him fiercely.
"You brat, you're shameless, right?"
"Leave the thing behind or you'll break your leg!"
"Why do a bunch of low-class gangsters dare to challenge the dignity of warriors?" Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, with Ye Fan as the center, cracks appeared within a few meters of the surrounding area, spreading quickly towards the dozen thugs like a spider web.
The ground looked like a plowed field, with cement sticking out and steel bars bent into a ball.
"Ouch……"
"Damn, what's going on!"
A dozen thugs accidentally fell to the ground.
After seeing clearly the mess around them, their faces were full of horror, and they watched Ye Fan step over them step by step.
Ye Fan has been merciful, otherwise other guests will be affected if he steps through this layer. This is not the result he wants to see.