Even Uncle Lan, who had been silent on the side, had a flash of disbelief in his eyes.
Both had the same reaction.
With such rags, why did Ye Feng ask just this?
At this moment, the host on the auction stage introduced with disdain.
"This is a set of silver needles consigned to this auction house by an old beggar. This old... gentleman said that only those who are destined to take the auction will take the price."
Obviously, this is not the first time the host has encountered this situation.
At first, she thought it might be some unborn baby, but as the number of failed auctions increased, the number of failed bids increased.
Only then did she confirm that these were the scraps of metal that the old beggar had picked up from nowhere.
She glanced at the silver needle on the tray with disgust.
“Due to the process, I’m going to give you a quick look. It’s worth mentioning that this lot has been rejected nine times before today. Today is the last time it’s put up for auction, with a starting price of 10,000 yuan, and a single bid increase of 5,000 yuan!
"
"Now, the auction begins!"
After the host finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted in the venue.
"An old beggar is an old beggar, what are you talking about, old gentleman!"
"What's going on? Can the old beggar's things be sent to Su's Auction House?"
"I think this thing is dirty and broken. Who would take pictures of it?"
A mere 10,000 yuan is nothing to everyone present!
But the key is!
Even if you have a lot of money, you can't spend it on something like this.
If you see a beggar on the roadside begging in private, they might be kind enough to pass the time occasionally!
But now in front of the entire Sioux City wealthy family.
Which family would take pictures of such rags given away by an old beggar?
Isn’t this self-deprecating?!
Because of this, even though the starting price of this set of silver needles was only NT$10,000, it was rejected a total of nine times!
The host originally thought that this time it would be the same as the previous nine times, with no one raising a sign and destined to fail!
She was about to speak when she saw the hostess standing by the window of VIP Room No. 7 suddenly holding up her sign.
Who doesn’t know!
Sitting in the VIP room No. 7 are the man and woman whom Mr. Su just went to greet in person!
The host was stunned for a moment and then quickly put on a professional smile.
"Guest No. 7 bids fifteen thousand yuan."
After hearing this, everyone looked towards VIP Room No. 7 with different expressions.
Ye Feng turned a blind eye to the gazes around him. He was excitedly looking at the set of silver needles on the stage.
Others don’t know!
But he saw it clearly!
This set of silver needles looks ordinary, but it is indeed made of deep sea black iron!
It can carry the spiritual energy in the monk's body.
Controlled by the monk's will!
It can save people!
It can also kill people!
It is a rare treasure in the world!
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with excitement, and Han Xueyi couldn't help but be stunned.
Su Fan, who was in the VIP room next door, saw this and his face suddenly darkened.
His chance has come!
Su Fan suddenly looked at Ye Feng and sneered.
"No matter what you shoot, as long as I'm here today! Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you can never get what you want!"
After saying that, Su Fan waved his hand fiercely.
When the etiquette lady saw this, she was about to hold up the sign, but Su Fan strode up and snatched the sign away.
Su Fan leaned against the window, looked sideways at the next door, and shouted directly.
"I'll give you 100,000!"
The host originally thought it would be good if this set of silver needles could be sold.
But she never expected it!
Not only were people taking pictures, but they were also bidding!
One of them is the young owner of their auction house!
"Guest No. 8 bids 100,000 yuan!"
Number eight!
Isn’t No. 8 Su Fan?!
Everyone looked at each other, obviously confused about the situation!
"When did the eldest son of the Su family become interested in this kind of junk?"
"Shh, just watch quietly!"
Although everyone was puzzled, they didn't dare to mock Su Fan as they had just mocked Ye Feng.
Seeing the venue quieten down.
Ye Feng turned his head and glanced.
Just one glance!
He met Su Fan's provocative gaze!
Ye Feng is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart.
It was immediately obvious that Su Fan was deliberately looking for trouble!
If only it were the past.
But this set of silver needles is really rare!
In the dark.
Ye Feng couldn't help but feel that this set of silver needles should belong to him!
He could even sense everything happening on this set of silver needles, including the fine lines on its body.
Simple!
atmosphere!
It's rare to love it so much.
Ye Feng didn't want to give in, so he walked to the window himself and shouted in a deep voice.
"Half a million!"
When Su Fan heard this, he sneered.
He smiled faintly and glanced at Ye Feng lightly.
"one million!"
Han Xueyi looked at Ye Feng with a puzzled look on her face and couldn't help but pull Ye Feng.
"If you like silver needles, tell me later what materials you want. I'll help you find some good ones. Do you deserve to fight with this stinky Su Fan?"
It wasn't that she was worried about money, but Han Xueyi, like everyone else, didn't see the merits of this set of silver needles at all.
Ye Feng didn't even look at Han Xueyi, gritted his teeth and spoke.
