Dirang's anger not only did not stop these people from laughing, but actually made them laugh even more wildly.
Pandit took the lead and mocked: "Hahaha! Dirang, your head won't be caught by the door, right? Just him? Master? Is he a master of martial arts or treasure appraisal? I think he is a master of eating at most! Haha
Ha ha!"
After being ridiculed for a while, Dirang clenched his fists and wanted to punch Pandit hard in the face!
But reason told him that he couldn't do this. This was a treasure appraisal conference. If he used force at the treasure appraisal conference without authorization, he would be expelled from the conference!
After a burst of ridicule, Pandit waved his hand and said, "It's no fun playing with this guy, let's go!"
After that, Pandit and the others strode away!
Seeing Pandit leave, Dirang's face turned red with anger. He looked at Jiang He and said with a face of shame: "I'm sorry, Master Jiang, for making you laugh!"
Jiang He shook his head and said, "It's okay. I just want to get the Centennial Snow Lotus. The rest of the things have nothing to do with me."
Hearing this, Dirang nodded and said, "Okay, Master Jiang, let's go upstairs?"
Jiang He nodded and followed Di Rang upstairs.
The first floor is a place for ordinary nobles to communicate, while the second floor is a place for top nobles to communicate.
There were not many people on the second floor, probably only a few hundred people. In the hall on the second floor, there were dozens of mahogany dining tables, and many people were already sitting at the dining tables.
Everyone was waiting for the treasure appraisal meeting to begin, but the appearance of Pandit and Dirang instantly caused a commotion in the crowd, and many people took the initiative to come forward to talk.
This treasure appraisal conference is actually similar to an auction, but the only difference is that here you can take out your own treasures and sell them at will. As long as someone is willing to buy them, there is no middleman to charge the difference.
After everyone had almost arrived, an old man stood out from the crowd. The old man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. He looked white-haired and highly respected.
"Everyone has almost arrived, let's start this year's treasure appraisal conference!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene gradually became quiet.
Dirang also introduced to Jiang He: "That person is Mr. Ying. He organizes the treasure appraisal conference every year. He is also one of the nobles in Hongcheng. He is highly respected in the local area and everyone is very respectful."
Respect him."
Jiang He nodded slightly. Needless to say, he also sensed that this Ying Lao had a very high level of cultivation, a first-grade Martial Immortal! He should be regarded as the top cultivator in the local area!
"The rules of this treasure appraisal conference are still the same as before! If you want to sell treasures, come up to the stage! Those who want to buy treasures will bid in the audience, and the one with the highest price will win!"
After Mr. Ying gave a brief introduction, the treasure appraisal conference officially began.
The first person to stand on the podium was a thin man with a lean appearance.
The thin man held a short sword and said: "This sword is called Yitian Sword! It is a low-grade spiritual weapon of the Huang rank! Do you want anything? I only accept RMB for purchase! I don't recognize any other currencies!"
Hearing this, Jiang He in the audience smiled disdainfully: "The lowest level spiritual weapon, someone wants this thing?"
But soon, Jiang He discovered that he was wrong.
As soon as the spiritual weapon came out, everyone's eyes lit up, and someone immediately made a bid: "I'll offer 100 million!"
"I'll pay 1.5 billion!"
"Don't grab it from me! I want this sword! I'll pay 300 million!"
"I'll pay 500 million!"
Not long after, that low-level sword was sold for a sky-high price of one billion!