Even Uncle Lan, who had been silent on the side, had a trace of incredibility flashed in his eyes.
The reactions of both of them were the same.
Why did Ye Feng ask about such a rag?
At this moment, the host at the auction stand introduced with disdain.
"This is an old beggar consigned to a set of silver needles at this auction house. This old gentleman said that those who are destined to be can only take pictures."
Obviously, this is not the first time the host has encountered this situation.
At first, she wondered if this would be a treasure that would not be born, but as the number of shots failed was increasing.
She also confirmed that this was the ragged copper and iron picked up by the old beggar from somewhere.
She glanced at the silver needle on the tray with disgust.
"Due to the process, I'll give you a look. It's worth mentioning that this item has failed to be sold nine times before today. Today is the last time it is on auction, with a starting price of 10,000 yuan, and a single bidding price of 5,000 yuan is increased!
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"Now, the auction begins!"
As the host finished speaking, a burst of laughter suddenly echoed in the venue.
"The old beggar is the old beggar, what are you talking about?!"
"What's the situation? Can the old beggar's things be sent to the Su auction house?"
"I see this thing is dirty and broken, who will take a photo?"
A mere ten thousand yuan is nothing to everyone present!
But the key is!
Even if you have too much money, you can't spend it in such a place.
If they see beggars begging on the roadside in private, they may be kind enough to send them a little occasionally!
But now in front of the entire Sucheng wealthy family.
Which family would take pictures of such rags sent by old beggars?
Isn’t this self-depreciation?!
Because of this, although the starting price of this silver needle is only 10,000 yuan, it failed to sell it nine times!
The host originally thought that this time, like the previous nine times, faced the ending of no one holding a sign and being destined to fail!
She was about to speak, but she saw the etiquette lady standing by the window of VIP Room No. 7 suddenly raised her sign.
Who doesn't know!
The man and woman who just sat in the VIP room No. 7 were the man and woman who had just greeted Mr. Su himself!
The host was stunned for a moment and quickly put on a professional smile.
"Guest No. 7 offers 15,000 yuan."
When everyone heard this, they all looked at the VIP Room No. 7, with different expressions.
Ye Feng ignored the eyes around him, and he was excitedly looking at the set of silver needles on the stage.
No one else knows!
But he could see 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.
Manipulate with the will of monks!
It can save people!
Can kill people too!
It is a rare treasure in the world!
An excited light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and Han Xueyi couldn't help but be stunned.
Seeing this, Su Fan's face suddenly sank.
His opportunity has come!
Su Fan suddenly looked at Ye Feng and sneered.
"No matter what you take, as long as I'm here today! Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you can't imagine what you want!"
After saying that, Su Fan waved his hand suddenly.
Seeing this, the etiquette lady was about to raise the sign, but Su Fan, who was strode up, took over the sign.
Su Fan leaned against the window, glanced at the next door and shouted directly.
"I'll pay a hundred thousand!"
The host originally thought that this set of silver needles would be good enough to be sold.
But she never expected it!
Not only are there people taking photos, but they are also bidding!
One of them is the young owner of their auction house!
"Guest No. 8 offers a price of 100,000 yuan!"
Number 8!
Isn’t No. 8 Su Fan?!
Everyone looked at each other, obviously not sure about the situation!
"When did the eldest son of the Su family become interested in this kind of ragged iron?"
"Shh, watch quietly!"
Although everyone was puzzled, they didn't dare to mock Su Fan like they had just mocked Ye Feng.
The venue was quiet.
Ye Feng turned his head and took a look.
Just one glance!
He met Su Fan's provocative gaze!
Ye Feng is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart.
It was obvious at a glance that Su Fan was deliberately looking for trouble!
It would have been fine if it was 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 what was happening on this set of silver needles, including the fine lines on the needle body.
Quite!
atmosphere!
It's rare to love it so much.
Ye Feng was unwilling to give in, so he walked to the window himself and shouted in a deep voice.
"Five hundred thousand!"
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 confusion and couldn't help but pull Ye Feng.
"If you like Silver Needle, go back and tell me what materials you want. I'll help you find some good ones. Do you have to argue with this stinky fart Su Fan?"
It’s not that she felt sorry for money, but that Han Xueyi, like everyone else, didn’t see the extraordinaryness of this set of silver needles at all.
Ye Feng didn't even look at Han Xueyi, and gritted his teeth and spoke.