Chapter one hundred and sixty-one: painting style mutation
"Miss Yan, it's Pei Menglang! No matter how much we pay, we must buy this bottle of pills today. Just tell me how many pills you have, and I and other members of Hualong Pavilion will give them to you within today!"
The four words "please give me the best" fell and shocked the whole audience!
What's happening here?!
The style of painting suddenly changed. Not to mention Han Mu and these Jinling big guys looked dull, even Yan Mian and Xuan Xuzi looked at each other.
Good guy, your face changes just like Liu Tian. Is this really the behavior of a big shot like Huayige?
And it’s not just a few people, it’s everyone!
"This...the auction price will be based on the starting price, and the one with the highest price will get it!"
Yan Bing instinctively waved her hands, trying to control this somewhat chaotic and confusing scene.
This was good news. Not only did they not hold back because of the starting price, these big bosses from Huayi Pavilion were as excited as the aunties picking up bargains at the wet market, and they were all ready to grab it like crazy.
Xuan Xuzi observed carefully and found that these idols were really out of control...
Even the leader of the idols, Mr. Pei, could not maintain his previous elegance, easy-going, calm and self-respecting attitude. His fists were slightly clenched, as if he was determined to win.
But the friends around him seemed not to be bound by the distinction of superiority and inferiority at the moment, but gave people a sign of showing off their talents on their own.
"Miss Yan, um, Boss Yan, don't say any price, it's all false. This is no joke. Just tell me the number you are satisfied with. Even if I lose everything, I still have to get this token!"
Someone spoke, and the words began to become clear. Words like Baoxin pills, bottles, and auction items were all omitted, and they were simply called tokens.
It's just that the scene was a bit chaotic, and no one thought carefully about the real meaning behind this word.
"Lao Pei, you are usually the leader among us. If you fancy something good, we will definitely not compete with you for it, but this time it is different. We will do something special. I hope you will
Do not mind."
Someone spoke openly, laughed loudly, and wanted to stride forward.
Unexpectedly, some of the big bosses from Huayi Pavilion in front of him and his companions turned around and raised their hands to accuse him, and almost got into a fight.
Although it was only half-joking, the seriousness and tonality on his face was not false.
"Go away, it's your turn to talk nonsense? This is his token. Your light words are useless, but your words are rough and rational. Lao Pei doesn't need to remind him, he should understand, right Lao Pei."
When the conversation changes, it's called a "call transfer."
The boss surnamed Pei's face darkened slightly, he smiled helplessly and just nodded.
"I can understand...it's better to stop talking nonsense and take it as soon as possible, lest those old guys in Huawu Pavilion know about it and they won't be so worried."
As soon as the boss surnamed Pei finished speaking, the friends around him nodded one after another, their expressions condensed.
When Xuan Xuzi heard this, he was inevitably frightened.
Good guy, what kind of treasure is this? According to the opinions of these idols from Huayi Pavilion, if the people from Huawu Pavilion were also present, they would have to fight to the death to get it?!
"Boss, aren't Huawu Pavilion and your Huayi Pavilion the same family? Xiaodao just doesn't understand a little bit, so I'd like to ask more questions, and please don't be offended."
Xuan Xuzi said what he was thinking.
"What about the scoring situation?" The boss surnamed Pei frowned slightly, and his tone quickly softened. Instead, he showed a polite smile, which could even be said to be a little bit flattering.
Xuan Xuzi's whole body was almost numb. He stared and took half a step back. His body's reaction was real and he couldn't bear it.