Faced with many sarcastic and joking glances from the audience, as well as occasional comments and low laughter, Betty's grandson Aaron, who was still young after all, gradually lost his composure.
His face changed again and again, his fists tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again. After repeating this cycle several times, he couldn't help but said: "Grandma..."
Betty folded her arms in front of her chest very calmly, without even raising her eyelids: "Don't be impatient, just wait."
"But……"
Before Aaron could say anything, Betty turned around and glared at him angrily: "Just wait if I ask you to wait. Where's all the nonsense?"
"Oh..." Aaron clenched his fists unwillingly, staring unkindly at the three Alices standing outside the door of Private Room 8, fulfilling their duties like guards.
Betty's wise gaze also fell on the location of Private Room No. 8.
She seemed to be explaining to Aaron, or murmuring to herself: "Most of the people who can attend this auction are the weapon refiners who were invited to participate in the weapon refiner exchange conference."
"The rest are basically wealthy businessmen who have received invitations from the Artificer's Guild, and sellers of auction items like us."
"And the seating arrangements for the auction are also particular. They are all arranged by the Weapon Refiner's Guild early in the morning."
"Basically, just by looking at whether the person's seat is closer to the stage, you can know the person's social status, the amount of personal financial resources, or whether the value of the auction item is amazing."
"Of course, among all the seats at the auction site, the private room has the most special status."
"Often only the masters of weapon refining and the heirs of those top powers are qualified to enjoy this kind of privilege."
After taking a breath, Betty slowly said in her hoarse voice: "To be given special treatment by the Refiner's Guild, the owner of Room 8 must have an unusual background."
"Since the other party has the ability to refine the Ruyi Divine Weapon, he must be a master of weapon refining, but I don't know who your Excellency this person is?"
"But these are all trivial matters, as long as the other party can keep their word and keep their promises."
Aaron nodded silently, and then he hesitated and said: "But grandma, do you really believe that the other party can successfully refine my two-handed sword into a Ruyi Divine Weapon within half an hour?"
Betty hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth: "I don't know. As far as I know, I have never heard of any master of weapon refining who has such... powerful methods."
Seeing her grandson's face darken, Betty quickly reassured him: "But don't worry, the other person is a master of weapon refining. Such a respectable big shot always cherishes feathers and will not smash his own sign."
"Since the other party is boasting about Haikou, he must be certain."
"It's just that I hope that the other party will make a mistake and fail to refine it. Then the other party will have to pay us two Ruyi magic weapons."
…
Private Room No. 6.
After Feng Ke spread his wings and flew onto the stage, Fredick immediately recognized his identity through the display on the wall of the private room.
Seeing Feng Ke, Fredik's mind couldn't help but think of the little figure who gambled with him in the casino yesterday.
"So it's him?" Fredick just thought for a moment and figured out who the owner of private room No. 8 was.
"Is that little guy really a master of weapon refining?" A look of surprise flashed in Fredick's eyes, "Can he really refine a Ruyi magic weapon in half an hour?"
After hearing his soliloquy, Dawson, who was sitting on the sofa and dozing off, his eyelids trembled, but he did not open his eyes.
However, the corner of his mouth showed a playful smile unconsciously.
“Let us wait and see whether he is just sensationalizing or whether he has real talent and learning!”
…
Private Room No. 4.
Liu Chengyong and his two apprentices looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
After a long while, the young apprentice smacked his lips and said: "Master, the owner of private room No. 8 is the one from Shanghai, right?"
Liu Chengyong stroked his beard, his expression was deep and silent.
The eldest disciple's face was full of admiration, and he said with determination: "Other than the one who is known as the number one weapon refining master in China, who else dares to confidently state such seemingly impossible conditions?
"
"That's right. Apart from that one, no one can do it. Even if the master takes action, he definitely won't be able to do it." The young apprentice chuckled, not saving face for his master at all.
Liu Chengyong's face turned dark at that time. These two little bastards, being invisible to labor and management, don't exist?
Can you still show some respect for your teachers?
"Favorability from Liu Chengyong, -66..."
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Private room three.
The young girl, who was strong and very masculine, was sitting next to Miranda with her mouth pouted and unhappiness written all over her face.
He kept muttering about how he wanted to give Feng Ke a good meal and show him some color, and from time to time he would wave his fists as big as sandbags twice.
Miranda was so angry and funny that she couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Emma, you are a girl, can you not have such a bad temper?"
Compared to the big Emma, Miranda is much petite.
Although she is said to be petite, she is actually at least 1.7 meters tall, which is considered a relatively tall figure among women.
Miranda's real age is over forty years old, but she takes good care of herself and does not look old like Western women at all. She looks like she is in her early thirties at most, and she exudes a mature look all over her body.
flavor.
Emma puffed up her face and said, "Teacher, the arrogant attitude of that birdman with wings before was so irritating!"
"He made it clear that he looked down on us. He also said that we were not as generous as his young master and could not afford a higher price!"
"It doesn't matter if he looks down on me, but he must not despise your existence."
"Why did you stop me and not let me teach him a lesson?"
Stretching out her hand and rubbing Emma's head, Miranda said calmly: "The other party is right, I am indeed not as bold as his young master."
"Exchanging a Ruyi Divine Weapon for a Beauty Pill is the price limit I can accept."
"If there are any more, I will really be taken advantage of!"
Emma frowned slightly and said, "But teacher, I can see that you really want that Beauty Pill."
"I'm lucky to have gained it, but I've lost my life. I can't force it." Miranda smiled disapprovingly and nuzzled her lips in the direction of Private Room No. 8, "Compared to Zhu Yan Dan, what I want to know most at this moment is, is this world a good thing?
Isn’t it true that there are people with such miraculous skills that they can refine a Ruyi magic weapon in half an hour?”