Three hundred and ninetieth chapters: big injustice
Lu Mingfei discovered this problem when he was looking at the catalog. The auction items this time were indeed what Uncle De said. Even he could tell that these items were not high-quality, but it was not until he came here that he discovered that this auction
The prices at the auction were ridiculously high, and the guys below raised the prices as if they were risking their lives.
Seeing this, Ander took the opportunity to tell a story:
"About two or three years ago, at an auction in Europe, an executive of the secret party used his own funds to buy an alcohol blowtorch." Ander touched his chin and said to Lu Mingfei: "
But that thing is not an alcohol blowtorch at all, but a dragon-slaying mist created by an alchemist in the 19th century, which can spray a twenty-meter-long pillar of fire, along with a large amount of mercury mist."
"The price of an alchemical weapon is at least one million, and those unique treasures can be worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions." Ender looked at the fanatical hybrids below: "And these people are all
I want to imitate what happened back then and pick up the slack.”
"The unknown abstract painter finally died in the hands of a dead man. According to rumors, he collected an ancient document related to the dragon clan in his hand, perhaps hidden in that huge canvas; the bottle from the Qing Dynasty was the world of that year
It was forged privately by members of the guild, perhaps recording the ancient Chinese weapon refining methods..."
With a wicked smile, Ander added a gripping story to each lot. Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. Now he finally understood why the prices of these lots were so inflated.
"Uncle De, these rumors..."
"Of course they were all let out by the secret party," Ander spread his hands, leaned on the back of the chair behind him, and said leisurely: "Otherwise, how could we have tricked these big bastards?"
"Then I'm here..." Lu Mingfei took out the black card in his hand and rubbed it. The frosted surface felt very good, but Lu Mingfei was not in a good mood.
"You are here to be a trustee. This is Chicago, so close to Cassel College. You don't think this auction has anything to do with the secret party." Ander pressed back Lu Mingfei's outstretched hand:
"I said, you have to spend all the 50 million. Now you just think of yourself as a prodigal like Caesar. The more nonsense the stuff, the more expensive it will be."
"Why...why?" Lu Mingfei lowered his head, suddenly feeling that the world was a little absurd.
Ander shrugged and said: "Of course it's to use the waste after the operation. Now the college is preparing for war, and it also needs open source. With you as a trustee, we can harvest more at this kind of auction next time."
money."
Ender collapsed in his seat, but he thought of that boring guy in Angers. He was actually the one who gradually promoted this kind of auction. Whether it was the rumors about the dragon's breath blowtorch or contacting various North American aristocratic families, it was all boring.
The guys worked it out bit by bit.
"That guy in Angers is really idle, but it's okay to rob the rich and give to the poor." Ender muttered. These mixed-breed farmers from the United States have been cultivating here for many years, and they don't know how to spend the family's wealth. It's just for the secret.
The party gave them a push, saying that it would be good to be a happy prodigal before the end.
As for the fanatical hybrids below who think so, that's their business.
On the other side, after Lu Mingfei knew that he was a stooge, he let go of his hands and let the people below know what it means to be a prodigal. He offered a jade plug for five million and an ordinary ceramic bowl for one hundred.
Ten thousand, the money was spent like water, making the mixed-race people below even more fanatical.
Ender's disguised identity is that he is a Chinese alchemist master. In the eyes of these American mixed-race people, the Lu family is considered an ancient family with profound foundations. Because of this, the mixed-race people below believe in Lu Mingfei's vision and even show up.
Several times, the auction items that Lu Mingfei was interested in were snatched away.
"Look, the fish is completely hooked. It should be one of the thirteen families in North America. I remember it's called White or Brown." Ander introduced the hybrid below to Lu Mingfei: "Their family seems to be open to fishing.
The whiskey produced by the distillery is quite good.”
Frustrated mixed-race businessmen, farmers who live in a corner, and craftsmen who love gun-making and blacksmithing, the mixed-races here come in many varieties. They look glamorous, but behind them they actually hide a gradually declining force.
The Secret Party is too powerful in North America, making it difficult for these natives to adapt.
However, this kind of thing can only be said to be the reincarnation of cause and effect. Tried and tested, the original owner of this land is still in the reservation.
At this moment, a huge black hard-shell box was pushed up on a cart by the auctioneer's assistant. The auctioneer pressed the lid of the box with his white-gloved hands and looked around the venue to satisfy his appetite.
Then he opened his mouth and said:
"This is an extraordinary lot. It is very beautiful, but unfortunately we do not know its age and cannot give a suitable starting price. With the permission of the seller, this will be our rare zero starting price auction, and the price will be increased each time
The price can be one dollar." The auctioneer raised a finger: "This is a rare opportunity, only one dollar."
After speaking, he slowly opened the lid of the box and said in a seductive voice: "Mythical weapon... alchemy sword combination."
Seven swords of different shapes were stored in a box. They were well preserved and as sharp as if they had just been taken off the grinder. The auctioneer kept talking about how sharp these seven swords were, cutting gold and jade, and cutting iron with determination.
, as if bragging about a single molecular blade in science fiction.
"The seller gave this set of swords a nice name, Seven Deadly Sins!" The auctioneer looked around and shouted to the people below: "Everyone, it's time to start the auction."
Ander looked at the auction items below and rang the bell at hand. A chubby middle-aged man walked in with sweat profusely. Ander asked: "Why wasn't this thing reported?"
The middle-aged man bowed very low and rubbed his hands uneasily. When he heard Ander say this, he immediately replied: "This set of lots was just delivered this morning. The appraiser thinks it is just a counterfeit of a certain alchemist."
The product, plus the time is relatively urgent, so there is no..."
"Where is that seller?" Ander frowned and then relaxed. He knew the value of the sword below, but he didn't expect this thing to appear here. The middle-aged person in charge pointed to another box and said: "That seller
Right there.”
Ender looked in the direction of his finger, and there was a woman wearing a black robe sitting in the dark box. The thick burqa covered her body, but the rough waves that could not cover her body had exposed her identity.
Below, the enemies who came to participate in the auction were still hesitating. These swords looked too new. When Ender saw this, he raised his sign and shouted: "Ten million!"
There was an uproar below. At this time, the woman in black robe raised her sign and shouted like Ender bidding: "Twenty million!"
"thirty million!"
"Forty million!"
"Fifty million!"
"Sixty million!"
The price was rising at the speed of a rocket. Just when the woman shouted out the sky-high price of 60 million, everyone thought that Ender would continue to work overtime. Ender stopped. He put away the sign with a smirk and said to the black-robed man.