The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 133 Nine Lives Immortal Grass

Following Ouyang Hongyu's voice, today's auction house's second auction began.

"8000 million..." The first person to hold up the number plate was a blond foreigner, wearing a well-tailored suit, with a pair of green eyes shining with fiery light.

"Okay, Mr. No. 16 bids 8000 million yuan! Oh, it turns out that he is a distinguished guest from a foreign country. The charm of this big blue and white jar is really great!" As soon as the foreigner finished speaking, Ouyang Hongyu yelled loudly, "Is there any bid? If not, then I would like to congratulate this foreigner..."

"Fuck, what is the price of a ball from a foreigner? After all, this thing is also a national treasure of China. You foreigner want it? Dream on you! I will offer 500 million!" Very abruptly, a voice attracted everyone to shout Looking at the source of the voice, it was a middle-aged man in his 40s who was calling for the price.

"It's Lao Guo from Zhonghai. It is said that Lao Guo bought a blue and white porcelain vase last year, but he found an expert to identify it as a clean imitation. He was so angry that he smashed the bottle on the ground!"

"It seems that this old man has a lot of resentment!"

The wealthy people who knew the middle-aged man all started talking in low voices.

"Sir, I really like this perfect piece of blue and white porcelain, so I will definitely follow the price to the end!" Picking up the number plate, said: "9000 million!"

"Damn it, you want me to give up if you like it, but I don't!" The middle-aged man named Lao Guo seemed a little resentful, and directly raised the sign, saying: "[-] million!"

My good guy, I raised 1000 million yuan in one fell swoop, as expected of the top richest man in China, but he is rich and powerful.

"1000 million..."

"700 million..."

As the price soared, everyone began to increase the price, which is no big deal, the auction is nothing more than fighting for financial resources.

"Oh, Mr. No. 16, 22... The buyer of No. 700 bid [-] million, who else bids?" Ouyang Hongyu became excited.

"I'll offer [-] million. If there's someone higher than me, then I'll give up!" Lao Guo became ruthless, and stood up directly. Although he said so, his eyes subconsciously aimed at the foreigner.

The people in the hall stopped talking, and all looked at the foreigner in unison.

The foreigner gritted his teeth, sat down a little decadently, and cursed in a low voice: "Shit!"

Seeing that the price had almost reached its peak, Ouyang Hongyu immediately said: "Mr. No. 9 is bidding 1000 million now, is there any price increase? Well, if this is the case, [-] million is the first time..."

There was silence in the hall, and no one made any more bids.

"1000 for the second time..."

"1000 million three times...deal." Ouyang Hongyu didn't want to grind any more, and there was not even three seconds between the second and third times, so he directly knocked down the golden auction gavel.

Old Guo stood up with a smile on his face, quickly issued a Swiss bank cashier's check, threw it to a middle-aged man sitting beside him, and said, "Ah Ze, go and send the money over there!"

The middle-aged man took the check, stood up and said, "Yes, boss!"

The deal was done and the auction went ahead.

"under……"

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As time passed slowly, YangMeng sat on his seat and looked curiously at the lots in front of him. He was photographed by the rich people in the hall. The rich people who got their favorite lot showed joyful expressions; those who couldn't get the lot , feeling depressed, and even began to curse in a low voice.

More than an hour has passed, and judging from the number of lots given at the auction, the entire auction has come to an end, and only the last lot is left.

What made YangMeng feel a little strange was that in the entire auction hall, even Zhang Mengmeng spent more than 500 million to buy a pair of crystal clear blood jade bracelets, and only this piece of Wen Sheng's auction did not participate in the bidding.

"What's wrong! This old man doesn't participate in the auction, what is he doing in the auction house? Watching the excitement? Nonsense!" YangMeng murmured in his heart, trying to figure out what it was that could make even a congenital expert fall in love.

"The next thing to be auctioned is the finale of this auction." This time Ouyang Hongyu stepped off the auction stage and came to the booth slowly rising on the T-shaped stage, saying in his mouth: "" There is a cloud in "The Ten Continents in the Sea: Zuzhou" in "Shan Hai Jing": "Zuzhou, in the East China Sea, has immortal grass. They are all alive at that time, and one who obeys them will live forever'"

"What's the point of this guy's sale? What's the relationship between this next lot and the album of gods and ghosts in "Shan Hai Jing"?"

"That's right, that's right! Just say what it is, and it will be fine?"

Everyone in the hall was puzzled, what exactly does Ouyang Hongyu want to do?Could it be to popularize fairy tales for them?
Compared to everyone's puzzlement, there were a few people in the hall whose eyes became brighter and brighter, including YangMeng and Zhang Wensheng who were sitting together.

Facing the incomprehensible complaints from the rich and powerful, Ouyang Hongyu was not annoyed, but smiled lightly, and said: "Although this "Shan Hai Jing" is an album of gods and ghosts, some of the things in it are true. For example, the final lot we collected this time is the holy medicine I just mentioned, called 'Nine Lives Immortal Grass'!"

"This holy medicine contains powerful essence power, which can open up wisdom, enlightenment, and extend life...even if you take it for a long time, you can still look young. Let's put it this way, even if you are critically ill, as long as you have this holy medicine, it can make you stay alive. Immediately he recovered from his illness!"

"Damn, you are not lying to us, are you? I have never believed in ghosts and gods. The life-sustaining thing you are talking about is not like the big red pill sold on the street. It is said to cure all diseases. When I cut it open, it’s just a sugar ball, right?”

As soon as Ouyang Hongyu finished speaking, an arrogant voice came over.

Everyone looked back, but it was Dong Yuntian, the scourge, standing in front of the seat with squinting eyes, looking at Ouyang Hongyu on the catwalk with disdain.

However, although this guy's words are ugly, it is indeed the truth.

After all, most of the people in this society are atheists, and they pay attention to the practical significance. If you say that something in an illusory picture album of gods and ghosts can cure all diseases, prolong life, and make you look young, who will believe it?
At this time, the blond foreigner also spoke: "Yes, Mr. Ouyang! Even if your Jasper Auction House has a good reputation all over the world, you can't just let us believe it. Is it true?"

(End of this chapter)