A treasure-appraisal maniac

They thought they were sure of victory, but Cheng Yaojin showed up at the critical moment, making the three old men gnashed their teeth in anger.

What's even more annoying is that the person holding the sign is actually a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.

What can a child of this age understand?

Needless to say, this is the daughter of a big company, and she comes here to show off in front of others.

Damn it!

Isn't this causing trouble?

But fortunately, the price of 125,000 is far from reaching the upper limit.

Otherwise, Qi Wanchun and the others would be so angry that they would vomit blood.

In a scumbag fight, the three of them are determined to win.

If you want to win at the minimum cost, you must get rid of this annoying little girl as soon as possible.

It is impossible to kill someone and silence them.

But it is possible to add a little more to overwhelm the little girl and make her give it back in spite of the difficulty.

Thinking of this, Qi Wanchun bid again.

"I'll pay 150,000!"

boom--

Qi Wanchun increased the price by 25,000 yuan at a time, and the venue was excited again.

The fat face of the boss, Fatty Zheng, was beaming with joy, and his single-lidded eyes were reduced to slits in laughter.

I thought this little girl was so awesome.

Don't stop, keep following!

The higher the price, the better!

Song Xiaojiao did not disappoint him. As soon as Qi Wanchun finished speaking, Jiaojiao's green-white jade hand was raised again.

"Beauty No. 060 raises her sign again."

"The current price of this celadon slag bucket has reached 155,000 yuan." the host shouted passionately.

Jiaojiao made trouble again, and the three old men also got angry.

This time, before Qi Wanchun could say anything, Han Jiang couldn't stand it any longer.

"I'll pay 180,000!"

The host was overjoyed. Just when he was about to count the numbers, the number plates in the back row were seamlessly raised again.

"No. 030 bid 180,000 yuan, and beauty No. 060 raised her bid again, and now it's 185,000 yuan."

In the blink of an eye, the price was close to 200,000, and the three old guys were no longer calm.

Han Jiang was furious and stood up directly.

Looking back with malicious eyes, Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue at him playfully and didn't care at all about the look in his eyes.

Zhang Zhaozhi pulled Han Jiang down and whispered: "Old Han, you have lost your composure."

"snort!"

"This little girl's movie is so annoying."

"I think he did it on purpose." Han Jiang said angrily.

Among the three, the most calm one is Zhang Zhaozhi.

He smiled slightly and said: "You are such an adult, and you are angry with a child. You are really promising."

"Lao Zhang, don't say that, just think about what to do next, right?"

"It's already 185,000 now. It can't go on like this!" Qi Wanchun said.

"Then what can be done?"

"With such a high price, he didn't even frown. He was obviously the second generation of a wealthy family."

"We are no match for competing with people like this."

"In my opinion, try again, and if it doesn't work, just give up!"

"snort!"

"I can not be reconciled!"

"I despise these rich second generations the most. They don't understand shit and still pretend to be cool. What the hell."

"Let me tell you, even if we can't get this piece of shit, this little girl can't get it easily."

"At the very least, we have to make her bleed profusely."

Having said this, Han Jiang called out the price again.

"I'll pay two hundred thousand!"

With this voice, Han Jiang shouted at the loudest decibel level within his ability.

Unfortunately, before she could attract everyone's attention, Jiaojiao's number plate was raised again.

Han Jiang was unwilling to give in and continued to increase the price.

As a result, the atmosphere in the venue was instantly ignited.

The fierce competition between the two families, Zhou

The crowd eating melons looked on with great joy, and Fatty Zheng almost laughed out loud.

The busiest person is the auctioneer. He keeps announcing the curtain, and his throat is about to smoke, but he never tires of it.

A few minutes later, Song Xiaojiao's number plate was raised again.

At this time, the price of Jiaqing celadon slag bucket has reached 305,000 yuan. ??

This price is obviously beyond the reservation range of the three old men.

When they got here, they were relieved.

They definitely couldn't accept this price, and they wouldn't make any money if they took it back.

Therefore, giving up is inevitable.

Zhang Zhaozhi thought it was okay to just give up like this, but Han Jiang and Qi Wanchun were a little unwilling to do so.

I originally planned to make more than 200,000 yuan with this slag bucket, but the little girl messed it up like this. I'm so unhappy with this bad breath!

"Old Qi, I don't think that girl is an expert."

"The price is close to the ceiling, and there is no trace of nervousness. We can't let her get it so cheap."

"In my opinion, how about we do it again?" Han Jiang said.

Before Qi Wanchun could reply, Zhang Zhaozhi spoke.

"forget it!"

"There will be many more items coming out soon, so there is no need to worry about the gain or loss of one item."

"If it falls into our hands and affects our capital space, then the gain will outweigh the loss."

"hey-hey!"

"Old Zhang, you are just too steady."

"You don't understand these rich second generations. What they care about is not money, but face."

"Now that we've reached this juncture, she can't let all her efforts go to waste."

"I can guarantee that she will definitely follow." Han Jiang said.

"I don't agree. It's too risky." Zhang Zhaozhi said.

At this time, Han Jiang was a little unhappy.

"Lao Zhang, believe me once."

"This little girl is too arrogant. If we don't let her suffer a little, she might cause trouble for us later.

"

"Can we call him again?"

"No, I don't agree."

"More than three hundred thousand dollars is seriously beyond our budget."

"If you really break it, it will affect your subsequent plans, so you absolutely can't take any risks."

No matter what Han Jiang said, Zhang Zhaozhi didn't agree.

At this time, Song Xiaojia's price has been shouted for the second time, and the hammer will fall if he shouts it again.

Han Jiang, who was unwilling to give up, lost his mind at this moment.

"I'll ask for a price even if you don't agree."

"If it falls into my hands, it will be my own."

"Old Han, why are you doing this?" Zhang Zhaozhi asked.

"snort!"

"I won't accept being bullied by a young girl."

"You don't have to worry about me, I'll do it myself."

Speaking of this, Han Jiang raised his arms high.

"I'll pay three hundred and fifty thousand!"

When the price of 350,000 was quoted, Fatty Zheng could no longer suppress his laughter.

Fatty Zheng’s expected price was 180,000 yuan, but now the price has nearly doubled.

This super big pie is so awesome.

All this is thanks to the super VIPs in the back row!

No!

You can’t say he’s a distinguished guest, he should be your own God of Wealth!

When they met in the afternoon, Fatty Zheng could tell that Lu Fei and the others were extraordinary, and now his judgment was even more confirmed.

Fatty Zheng was ecstatic, but he was even more looking forward to the God of Wealth raising his sign again.

After all, no one wants too much money, right?

Not only Fatty Zheng, but when the price of 350,000 was announced, no one came to see Han Jiang.

Instead, everyone's eyes were focused on Song Xiaojiao.

Including three old men.

According to past practice, when Han Jiang finished speaking, the little girl's hand should have been raised.

But this time