After rebirth, I rely on metaphysics to become the favorite of the wealthy group

Chapter 27 Everyone was shocked by me

"First time in seven million!"

"Seven Hundred Thousand Second Time"

"Qi Bai..."

"Eight hundred thousand!"

A cool voice sounded, and the emcee looked at the most conspicuous box in the entire auction in shock.

Fang Shiji almost bit his tongue, "Master Patriarch, didn't you say you won't take pictures?"

Zhou Mo also picked up the melon seeds and chuckled, "Such a good painting can't be so cheap."

This slow tone almost made Fang Shiji unable to react. He blinked a few times and said, "You mean you did it on purpose?"

"Quite smart." Although he said this, Zhou Mo didn't think so in his heart.

She was just thinking, why did the person who accepted her painting put it up for auction?

What difficulties did you encounter?

Here, Shen Bining has been paying attention to Zhou Mo and the others. As soon as she heard Zhou Mo's bid, she immediately raised the sign, "Eight hundred and eighty eighty thousand."

Shen Bining cast a provocative look at Zhou Mo, hum! If you offend me, I will make you unable to take any pictures.

Zhou Mo saw the look she was looking at, gave her a thumbs up, and said invisibly: Good job.

Seeing this, Shen Bining frowned, looked at the Chinese-character face standing behind him, and asked, "What does she mean?"

The Chinese-character face hesitated for half a second, "That person seems to be telling you, good job."

Shen Bining pouted and threw away the bidding sign in her hand in anger. What else does this woman want to do?

Shen Bining lowered her eyelids, "In a moment, whatever the Fang family and that woman want to take, you try your best to take pictures for me."

The Chinese-character face nodded repeatedly, "Okay, miss."

Zhou Mo was chewing melon seeds, and she knew how to lip-read, knowing what Shen Bining said to the Chinese character face.

Since someone wants to pay for her, why wouldn't she?

Zhou Mo put the remaining melon seeds on the plate, clapped his hands, and sighed, "Alas!" He put his head in his hands and leaned on the back of the chair.

Sitting like a boss, full of domineering attitude.

Fang Shiji glanced sideways at her, "Master Patriarch, why are you sighing?"

"No..." Zhou Mo smiled, "I'm very happy now."

"Then I'm happy too." Fang Shiji happily ate the melon seeds.

The master of ceremonies raised the hammer and said, "Eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand times..."

The woman in sunglasses raised the sign, "Ten million to one million."

The man behind her couldn't help but remind her, "Miss, ten million is too high. You shouldn't be so reckless."

The woman ignored it, "What do you know?"

When Shen Bining saw that Zhou Mo was no longer bidding, she stopped rushing to take the picture. She didn't understand the painting and couldn't appreciate it.

The man on the cyan shirt continued to increase the price, and the price kept soaring to nearly 70,000,000 yuan. Only then did the man stop bidding.

The woman in sunglasses here finally took a picture of Mr. Lingyuan's painting.

Master of Ceremonies, "Congratulations, Song Tinghe in Private Room No. 3 took the picture of Mr. Lingyuan's "Returning to the Spring Mountain"

Song Tinghe's tense face relaxed at this moment, but the man behind her had a gloomy look on his face, "Miss, I'm afraid you will be beaten when you go home."

Song Tinghe disagreed, "I'm happy."

Not being able to take pictures of Mr. Lingyuan's paintings is more painful than being hit by a board.

The man sighed helplessly. Their young lady was Mr. Lingyuan's brain-dead fan girl.

From the first time she saw Mr. Lingyuan's paintings, she was obsessed with them and frantically searched for Mr. Lingyuan's authentic paintings.

"Master, my aunt's paintings were auctioned off." In the No. 5 box, the man in the blue shirt said regretfully.

The man in the green shirt picked up the teacup on the side, pursed his lips, his eyebrows were blank, and he said nothing.

The master of ceremony's voice reminded him again that the second item today was porcelain.

Zhou Mo took out his mobile phone without interest and scrolled through the new text.

She kept her head lowered until the emcee spoke again, "Next is an ancient spiritual grass called Tianshu, with a starting price of five hundred thousand yuan."

Tianshu can play a very important role in the cultivation of ancient martial arts, but it requires a pharmacist or a talisman master to refine it.

The pharmacist can refine it into elixirs, and the talisman master can refine Tianshu into pigments to write on talisman paper.

The practice of ancient martial arts can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, spells are much more effective than elixirs.

"Master Patriarch, Tianshu, Tianshu!" Fang Shiji was so excited that the melon seeds in his hand fell to the ground.

Zhou Mo glanced at him, said "Yes." and glanced at Shen Bining's viewing booth opposite.

Shen Bining looked over and looked at Zhou Mo provocatively, as if you dare to take a picture of me.

Zhou Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Xiaoji, bid."

"Okay." Fang Shiji picked up the sign with a lot of melon seed crumbs on the side, raised it, and said proudly, "One million."

Zhou Mo had just dropped the melon seeds in his hand, yet he could still bid like this.

The scene was filled with sighs. Fang Shiji lifted his bangs from his forehead with a proud look on his face and looked at Zhou Mo, "Master Patriarch, you see everyone is surprised by me."

Quite clever. Unexpectedly, our Fang family just has too much money and no place to spend it.

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and cracked the melon seeds, "Good disciple Sun, you did a good job."

After receiving the praise, Fang Shiji was as proud as a peacock in full bloom. Just then, he secretly planned to spend any amount of money to take a picture of Tianshu.

Then I heard Zhou Mo say lazily, "Have you seen the No. 3 viewing booth opposite?" He tilted his chin and looked at Shen Bining and the others.

Fang Shiji stretched his neck, "Isn't that the eldest lady of the Shen family?"

"Well, as soon as she opens her mouth, you can increase the price until I say stop."

Fang Shiji nodded, "Xiaoji understands."

Here, the Wei family in booth No. 6 was furious when they heard that the bidder was Fang Shiji.

Wei Xingyue couldn't control her expression and rolled her eyes, "Forget about robbing the land, even Tianshu will be robbing them."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She picked up the sign and read, "Two million." She decided to confront Fang Shiji.

Zhou Mo and Fang Shiji glanced at Box 6 in tacit understanding. Wei Xingyue raised her chin, extremely proud.

The price of Tianshu grass is very high, but it is not so high. In this way, the person who finally takes the photo will not bleed a lot.

Shen Bining laughed when she saw Wei Xingyue bidding. As long as someone goes against Zhou Mo, she will be happy.

"Master Patriarch, why is Wei Xingyue here too? Didn't you see it just now?" Fang Shiji blinked, looking like a silly son of a landlord.

"Wei Xingyue majors in pharmacology. Tianshu is a good medicinal material for ancient warriors. It's not surprising that she would come here." Zhou Mo explained softly.

Was there a person like the Wei family sixty years ago?

Why doesn't she remember?

"Oh~" Fang Shiji nodded and raised the sign in his hand without hesitation, "Three million."

There was another burst of booing. Today's auction was as exciting as in previous years, and the prices were higher than the last.

"Are Fang Shiji and the others sick?" Wei Xingyue couldn't help but cursed, clenching her fists tightly, wanting to cut Fang Shiji into eight big pieces.

Wei Xingyue was so angry that her hands were shaking. As soon as she raised the sign, Shen Bining spoke at the No. 3 viewing booth, "Five million."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone took a deep breath.

Even the emcee was shocked for several seconds before he picked up the small hammer and said, "five million once, five million twice..."

(End of chapter)