Food Hunter

Under the yellow sands of the Kandia Desert, there are buried ruins that cannot be counted out in historical documents, and countless treasures are hidden in the darkness, without seeing the sun.

There are two types of people who venture into the desert for profit, one is a merchant who buys low and sells high, and the other is an adventurer who rushes for gold.

The former carries a truckload of goods to the Oasis Country to handle the high price, and then buys antiquities or local specialties at low prices, returns and sells them, earning high profits at both ends.

The latter organized a small team to explore in the dangerous desert, hoping to dig out the ruins full of treasures, or pick up the leaks in Vulture Street.

Whether it is a large team of the former or a small team of the latter, they not only have to face the potential danger from the desert, but also face the threat from the sand pirates. If they are not careful, they will lose their lives.

However, things like money always attract people who are not afraid of death.

The people in Vulture Street are basically outsiders, there are merchants, gold diggers, and even travelers who want to try their luck.

At this time, on the stage resembling an auction platform, the old man in the robe known as Xerath continued to gently comment on the pot of desire, and finally came to a conclusion: high imitation fake!

The short-sleeved hot pants, the wheat-colored woman who doesn't seem to be afraid of the harsh sunshine, seems to be the host. Hearing the old man's conclusion, he immediately looked at the middle-aged man with regret.

"Sir, your heirloom is not a treasure. According to the agreement, regardless of whether you are satisfied with the appraisal result, you have to pay Master Xerath an appraisal fee of 500,000 jinni."

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly and said in despair, "I don't have that much money."

"Master Xerath just said that although your pot is a counterfeit, but its high imitation skills are very distinctive. If you sell it, it is worth at least one million guineas. You can take advantage of the crowds and auction the pot on the spot. As long as the price exceeds one million, you can not only pay the appraisal fee, but also get half a million ringlets."

The wheat-colored woman showed a sunny smile.

The spirit of the middle-aged man seems to have been taken away. At this time, hearing the suggestion of the wheat-colored woman, there is no room for rejection. In addition, 500,000 nuns are not enough, and they agreed to auction the pot of strong desire on the spot. .

Seeing the consent of the middle-aged, the wheat-colored woman flashed an imperceptible joy in the depths of her eyes, and said to everyone in the audience: "Everyone has seen this. Although this pot of strong desire is a fake, Master Xerath still gave it to you. A good evaluation proves that it has a certain value."

"With the consent of the original owner, this pot of strong desire will now be auctioned. The starting price is 500,000 jinni, and the additional bid cannot be less than 10,000, and the higher price will get!"

The wheat-colored woman's voice is very loud, but it does not appear harsh, does not need auxiliary equipment such as a microphone, and what she says can make everyone present can hear it clearly.

As soon as the voice of the wheat-colored woman fell, the guests off the court whispered, but no one bid, after all, it was a fake, even if Xerath's evaluation was not low, it greatly reduced the value.

After a while, someone finally raised their hand and shouted: "510,000!"

The wheat-colored woman took a quick look at the man and shouted, "This gentleman bid 510,000. Is anyone following?"

After confirming twice in a row, another person in the crowd called for a price of 520,000. The interval between the two bids was a bit long, which showed the hesitation of the bidders.

The middle-aged man saw that the reaction from the audience was very cold, and suddenly panicked. The pot that was regarded as the heirloom was actually a fake, that's fine, but Master Xerath gave an evaluation of one million. If the price is successfully sold, after paying the appraisal fee, there will still be half a million.

However, now that the enthusiasm for bidding is so low, the middle-aged people start to frighten.

After that, scattered people shouted the price, and a few minutes later, the price was raised to 600,000.

Among the crowd in the audience, Luo was like a calm bystander, observing the people on the stage and the guests shouting, always feeling that something was wrong.

He pulled another uncle next to him, pretending to be a cute young man who didn't understand the world, and asked: "Uncle, who is Master Xerath? It seems to be very powerful and famous."

The uncle looked at Luo with a look of contempt on his face, and said, "What is the fun of the kid here."

"Come on for a long time!" Luo blinked, looking as cute as Zizhu.

The uncle said impatiently: "Master Xerath is a well-known top appraiser in the three major oasis countries. There is nothing he can't appraise, but appraisal fees are very expensive."

"This is a place where great talents can go around. It's not suitable for a kid like you. Get out of here."

At this time, the pot of strong desire has reached the price of 650,000, and the second confirmation is already being carried out. After another second, as long as the wheat-colored woman confirms the third time, the pot will be worth 650,000. Price transaction.

On the other hand, the person who had bid before seemed to have no intention of continuing to bid.

Luo Yan watched that the pot of strong desire was about to be sold, and under the shocked gaze of the uncle, he hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "1 million!"

The jump from six hundred and fifty thousand to one million immediately attracted the attention of the guests present. Many people here do not lack such a small amount of money. They just want to see who is so rich and willing to spend money to buy a fake.

I just taught Luo a while ago, and the uncle Luo got out of the way was shocked and took a few steps back, staring at Luo with a look of "what's the matter with this world", only to feel that the slap I had just slapped fell on his face.

Luo ignored the uncle, and ignored the surprised gaze around him, and looked towards the stage.

Master Xerath was sitting on a chair, indifferent to the auction, the wheat-colored woman in charge of the presiding officer took a deep look at Luo, and the middle-aged man with the pot of **** showed excitement. The color.

If Luo didn't raise the price, the final price might be set at 650,000, but when Luo shouted like this, he would have to see if the 650,000 people would follow.

For this fake, the price was directly raised to one million, which was incomprehensible to others.

The pot of strong desire is entwined with thoughts, which is the reason why Luo is inevitable. Therefore, even if it is 10 million, he will take it down.

The factors that ordinary people can't see are the origins of their incomprehension.

Furthermore, Eluo has been in contact with antiquities all the time, but the chances that the antiquities entangled with Nian are genuine are very high, and that Master Xerath's vows are true or false, which has yet to be verified.

It's a pity that you have to personally touch the object ~www.wuxiaspot.com~white smoke font to give an accurate assessment, including the price.

After shouting the price, Luo has been watching the reaction of the wheat-colored woman, seeing the other party's move quickly and then withdrawing it, Luo suddenly understood.

Assuming that the pot of **** is genuine, the drama on the auction stage seems intriguing.

The person who had previously offered the price of 650,000 raised the price again and bid to 1.01 million.

Luo did not follow the price at the first time, but met the gaze of the wheat-colored woman, showing a meaningful smile.

The wheat-colored woman was slightly startled, her mental quality had been trained to break through the sky, and she felt uneasy for some reason.

There is such an illusion that you will be smashed.

She suppressed the inexplicable emotion in her heart and smiled at Luo: "This gentleman, do you want to continue to follow?"

"Of course, 1.02 million." Luo said slowly.