My Sister is Tianzun

"One hundred and fifty million!"

Ling Shifeng's voice sounded, calling a shocking price.

All of a sudden increase of 50 million, even if the people present are tycoons with a net worth of tens of billions, the auction would not have the courage to play this way. People who didn't know Ling Shifeng's identity secretly guessed who this stunned green was.

Wang Heng's fire could no longer be contained. Ling Shifeng looked at him sideways for the first time, which was a provocation and a threat.

Wang Heng gritted his teeth, his daughter grabbed his arm when he was about to speak: "Dad, stop fighting."

The hidden family has a profound background, and it will be very troublesome to offend. Ling Shifeng saw that he was spoiled and spoiled. Wang Taoyu didn't want his father to provoke such a person for himself.

Wang Heng is very uncomfortable, thinking that he is also a black and white character, and today he is going to give in to a junior.

"Sir, listen to Miss's advice. Miss your heart already knows." said the butler.

The anger in Wang Heng's heart dissipated when he saw his daughter's comforting smile, "Okay, listen to you, don't want this diamond dad."

Ling Shifeng still didn't have any expressions, as if he had spent 150 million and a half.

This time the auction still makes everyone look forward to it. The first lot will spark such a big spark, and the following things will only get better and better.

With the hammer falling after the third confirmation by the auctioneer, this oversized diamond was photographed by Ling Shifeng.

The second lot was also precious. When the booth was raised with the big name, the old man in the No. 9 seating area could no longer sit still.

"Song Ru Kiln Sky Celadon Bowl!" The old man yelled out loudly, "Sorry, can you let me take a closer look?"

"Of course, Wu Lao is the dean of the Chinese Museum, and is also a porcelain appreciator. If you come forward to appraise it, you can be sure that this Ru kiln is authentic." The auctioneer said.

The old man went down to the auction stage and looked closely with a magnifying glass. The people above were not in a hurry. About three to five minutes later, Mr. Wu exclaimed: “It has always been said that there are two Song Ru kiln sky celadon bowls. I can see the second one."

"Well, now that Mr. Wu has confirmed the authenticity of this Song Ru Kiln Sky Celadon Bowl, please come back. We are going to continue the auction."

Old Wu reluctantly left. This time he officially came with the expectation of the museum and brought back the Song Ru Kiln sky celadon glaze bowl.

Look at these business tycoons, they all have the habit of playing antiques. If they fight for it, he may not have enough funds.

"The second Song Ru Kiln Celestial Celadon Bowl has a starting price of 40 million yuan. The price increase shall not be less than 500,000 yuan each time. Let's start the auction now!"

Mr. Wu followed the auctioneer's voice and shouted: "Forty million!"

He didn't increase the price. After all, the museum's funds were also allocated by the State of China. It is not easy to save or save tens of millions of dollars to buy lost cultural relics.

But this time everyone seemed to have agreed, and no one increased the price after Mr. Wu made a bid. It seems that everyone knows very well that it's just a matter of playing with small objects. Buying things that are close to national treasures is also troublesome. It is better to be a good favor and earn some reputation for yourself.

With a final word, Elder Wu stood up excitedly, clasped his fists to thank you: "Thank you for your politeness."

In fact, the list of lots at each Shenghua auction will be deliberately leaked out, with the purpose of attracting bigwigs in need to come and participate. More people come here for one or two favorite things. There are hundreds of millions of things here. Few people will scramble for lots on a whim.

The auction was proceeding in an orderly and unstable manner. Except for the first competition between Wang Heng and Ling Shifeng, the other rankings either dropped the hammer with two shouts, or no one passed the auction at all.

Eighteen lots quickly passed fourteen. By the fifteenth item, the soft lighting on the lot excited many people.

Zhu Jinguo, only the size of a longan, is red throughout, with golden lines all over it.

Spirit-level medicinal materials appeared, not only Chen Ze and the three of them, but also two of those big men came for it.

After all, the old medicinal materials already have spirituality, and after taking them, they will overflow the body very much. What these rich people fear most is that they die and the money is not spent. Therefore, in order to keep up with everything, you have to soak medlar when you drink beer, and everyone is happy to spend some money you can’t take to prolong your life.

"Everyone, I think everyone knows the value of this medicinal fruit. Who says life is priceless? After taking this medicinal fruit, you can live longer for at least two years. Everyone, I don’t need to say more about the value of life. The auction will start now. The price is 100 million yuan, and the price must be an integer multiple of one million each time!" the auctioneer shouted.

The old man in the tenth seat area directly raised his hand: "One hundred and one million!"

"Well, the gentleman of the guest seat on the tenth place has bid 101 million. Is anyone willing to pay a higher price for this medicine fruit that can extend life and prolong life?"

"One hundred and three million!" At this time, someone called the price again, adding two million at once.

The old man turned around and forgot to look at him. He was number one. He is also unambiguous, not waiting for the auctioneer's voice to raise the price again: "105 million."

...

Neither Chen Ze nor Duanmu Fuyuan was anxious to make a move.

Ling Shifeng just waited and watched quietly, he needed to win this Zhu Jinguo. The cultivation bases of the younger generations in the Hidden Sejong Sect are very close now. If he can press this Zhu Jin Guo, he will definitely be able to stand out from the crowd and step on a group of talents.

"It's increased by 30 million. It seems that the trend is slowing down." Wang Taoyu said.

Wang Heng smiled and said, "That's not bad, you can see it all."

"Dad, how can you boast so much. I have been studying for many years to be an auctioneer. Of course you can see such an obvious thing."

Chen Yun leaned into his brother's ear and said, "Aren't you going to make a move?"

"Don't worry, none of the bidders can do it right now. Look at the people on both sides of us, they are all waiting."

The value of a 150-year-old Zhu Jin Guo is between 250 million and 400 million. However, there are many people competing today, especially Chen Ze with the determination to take, the price may double or even more.

"Two hundred million yuan! The price has now risen to two hundred million yuan!" The auctioneer's face flushed with excitement, as if the 200 million that had been added was his.

At this time, there were only two bidders left, and they all clenched their teeth. Two hundred million is already the limit for them. Spending 200 million to buy a fruit that does not know the effect is definitely not a cost-effective way to spend 200 million to keep people healthy.

"Two hundred and ten million!" After enduring it for so long, Duanmu Fuyuan finally made a move. Chen Ze was sitting in distress, and his heart and soul finally came.

"Huh, juniors are so rude, I have to fight for such a high price." The old man on the eighth said in his sleeves.

"The auction is for rich people. If everything depends on the face, why should it be held?"

Duanmu Fuyuan sneered.

The old man has to say something, and the people around him whispered: "Mr. Don't want to offend, that person is probably also a member of the hidden family."

what!

The old man was frightened in a cold sweat, and apologized to Duanmu Fuyuan: "I'm sorry, I offended."

It seems that he is not an ignorant person, knowing the strength of the hidden family.

"Two hundred and thirty million!" Ling Shifeng also opened his mouth, increasing the price by 20 million.

Everyone who speaks now knows the approximate price of this item, but fortunately, just add it in a large span.

"Two hundred and fifty million!" Duanmu Fuyuan didn't panic at all with surplus food. They treat people's illnesses and wounds, and they do business to make money. But Ling Shifeng was different. He was just a child of the Ling family. No matter how high his status, there were competitors and resource constraints.

"Three hundred million!" Ling Shifeng played another 50 million price increase. But this time his opponent is Duanmu Fuyuan who is not afraid at all, "400 million!"

hiss……

Many business tycoons were shocked when they saw this scene. What are the identities of these two young people? An increase of 50 million is scary enough, and another one changed hands and added 100 million!

"Brother Fuyuan, it seems that you are bound to win today." Ling Shifeng smiled.

"A little hobby." Duanmufu said far away.

Ling Shifeng said: "I also have to get this Zhu Jin Guo today, and I hope Brother Fuyuan will not care about it."

Then Ling Shifeng reported his price: 500 million!

hiss……

Wang Heng took a cold breath and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, I am watching the two people's battle today, and I'm afraid that none of them won't be able to get under 700 or 800 million. Are your funds sufficient? I will call to raise some immediately. "

"It's okay, it's enough for the time being, let the snipe and clam fight for a while." Chen Ze smiled.

Just kidding, buddies still have 2 billion now. If Wang Heng's 500 million is counted, 2.5 billion won't be enough to eat a Zhu Jin Guo, so how can I **** other elixir in the future?

"Six hundred million!"

Duanmu Fuyuan quotes, the competition is not over yet!