The Magnificent God of War

Behind him, no one responded to him. Li Chengfeng laughed at himself and said nothing, but was guided into the auction hall.

As soon as he walked into the hall, he saw that many people had already arrived.

He knew most of them. There were big names in East Korea. Of course, wherever he looked, he saw Jiang Ning.

Compared with Jiang Ning, these so-called big shots are nothing.

He looked away and didn't look at Jiang Ning. He directly found a seat and sat down. The four bodyguards stood behind him and surrounded him.

Seeing the appearance of the stranger Mo Jin, the few people who wanted to come over and greet Li Chengfeng did not dare to approach.

Everyone knows that the Li family has been turbulent recently, but he didn't expect that Li Chengfeng would still be thinking about going out to participate in the auction.

"I didn't expect Patriarch Li's expression to be okay. Li's loss has been so great recently, so he is still in the mood to come out to participate in the auction."

"Have you heard that the people who defected to the Li family are dead! Now there are few core members of the Li family, and the loss is too great!"

"Isn't the Li family arguing with the Lin family? What is the origin of the Lin family?"

"The one over there, the one in the front row!"

...

Several people were whispering, apparently hearing some wind.

Li's and Lin's two rivals are on the same occasion, and I am afraid that nothing will happen to them that night.

Jiang Ning sat at the front, ignoring other people at all. He didn't look at anyone, and he didn't care about anyone. His eyes were fixed on the auction stage, the auctioneer who was preparing.

More and more people came, and in less than ten minutes, everyone who was supposed to be came in.

There are rules in the Gaoshan Courtyard. People who are late are not allowed to enter. He will not wait for anyone.

"Boom—"

The bronze bell set aside was rang by the auctioneer, and the whole hall suddenly became quiet.

"Everyone!"

The auctioneer smiled and shouted, "I'm very happy, today? I love Lingling Aishan Er'er? Tian can have the opportunity to help Mr. Gao Shan to auction a precious collection on the spot!"

"Mr. Gaoshan's collection is the guarantee of value. I believe everyone present should know it, and I don't need to repeat it."

"The previous collections have triggered fierce bidding. I don't know who will be the final winner today!"

He glanced around, with a smile in his eyes.

Wherever I can see, there are no rich people worth less than one billion yuan, and the rich people of the entire East Korea, 70% are here.

"I won't talk too much nonsense. Let's go directly to the subject. The collection of Mr. Takayama's auction this time is a page of boxing scores. Please read it!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a lifting platform slowly rose from the ground, and the tempered glass was all wrapped up. In the glass box, a page of golden fist score stood quietly between the two layers of glass.

Under the camera close-up, you can clearly see that the texture of the paper is unusual, and the lines on it are faintly revealing a unique atmosphere.

"The origin of this page is mysterious. It was obtained by Mr. Gao Shan a few years ago. All the people present are with unique vision. The meaning of this page is different for everyone."

The auctioneer seems to have nothing to introduce. After all, even Gaoshan doesn't know what this boxing score is, it is even more impossible for him to know.

"So, this auction is also a very unique one. Mr. Takayama gave me a reserve price of one hundred dollars."

He stretched out a finger and smiled, "You didn't hear it wrong, it's a one-hundred dollar shooting start!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar.