The system is a broken bowl

However, no matter how much the beautiful auctioneer Bao Baobao tried to make a fuss, the broken-voiced man on the third floor just kept silent. He might have really given up.

At this time, most people also believed that the final owner of this exquisite stone was the distinguished guest in the private room on the fourth floor.

What no one knew was that in the private room on the fourth floor, a fat bald man was scratching his head and head anxiously.

This person's name is Jin Zhi, and he is a Lingtuo. Man Buddha and Ling Tuo belong to the same metal lineage of the Sacrifice Alliance. The thin one is called Man Buddha, and the fat one is called Ling Tuo.

They are not monks and have nothing to do with the Buddha in Buddhism.

This exquisite stone was actually commissioned by him for auction, but it was just under the guise of someone else.

He is raising prices here just to show his rhythm and want to bring a high price before stopping.

I just didn't expect that the person on the third floor refused to add more after calling forty-seven thousand taels.

Seeing that forty-eight thousand taels was about to be thrown back into his hand, Jin Zhilingtuo was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. At this moment, how much he wanted to hear the broken gong voice on the third floor!

You said you're such a broken gong, why doesn't it sound at the critical moment? Is it completely broken?

He had been studying the exquisite stone for a long time and only put it up for auction after confirming that it was unusable.

I wanted to be clever and make more money, but I didn't expect that it would hurt me.

"Forty-eight thousand taels for the second time! Is there any higher bid?"

The beautiful auctioneer Baobao was still trying her best to help the fat man, but her voice sounded like a ghostly howl that was urging him to die.

After a while, Bao Bao finally stopped advocating and picked up the little golden hammer on the stage, ready to give the final word.

The fat man closed his eyes in despair.

At this moment, Song Chen finally spoke. "Forty-nine thousand taels!"

"Oh my God! Who is the father of this financial sponsor?"

Jin Zhilingtuo was immediately moved to tears! If he could, he could not wait to run to the second floor, hug the big benefactor, kiss and gnaw wildly.

At this time, the beautiful auctioneer Baobao, who was almost on the verge of extinction, regained her vitality and blew harder. She thought that 48,000 taels would be sold, but unexpectedly someone shouted a high price again!

While bragging, she kept looking towards the fourth floor, expecting the big boss on the fourth floor to increase the price again.

The fat man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced disdainfully at the baby on the auction table.

"Little girl, Fatty, you almost scared me to death just now! You still expect me to increase the price, Fatty!" the fat man said bitterly.

However, his voice did not pass through the speaker;

The baby spent another half a pound of saliva, but no more calls were heard.

Helpless, she had no choice but to make the final decision. Song Chen finally bought this exquisite stone for 49,000 taels of gold.

Next, several more items were put up for auction, all of which were of heavenly gold level. Although the competition was still fierce, Song Chen was not interested in any of them, so he sat leisurely on a soft chair and drank the free tea in the private room.

"Why did you spend so much money to photograph that rock?"

Murong Feixue could not understand Song Chen more and more. "You're not going to tell me that you're still a weapon refiner, and you can use that stone to refine weapons, right?"

"My little sister, you guessed it right! I am really a weapon refiner, and the exquisite stone is a good material for weapon refinement." Song Chen was in a good mood now.

"Who is your little sister? Please stop talking nonsense!" Murong Feixue said angrily.

"Oh? It seems I made a mistake. You are Mr. Murong!"

Song Chen wanted to tease this "Master Murong" to prevent her from being depressed. "Mr. Murong, are you still thinking about your plan to restore the country?"

However, no matter how much the beautiful auctioneer Baobao tried to make trouble, the broken-voiced man on the third floor just kept silent. He might have really given up.

At this time, most people also believed that the final owner of this exquisite stone was the distinguished guest in the private room on the fourth floor.

What no one knew was that in the private room on the fourth floor, a fat bald man was scratching his head and head anxiously.

This person's name is Jin Zhi, and he is a Lingtuo. Man Buddha and Ling Tuo belong to the same metal lineage of the Sacrifice Alliance. The thin one is called Man Buddha, and the fat one is called Ling Tuo.

They are not monks and have nothing to do with the Buddha in Buddhism.

This exquisite stone was actually commissioned by him for auction, but it was just under the guise of someone else.

He is raising prices here just to show his rhythm and want to bring a high price before stopping.

I just didn't expect that the person on the third floor refused to add more after calling forty-seven thousand taels.

Seeing that forty-eight thousand taels was about to be thrown back into his hand, Jin Zhilingtuo was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. At this moment, how much he wanted to hear the broken gong voice on the third floor!

You said you're such a broken gong, why doesn't it sound at the critical moment? Is it completely broken?

He had been studying the exquisite stone for a long time and only put it up for auction after confirming that it was unusable.

I wanted to be clever and make more money, but I didn't expect that it would hurt me.

"Forty-eight thousand taels for the second time! Is there any higher bid?"

The beautiful auctioneer Baobao was still trying her best to help the fat man, but her voice sounded like a ghostly howl that was urging him to die.

After a while, Bao Bao finally stopped advocating and picked up the little golden hammer on the stage, ready to give the final word.

The fat man closed his eyes in despair.

At this moment, Song Chen finally spoke. "Forty-nine thousand taels!"

"Oh my God! Who is the father of this financial sponsor?"

Jin Zhilingtuo was immediately moved to tears! If he could, he could not wait to run to the second floor, hug the big benefactor, kiss and gnaw wildly.

At this point, the beautiful auctioneer Bao Bao, who was almost about to give up, regained her vitality and boasted even harder. She thought that 48,000 taels would be sold, but she didn't expect someone to bid a high price again!

While boasting, she kept looking at the fourth floor, expecting the big guy on the fourth floor to raise the price again.

Fatty stood in front of the French window and looked at Bao Bao on the auction table with disdain.

"Little girl, Fatty almost peed because of you just now! You still expect Fatty to raise the price!" Fatty said hatefully.

However, his voice did not pass through the speaker.

Bao Bao spent half a catty of saliva again, but she didn't hear any more bidding.

Helplessly, she had to make the final decision. Song Chen finally won the exquisite stone for 49,000 taels of gold.

Then a few more items were put on the auction, all of which were of the Tianjin level. Although the competition was still fierce, there was nothing that Song Chen was interested in, so he sat leisurely on the soft chair and drank the free tea in the private room.

"Why did you spend so much money to buy that stone?"

Murong Feixue was getting more and more confused about Song Chen. "You're not going to tell me that you're a weapon refiner and you bought that stone to refine weapons?"

"You really guessed it right, little sister! I'm really a weapon refiner, and that Linglong stone is a good material for refining weapons." Song Chen is in a good mood now.

"Who is your little sister? Don't talk nonsense, okay!" Murong Feixue said unhappily.

"Oh? It seems that I was wrong, you are Mr. Murong!"

Song Chen wanted to tease this "Mr. Murong" to prevent her from being depressed. "Mr. Murong, are you still thinking about your plan to restore the country?"