Unbelievable Ninth Young Miss: Emperor, Don’t Run Away!

Chapter 4660 Profiteers (seeking a monthly pass)

Qu Fang harvested a bunch of sarcasm and white eyes, frustrated to see the beginning of the cloud.

"Yun Shimei, I said that you can't do this. Now both of us have become the laughing stock of the unknown swordsman!"

Yunchu took out the pen and paper and said to him: "I said you write, come!"

The song is unknown, but it was written according to the beginning of the cloud:

Small nine feast auction

Do you want to know how a generation of genius is trained? Do you want to know the secret of breaking through the tenth floor overnight? Do you want to know how to become a true disciple from the chores?

All these answers will be announced on the small nine banquet. Because the banquet is too energy-intensive, this time only 50 people can participate, and the price is high.

The machine can't be lost, the loss is no longer coming. If it doesn't come, it will definitely be the loss of your life. If you don't come, it is a regret that you can't make up in this life.

After the songs were finished, the face was dumbfounded, and the Yunshimei was too stunned!

Qu Fang thought that the more money he earned, the more he could move the island master, so he said:

"Yun Shimei, is there only fifty people? Isn’t it better to write a hundred people?"

"Wrong, the fewer the number of people, the more cherished the qualifications of this qualification, they will spare no effort to raise the price." Yunchu said insidious.

"Yun Shimei, what are you going to say at the Little Nine Banquet?"

"You will know when you get there."

Qu Fang shook his head and went to paste the notice.

When I saw this notice, some people were somewhat tempted. Others did not say that the cloud broke through ten layers overnight. If you can know the flaws in it, it is worthwhile to spend a lot of Lingshi.

Qu Fang’s reaction to seeing everyone is better than before, so I’m a little relieved. But is there really someone going to auction?

Soon, it was the day of the auction.

The scene can be described as a sea of ​​people, almost 90% of the disciples of the unknown swordsmen have arrived.

Qu Fang hardened his scalp and boarded the high platform and said: "The first small nine banquet banquet qualification auction is now starting. The first banquet qualification is now starting to bid, starting at 100,000 yuan."

After the Qufang dialect was finished, there was a lot of discussion below, but there was no one bidding.

Qu Fang could not help but secretly complain, he said that this method can not work, how can it end now?

When Qu Fang was thinking about it, some people below said: "The eleven thousand! I am out of 110,000! I have been stuck in the spirit for five years, and it is worthwhile to break through how many stones are spent this time."

"I have 150,000, but Yunshimei has mastered three kinds of swords. If I am fortunate enough to be inspired to understand the sword, let alone 150,000, that is, one hundred and fifty thousand are worth!"

"180,000! I am bound to get what I want today. I want to get this opportunity!"

......

Someone took the lead, and suddenly others began to increase the price, and the auction price began to soar to a million.

Qu Fang is looking silly!

God, are these people crazy?

When the price soared to 1.5 million, no one raised the price any more. I thought there were forty-nine places anyway. If it was too big, I would bid for the next round.

Therefore, Qu Fang said: "The first qualification for dinner has already taken place. Congratulations to this brother. Now I am starting the second bidding for the qualification."

Qu Fang originally thought that the lower the price of bidding in the future, the lower the price. When people think that the atmosphere has been heated up, people are already eager to get on the list, and they are afraid of not being able to grab it. The price has soared.

The last place even soared to 3.5 million Shangpin Lingshi.

Qu Fang drifted back to the courtyard of Yunxiao, and felt that all this was a dream.

At the beginning of the cloud, he glanced at him and said faintly:

"You remember to pay Zhao Hui 50,000 Lingshi, this is the money I hired, or else where do you think the first few fools come from?!"

Qu Fang: "..." profiteers! Profiteers of red fruit!

Eighth, continue at noon tomorrow, remember to vote!

(End of this chapter)