Chapter 195 (1/2)

After stirring up the atmosphere, the hostess said in a loud voice: ”the base price of this fairy relic is 100000, and the price increase is not less than 10000 each time. Now we are bidding!”

Off the stage, there was no excitement expected by the host, but there was some silence.

After all, the talk of Luoshen only exists in myths and legends. These celebrities don't believe that the so-called relics of Luoshen are not as real as those antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

However, this is a charity auction after all, tens of millions of these celebrities, is nothing at all.

”150000!” A middle-aged man raised his hand to quote.

”200000!” A young girl with a baseball cap quoted a price. Judging from her appearance, she was clearly a high school student. It is estimated that she was also inspired by adults to spend a small sum of money as charity.

In the end, the fairy handkerchief was sold for half a million yuan, and no one offered any more.

Perhaps in the eyes of these celebrities, this is an ordinary handkerchief, as for those fairy tales, no one believes it.

The hostess was disappointed in her eyes, but she didn't show it. With a professional smile on her face, she called out: ”this gentleman offered 500000 yuan. Is there anyone else to offer?”

”Half a million times, half a million times...”

When the host yelled for the second time, Chen Mo just woke up from the memory and his face returned to normal.

Chen Mo raised his hand in a serious voice: ”ten million!”

In a word, the audience is dead!

Everyone's eyes are on Chen mo.

”Ten million, is this boy crazy?”

”Let's not say it's just a worthless handkerchief. Even if it's really a relic of the God of Luo, it has no collection value. What do you want it to do

Zheng Yuanhao, an KeYue and others also look at Chen Mo with shocked faces. They don't understand Chen Mo's madness.

Yang Qianqian looked surprised: ”I heard you correctly, Chen Mo bid 10 million! Does he have that much money? Did he sell the gem he got last time? ”

Murong Yan'er is also Yingkou micro Zhang, shocked to herself: ”what does Chen Mo want a handkerchief for?”

The hostess on the stage was full of surprise, looking at Chen Mo and shouting: ”this gentleman has offered 10 million yuan, 10 million yuan for the first time, 10 million yuan for the second time, and 10 million yuan for the third time!”

”Congratulations, sir. This fairy handkerchief is yours!”

The hostess was afraid of Chen Mo's remorse and impatience.

Chen Mo's face is expressionless, but his heart is very excited. The relics left by his younger martial sister are priceless to him, and they can't be measured by money.

After the auction, Chen Mo pays the money backstage and gets the seemingly plain pink handkerchief.

Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing dare not accept Chen Mo's money at all. They are willing to donate 10 million yuan to charity instead of Chen mo. Chen did not care about it. He refused directly and returned to the village courtyard with the handkerchief.

However, just after Chen Mo Gang left the Vientiane Hotel, an old man followed him and stopped him.

”Little brother, my master wants to talk to you.” The old man's attitude is plain, neither humble nor overbearing, and no expression can be seen on his wrinkled face.

”Who is the master of your house?” Chen Mo asked with a frown.

”The father of Miss Murong Yan'er, murongke, Jiangnan.” Mention murongke's name, the old man's tone with a trace of pride.

Chen Mo is still. He has already guessed why murongke is looking for him.

”Forget it. For Yan'er's sake, go and see him.”