C115 (1/2)

Obviously, many of the people present did not have any good feelings towards the An/Bie Ghost River.

This is the Buddha Carving from the living Buddha Room in the past Jokhang Temple. After being influenced by it for many years, we spent over a hundred thousand to buy it from a Little Lama.

A bright yellow wooden sculpture was brought out. It looked like the carving of a future Buddha, but because it looked too new, no one bid even after the woman had taken a look.

Old Lang was not surprised, he laughed and said, ”If no one wants it, I will keep it myself. If there is anything I need, I can think about it, this is a treasure left behind by the living Buddha of Jokhang Temple.”

Soon, a man in a suit and sunglasses reached out and shouted, ”One hundred thousand.”

”Alright, someone bid 100,000. Are there any higher bids?”

Old Lang's eyes lit up, what kind of purchase was that? It was only bought for a few thousand dollars, the ingredients used were good, but they were all just to make up for it.

Someone else made a bid, and those who had been tempted earlier followed suit. A woman from the underground world with a ruddy complexion raised her hand and said, ”One hundred and ten thousand!”

”One hundred and fifty thousand!”

The sunglasses-wearing man raised the bid by 40,000 without hesitation, causing the woman to be stunned for a moment and then give up after a moment of hesitation.

Lee Momo wanted to extend his hand to raise the price, but Bai Xiaobei immediately patted her hand: ”If I like it, then don't take away my beloved one.”

There were also a few experts present. If he said that this was fake, then these people would have probably noticed him.

Lee Momo almost shouted out loud, but hearing the prompt, she immediately shut his mouth.

A few thousand yuan root sculpture was sold for one hundred and fifty thousand, Old Lang was also very happy, and he smiled as he completed the second transaction.

The third Auction Items was a box of hidden medicines, and everyone present was experienced and knowledgeable. It was priced at fifty thousand, and no one bid in the end, making Old Lang's excited heart slightly recover a little.

The auction was very quick, the rhythm of the auction was unbearable for many people, Old Lang immediately pulled out a bright, snow-white curved blade, the handle was obviously gold, the pattern on the blade was very beautiful, under Old Lang's brandishing, it was cut in half.

”The seventh Auction Items was created by our Hidden Clan Forging Masters. Let's not talk about the method, it is a secret that cannot be passed down, it is to cut iron like mud, the blade itself is made from rare snow steel essence, the handle of the blade, the sheath is high purity gold, it is embedded with eighteen little cat's eye stones, seventy-seven rubies, and three black gems. Everyone has five minutes to check them.”

The originally calm group of people were now like sharks encountering blood. They immediately surrounded him. Even Ghost River, who had not spoken for a long time, stood up and walked over.

”High purity gold. Gems are all real too. This blade is too exquisite.”

One of the jewelry businessmen fondled the boss for a while, while the others just watched silently. Some people glared at the boss, obviously disagreeing with him saying all this to some people who didn't understand.

”Alright, time is up. Everyone, this saber has been forged for more than ten years and has been hidden by others for a long time. There is no name behind it, but it's a low price of 500,000 yuan. Let's begin now!”

A low price of five hundred thousand yuan caused a lot of people to gasp. Some of the people present were only worth a few million, but the price of this blade was beyond their expectations.

”Five hundred thousand!” The jewelry shop owner made some calculations and then said, ”Five hundred thousand!”

”Alright, this boss bids 500,000. Oh, so it's Mr. He. Mr. He is a famous jewelry mogul. His vision is definitely worth ensuring!”

Old Lang was also an expert at auctioning. With a single sentence, he told everyone how precious his treasured blade was. He also flattered this Mr. He.

Although he was disgusted that the Old Lang would use his own eyes to praise this blade, this Mr. He still gave a satisfied snort, and elegantly nodded to the crowd.

”Five hundred and fifty thousand!”

The young man in the overcoat who had previously offered a price also spoke up. Clearly, he too had his eyes on this blade.

”Seven hundred thousand!”

Under Ghost River's instructions, Gicihon Saburo immediately raised the bid to seven hundred thousand, and then lowered his head to speak Japanese with Mr. Onikawa.

”Seven hundred thousand! Seven hundred thousand! Are there any higher bids?!” Are there any higher bids? ”

Old Lang laughed until his mouth was crooked, the three hundred thousand taels of silver had turned into a profit again, causing his beautiful mouth to split open.

The young man in the overcoat raised his hand again and said, ”Eight hundred thousand.”

”Nine hundred thousand!” Gicihon Saburo continued to raise the bid by a hundred thousand without hesitation.

”Why did they buy this knife? Isn't the Japanese Knife quite famous as well? How can you bear to buy this blade at such a high price? ”