At this time, the host has already quoted the lowest price.

The starting price is 100 million!

"I'll pay 110 million!"

.....

"One hundred and twenty million!"

.....

In the auction house, everyone quickly started bidding.

Of course, most people here are just joining in the fun.

Follow and grab a few rounds within the price you have in mind.

Think about it, it’s just a medicinal herb, it sounds magical, but no one knows what its real effect is.

This transaction can be said to have certain risks.

It is not a wise move to risk hundreds of millions to grab something that is of no use to you at this stage.

Therefore, after the price rose to 200 million, there were basically no bids in the venue.

Only a middle-aged man and a young woman were still fighting.

Meng Chuan had already noticed the two of them and sent someone to investigate their situation.

With the power of the Meng family, it is not difficult to investigate two people at the auction.

"It turned out to be them."

After learning the identity of the other party, Meng Chuan immediately smiled.

"It seems that we can successfully obtain this three-leaf spiritual grass without raising any more money."

Meng Chuan whispered secretly.

This time he planned to spend more than 500 million for this three-leaf spiritual grass. He spent 300 million before, but now he still has more than 200 million in hand.

In other words, as long as the price of the three-leaf spiritual grass is not raised to 300 million, he will have a chance.

"Two hundred and ten million!"

At this time, a young woman in the crowd raised her placard to bid again.

Meng Chuan looked over and said: "Miss Zhang, if my prediction is correct, the lady snatched this elixir for collection."

"I've heard for a long time that Ms. Zhang is a collector, especially fond of collecting rare treasures from the world. Today, it seems that this is indeed the case."

"Spend hundreds of millions of dollars just for your hobby!"

"But hasn't Miss Zhang always been interested in those historical relics and cultural relics left behind? Why is she now turning to collecting medicinal materials?"

"This thing probably won't last a few years."

"Maybe it will wither and wither not long after I buy it."

"Miss Zhang, aren't these hundreds of millions wasted in vain?"

Meng Chuan smiled and looked at the young woman in front of him.

"Master Meng, don't you think your control is too lenient?"

"What do I want to buy? What does it have to do with you?"

The young woman was obviously not surprised why Meng Chuan could see her identity.

After all, the Meng family is the richest family in Jiangbei, and the resources and energy they control are naturally extremely huge.

Investigating individuals is not difficult.

But this girl didn't seem to have any respect for the Meng family. When faced with what Meng Chuan said, she directly responded.

"Ms. Zhang, am I not kind?"

"Some time ago, I received a crown from a friend."

"I asked someone to identify it, and it seems to be related to the Loulan Kingdom, an ancient country that disappeared in ancient times."

"Maybe it's Queen Loulan's crown?"

"Whenever Miss Zhang has time, you can come to my place and take a look."

"If it is really Queen Loulan's crown, how about I transfer it to you at the original price?"

Meng Chuan asked with a smile.

The young woman was shocked: "Are you serious? Is it really an ancient relic from the ancient country of Loulan?"

"I never tell lies." Meng Chuan said.

"Okay, I will go find you tomorrow." The girl said immediately.

Meng Chuan nodded and said with a smile: "Then it's settled. But this three-leaf spiritual grass..."

"If you want it, just give it to you." The girl readily gave up.

Originally, she wasn't very interested in the clover, she just thought it was magical.

Her greatest interest is still in those mysterious ancient civilizations that have disappeared.

But on the other side, the middle-aged man obviously had no intention of giving up: "Master Meng, I'm sorry, I can let you do other things, but I can't let you do this."

"I'm sorry, let's compete based on our abilities."

The man frowned. He didn't expect that Meng Chuan was also interested in San Ye's spiritual grass. This was not good news.

"Mr. Zhou, don't talk so eloquently."

"I know what you want this for."

"Isn't it just that the founder of your group, Mr. Qiao, is seriously ill and is on his deathbed? Are you worried that once Mr. Qiao dies, it will cause heavy damage to the company's stock price and affect your financing process?"

Meng Chuan crossed his legs and talked.

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed: "You...how do you know?"

"It's not important." Meng Chuan chuckled, "What's important is that I can help your group tide over the difficulties. And the condition is that you give me this three-leaf spiritual grass."

"This..." The middle-aged man was silent.

"I am considering the long-term development of your company. Director Qiao of your group is already old. Even if he is rescued this time, what about the next time?"

“It’s better to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron than to stop it from boiling.”

"As long as you sell me a favor this time, I, the Meng family, will give your group as much support as possible from now on."

"how?"

I have to say that Meng Chuan does have some abilities.

Starting from the fundamentals, the two biggest opponents were quickly persuaded.

In the end, the man known as Jay Chou also announced his withdrawal from the competition.

So far, no one can compete with Meng Chuan.

He paid 215 million to acquire this three-leaf spiritual grass.

"Ha ha.."

"Master, I really belong to you!"

Meng Chuan already showed a winner's smile.

However, just when Meng Chuan thought everything had settled, Ye Fan, who had been silent, suddenly raised his sign.

"Two hundred and twenty million!"

What?

Meng Chuan shuddered and turned his head immediately, and sure enough he saw Mark's face with the dragon head mask again.

"You brat, don't go too far?" Meng Chuan clenched his palms and gritted his teeth in threat.

Ye Fan ignored it and continued to bid: "Two hundred and thirty million!"

"You!!!" Meng Chuan was shaking with anger.

"Two hundred and fifty million!" Ye Fan raised his sign again.

"I..." Meng Chuan's eyes were red, almost spitting out fire.

"OK!"

"very good!"

"You want to play, right? I'll play with you."

"Two hundred and sixty million..."

The angry Meng Chuan wanted to follow the bidding.
To be continued...