Fatty Yao, who was standing by, noticed Ling Chen's expression. He also felt that the small tripod was extraordinary and very simple. The one auctioned before was either bamboo slips or paper books. The cultivation books auctioned this time were actually engraved on the tripod, and their value was one level higher.

Sure enough, the words of the woman in the grass skirt after she spoke proved this.

"Tengyun Ding, the base price is 100 million yuan, free auction, and those with purchase quotas can bid."

"One 50 million," someone raised the reserve price by half as soon as he spoke.

Fatty Yao was shocked. If he didn't sell one of the original two places to Ling Chen, this would mean that he was completely eliminated in the auction of this small tripod.

Now he added the 200 million cash checks transferred to him by Ling Chen and his own 1.5 billion bank bills, which is a total of 3.5 million and a half million, but depending on the situation, it is far from enough.

He was thinking in his heart that the small tripod must be of high value and he would not lose money if he bought it. This can be seen from Ling Chen's attitude just now and the atmosphere on the scene.

He looked up and saw that the first person to bid was a young man in his thirties and freckled face. He also had some impression of this person. The deputy general manager of Beicheng Iron and Steel Group, the fourth-generation direct descendant of the Song family in Beicheng, Song Fengguang, has a bad reputation, is strict and often cursed. The person who works under him has a high resignation rate and is definitely not a person who is easy to deal with.

Fatty Yao thought about it and shook his head. Such a young man is the easiest to get involved. He wants to compete with the other party, and he can't fight without a single person of 700 million or 800 million.

This has far exceeded his budget. There are not many people in China who can freely transfer such large funds to squander, and there will be no more than one thousand people. Of course, this is limited to private investment. As for those who are not spending their own money, let alone 700 million or 800 million, even adding two zeros is a big deal.

But he didn't compete, and some people also fell in love with this little tripod.

"160 million," a slow voice raised the price by 10 million. Fatty Yao looked at him and turned out to be an old man in his sixties. He didn't know this person, and he didn't know which sacred person it was, but it seemed that he was also rich in financial resources.

There are two kinds of people, and he decided not to touch them at the auction. One is young people, who are impulsive and will not be completely considered in interests. The other is the elderly. These elderly people have little time and their property is not spent, which will be cheaper for their children and grandchildren. If there are things to prolong their lives, they will definitely not hesitate to pay.

But if he doesn't buy it, it doesn't mean that he will do nothing.

"Why, Mr. Ling, this little tripod looks extraordinary. With Mr. Ling's wealth, it will definitely be no problem to take it down," said Fatty Yao.

Fang Tu, who was standing beside him, blinked his eyes when this thin man heard Fatty Yao's words. He was a little surprised. If Fatty Yao said this, then this strange young man must be worth a lot of money. He had seen it. He usually heard about the children of the big family. He did not hear the children of the family with the surname Ling. He had no interest in the high-tech field and did not know Ling Chen's past. Thinking about Fatty Yao's initial introduction, was the other party really worth tens of billions of dollars?

Otherwise, without this size, you will not be qualified to participate in this battle of hundreds of millions of yuan. Forcibly participating will only cause jokes.

"Old Yao, you are so unkind. Why haven't you introduced Mr. Ling in detail to me these two days? It seems that he wants to hold it in his own hands." Fang Tu ran the fat man Yao without any trace.

"Oh, I'm so unfair. I've never concealed Mr. Ling's wealth. I told you at the beginning that this is a new star in the business world, and his family's wealth is 10 billion, so you are not impressed. Now I realize that I'm anxious," said Fatty Yao of course, not to lose this reputation in vain and refute.

"The two seniors should calm down. Although this little tripod is good, I only have one place. If I buy this, what should I do if I get the best one later?" Ling Chen quietly threw the problem to the two of them.

Fang Tu also had two places, but he had never taken action or told Ling Chen, but he could not hide it from Fatty Yao, who was familiar with him.

Fatty Yao got two of them himself, but he didn't believe Fang Tu didn't get two, or more, but he was not sure if the other party was the same as him and sold them in advance, so he could only ask the previous question.

"It's not difficult. My place has been sold to Mr. Ling, but Lao Fang, you should have one extra. Judging from this, you want to buy two, one for reserving and the other for resale. This wishful thinking cannot be made. Why not transfer it to Mr. Ling like me? In this way, he can buy this small tripod and we can also open our eyes," said Fatty Yao.

"This," Fang Tu pondered for a while. The prices of more than a dozen cultivation books just now were indeed hundreds of millions. The funds he brought were similar to those of Fatty Yao. He raised them only after he sold several expensive real estates. It seems that he can't buy two of them now. It seems that the more you go, the better the items and the higher the price, so he can't hesitate.

"Okay, I just want to cut my flesh, but I don't know what Mr. Ling's bid?" Fang Tu also knew the pros and cons when he said this. Although Ling Chen seemed to need this place to buy this small tripod and prepare for something more precious later.

But he and Fatty Yao had a deal in advance, and the transaction price was not revealed. If they were not sure, they would join forces to deceive themselves.

"One hundred million," Ling Chen reported a number, and Fatty Yao had just raised a finger at him.

"I'll sell it for one and a half billion,"

"Okay, Senior Fang is ready, I won't bargain much. Please transfer the quota to me," Ling Chen responded and smiled slightly. The difference of only tens of millions was not in his eyes, but he could take this opportunity to bring his relationship with Fatty Yao closer.

"Well," Fang Tu felt a little at a loss, but she was not too frustrated. After all, the average price of books he had just sold was about 100 million. When he bought the place, it was only 10 million, and it increased fifteen times in three years. This investment was already a big profit and there was no loss.

Ling Chen took the semicircular brass plaque handed over by Fangtu, and like his one, they were engraved with the seal words "One".

He then wrote a cash check of 150 million yuan on the square table in front of the seat and pushed it to Fangtu.

The reason why Ling Chen wanted to buy this small tripod was slightly different from others. Others were attracted by the cultivation text on this small tripod. In addition, he valued more the material of the small tripod. This is a kind of cultivation resource. The "Qingyang True Sutra" he wanted to practice, from the first level to the second level, there were some special metals that needed to rely on. These metals were not the elements and alloys in the real world, but metals containing special things.
Chapter completed!