With the 500 million lent to Ling Chen, Fatty Yao finally auctioned a book of cultivation that he liked, which was also a book used to strengthen the body and prolong life. Ling Chen read the introduction and based on his previous life's experience, he judged that it should be a low-middle grade, which was considered to be picked up by Fatty Yao.

When Fatty Yao finished buying, there was no young woman holding the auction items on the high platform. Instead, a woman in black was wearing a veil and said in a cold tone, "My owner said that there is only one last item for auction in the market this time,"

"What, my quota has not been used yet, why is there only one thing left? Isn't this a scam?" The square image next to Ling Chen was stabbed by a needle and jumped up. He sold Ling Chen a quota, and he still had 300 million yuan in his hand. Although the auction price was getting higher and higher, he still hoped that everyone would use up the quota and he could pick up one at the lowest price.

But now someone suddenly announced that there was only one item left in the auction. If others didn't say it, he at least knew that Ling Chen next to him had another place, and the other party's amount of funds must be much larger than him. This can be seen from the loan that the other party assigned to Fatty Yao without hesitation to 500 million cash checks.

"If you are not satisfied, you can leave," the woman in black did not explain at all. She didn't even look at Fang Tu, and then stood there waiting.

Then another girl appeared on the high platform. She was holding a plate covered with a red gauze scarf. No one could see clearly what was inside, and could only see a round ball.

This time, everyone did not distribute any explanation pages. Before everyone could recover from the news just now, they encountered this episode.

"Everyone starts the auction. Those with the highest price will get the lowest price of one billion." The woman in black pointed to the plate covered with a red gauze scarf and said.

"I'm wasting our quota, but I won't let you know what this last thing is. Don't you want to open it again?" Fang Tu shouted loudly, motivating the people around him, with a threat in his tone.

He was choked by the woman in black just now, and he was so angry that the last auction item had a low price far exceeding his ability to bear. He didn't even say a single name, and it was almost obvious that he would not take them seriously.

He can tolerate it if he wants to others, but now he has no hope of buying it. In order to exaggerate, he naturally has to find faults. It is best not to buy anyone so that he can let it go.

"Yes, let's buy things. Even if we don't tell the name, we have to show what it is before buying. If there is nothing under the scarf, will we go out in groups of air?" someone also echoed.

Everyone else was also talking about it, but they were very dissatisfied.

Ling Chen's eyes lit up. He looked at the familiar packaging method. Yes, this must be the kind of red air in his previous life. Although the owner of the auction house was arrogant, he still disdained to deceive them. Indeed, this thing could not be seen, and it would disperse after seeing it. Although the red scarf seemed ordinary, it was a treasure that bound the air. Of course, it was not precious. It was given by the way when it was sold in the previous life. This kind of red air flowed out a lot in the previous life, but it was impossible to buy it in cash at that time. It was too worth it to be able to buy it at this time. Of course, Ling Chen would not let it go.

"Twenty billion," Ling Chen didn't say much, and raised his hand to bid.

The woman in black looked at Ling Chen in surprise, as if a little strange. Amidst so many doubts, someone dared to bid, but maybe he wanted to take a gamble, but it was hard to say whether it was the right bet or the wrong bet.

Ling Chen's voice was not high, but it suddenly suppressed the noisy sound of more than a hundred people in the audience.

Some people were also surprised, and then they thought that this thing might be of great value. However, when they thought of Ling Chen's bidding number, they shook their heads and asked them to bet for more than 2 billion yuan, which they could not do.

"Twenty-five billion," after a long time, someone came up with a number.

Ling Chen didn't even look at who the person was, and directly raised the price to the point where people looked up to it.

"Five billion"

When the woman in black heard Ling Chen report this number, she was really surprised. She didn't expect that the young man who bid once had such a huge net worth, 5 billion, was the entire net worth of most of the top rich people in China, and the other party could pay it without hesitation. Even the richest man in the world, this amount of money could not be raised immediately just by mentioning it.

Of course, Ling Chen didn't care about the 5 billion. He had millions of labor behind him creating wealth for him. The value he created every year was equal to the GDP of a small country. Such wealth naturally gave him the confidence to bid like this.

No one bids with Ling Chen anymore, and they also deeply remembered Ling Chen's appearance and voice.

After Ling Chen successfully bid, the woman in black ordered the girl to hold the plate and brought the plate covered with a red gauze scarf to him.

Ling Chen had no magic weapon in space, so he could only carry it himself. In addition, the small tripod he had auctioned before was placed in front of the square table in front of the seat.

After he put down the plate, people surrounded him.

"Mr. Ling, why don't you open it up? Let everyone's eyes open?" Fang Tu said with a sour breath. He felt that Ling Chen had ruined his resentment and was very unhappy.

"No, since this thing is so strange, Mr. Ling should take it back by himself and study it slowly. There are so many people here, so it is better not to show your eyes on the treasures," Fatty Yao waved his hand and asked someone to retreat.

As for this, the people around them also need identity and face. They can't rush to see them like children, so they slowly retreated, but they were all talking about what the last thing Ling Chen bids for was.

"This auction is over. Now you can let your entourage come in. As for the purchase of goods in the next market, the time and location of entry and exit, we will notify you later." Perhaps because the task was overcompleted, the tone of the woman in black was a little gentler than the beginning.

"Hmph, if you invite me in such a place, I won't come." Although Fang Tu didn't lose money, he didn't buy anything. He shook his sleeves and stood up and left the seat.

Some people, like him, bought quotas but did not auction items. They were also very angry and said they would not come again.

Ling Chen asked the six followers who came in to store the two auction items in the safe they carried with them and dragged them away. Then they went out of the "Fengqi Tower" and continued the way in, preparing to leave the private manor.

When everyone left, the lively Fengqi Tower suddenly became deserted.

At this time, a window was pushed open in a room on the third floor where no one had been going.

In the window, a young man with an ordinary appearance and a bit angry between his eyes was revealed. He looked at the crowd leaving and remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, someone replied behind him, "Master, this auction, a total of 46 items were sold, with a total income of 305 billion yuan."
Chapter completed!