Chapter 87 Pit the Ximen Family Again

When Ye Huanchen and Li Ziyi returned to the auction venue, there was already a sea of people. Ye Huanchen finally saw Ye Qian in a corner, but he had no choice but to look at him across the 'sea' with too dense crowd.

"Because Bing Lixue, the owner of the Iceberg Gang, is not feeling well, he can no longer participate in the following auction activities. Please send another person to participate in the auction!" The night hall glanced at the people under the stage: "Now, the auction continues!"

The night hall sounded, and the auction hall suddenly calmed down.

"This time, 20 bottles of strong pulse blue light, starting at 30,000 taels, 10,000 taels of gold plus one plus, start the auction now!"

"Fifty taels of gold!"

As soon as the voice of the night hall fell, a beautiful teenager began to shout for the price. His voice was cold, and the dusty temperament was revealed all over his body. Ye Huanchen fixed his eyes and turned out to be the new representative of the Iceberg Gang.

"Eight thousand taels of gold!" Situ Wus sat in the corner and shouted faintly.

"100,000 taels of gold!"

"120,000 taels of gold!"

"130,000 taels of gold!" The teenager glanced at Situ Wus and raised a sign.

"150,000 taels of gold!" Situ played with his fingers carelessly, as if the person who just shouted the price was not him, and he was extremely casual.

It seemed to feel the surprised eyes of the people around him. Situ Wuqi raised his head slightly, glanced at the people around him, and then continued to play with his fingers. Anyway, he didn't have to pay for the money in the end. Naturally, he didn't look at the money as money.

"Chen'er, what do you think the bottom line of that iceberg teenager will be?" Li Ziyi leaned against the wall, put one hand around Ye Huanchen's waist, and whispered in her ear.

"It's almost about 230,000 to 40,000!" Ye Huanchen did not notice Li Ziyi's bad intentions and looked ahead indifferently: "Although the Iceberg Gang and the Ximen family are going to take these 20 bottles of strong pulse blue light, after all, they will not put all their possessions on it. More than 200,000 is their upper limit. I guess the Iceberg Gang will have no strength to compete. The auction is over, but the Ximen family should still want to compete for the red spoon below!"

As soon as he dared to finish his words, Situ Wuyue quoted another price.

"230,000 taels of gold!"

"240,000 taels of gold!" At this time, the teenager was no longer as calm as he was at the beginning. He looked in the direction of Ximen's house frequently. To be honest, he didn't know if he could continue to shout.

"Two thousand taels of gold!" Situ Wu didn't frown and quoted this amazing price.

As soon as the price was quoted, the whole hall became silent.

Why is this the same as the last Ximen family auction of the ten bottles of recovery medicine, which is more than twice as high as the last round? In the eyes of these people, is the money blown by the strong wind? 260,000 taels of gold for the first time!"

"Two-six thousand taels of gold for the second time!"

"Twenty-six thousand taels of gold is the third!" Before the third time in the night talk was finished, the teenager shouted coldly.

"270,000 taels of gold!"

This price makes everyone breathe. It's terrible. Their money must be blown by the strong wind!!!

Although the teenager is calm, his heart is full of wind and clouds. This is the last bottom line of their iceberg gang and the Ximen family. If Situ Wuqiang shouts again, he will probably be ruthlessly giving up these 20 bottles of strong pulse blue light.

The teenager stared at Situ Wushang's face, as if every expression of him was related to his life. He shouted 270,000 taels of gold in the night hall for the first time. Situ Wuseng reached out and scratched his hair, and the teenager's heart suddenly scratched.

The night hall shouted 270,000 taels of gold for the second time. Situ Wuqi tidied up his clothes, and the corners of the teenager's mouth twitched.

As soon as the night hall opened its mouth and shouted 270,000 taels of gold for the third time, Situ Wusang suddenly stood up.

His action almost scared the teenager to death. Is he going to raise the price?

Looking at Situ Wusang in the night hall, he opened his mouth and asked, "What's the matter with Mr. Situ?"

"Me?" Situ Wuqi looked blank, and later pretended to realize: "Oh, I just want to go out for convenience. Go on!" With that, he left the auction venue with a smile.

His task has finally been completed.

"270,000 taels of gold for the third time!" The night hall dropped the hammer in his hand on the stage: "It's a deal! Congratulations to Mr. Chibian!"

As soon as this result came out, everyone's eyes widened. This is too ridiculous. The Li family spent 110,000 taels to buy 20 bottles of strong pulse blue light, and the Iceberg Gang spent 270,000 taels to buy 20 bottles of strong pulse blue light. The gap between them actually increased by 160,000 taels, which can buy 40 bottles of strong pulse blue light.

"Lao Li, should I say that your life is good, or is your life good? I bought 20 bottles of strong pulse blue light for 110,000 taels of gold. How can you let those who spent 270,000 taels of gold live? Dongfang Shu poked Li Sheng, who was smiling very coquettishly beside him. This is a little too good.

"Hey hey! Are you jealous? It's useless for you to be jealous! Who told your son to be disappointing and don't know how to get a good daughter-in-law? Li Sheng took an obscene look at Dongfangshu: "I said, it's time for you to ask Haoer to collect your heart. When can I give you a grandson when you are picking flowers and making trouble like this all day long?"

"Come on, don't mention this to me, just like your grandson has been born!"

"How did you know that my grandson was not born? Maybe it's in my daughter-in-law's belly now!"

Li Sheng glanced at the night magic dust not far away, and countless little stars flashed in his eyes: "What do you think my grandson should be named? Li Tianba? Invincible? Or is it Li Zhizun?"

"Li Er goods!!!" Dongfang Shu blew his beard and stared out such a sentence, which made Li Sheng so angry that he seemed to strangle him.

After a short break, the night hall brought up a box of well-packaged boxes, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the box.

"In this box is a red spoon that can make Warcraft jump to a level. In order to give the auctioneer uniqueness, the Ye family decided to auction the only ten bottles of red spoons in a bundle, that is to say, there is only one auction opportunity for the red spoon!"

"Damn it! Do you want to be so insidious? Isn't this forcing us to the end of the road?" The leader of a guild couldn't help swearing.

"It's not fucking human. Ten bottles of red spoons are auctioned together. What else can we get?!!" The leader of another gang said indignantly that he had been reluctant to pay to auction the previous drugs in order to get one of the ten bottles of red spoons. Fortunately, he probably couldn't even get the hair.