Chapter 8689 All Kinds of Tyrants Come on Their Way

The auction officially started, and the people present finally stopped the initial noise.

With the appearance of the auctioneer, relying on his experienced experience, the holding of this auction is also under control.

said the auctioneer.

"The exhibits in this auction are divided into two. Each buyer can only bid for one item. Each of you has a card in your hand. Please come out temporarily. We will complete the statistics within ten seconds."

Not long after, the number was counted, and there were less than twenty people who were willing to buy Feng Tianxing's paintings.

Seeing this, Mr. Jing screamed.

"I just said, I will definitely win this competition, that kid must kneel and kowtow to me before I can do this."

"By the way, who of you saw that kid?"

Mr. Jing was at the front of the trading field, in front of him, but he didn't see Feng Tianxing, and he didn't see anyone else in the whole auction.

Suddenly there was a bad feeling in my heart.

"Oops, this kid didn't run away, did he?"

Just as Mr. Jing's speculation was getting stronger, the gallery owner came to his side and asked in a low voice.

"Do you know the background of the person who competed with you this time?"

Mr. Jing dismissed it.

"Where do I know who he is from? I just pointed at my paintings when I came up. Who gave him face?"

The gallery owner pondered for a moment, and kindly reminded him.

"I advise you to pay more attention to your words and deeds, and don't do too much. It's good for everyone."

Mr. Jing agreed rather perfunctorily.

Little did he know, when he was snarling, the gallery owner had already lowered his head.

Just now, someone took out a terrifying number of spiritual mines, and even took out a map of the location of the mine veins.

It marked three mineable veins, and this person instantly became an honored guest of Tingfengzhuyun Pavilion, and this honored guest didn't care about such a big deal at all, but came straight to this auction meeting.

When the gallery owner learned about this, he personally persuaded that this place is just a gamble between two people, the price is not fair, and there is an orthodox auction being held on the other side.

But that person didn't pay any attention at all, and came here to watch the show.

Up to now, no matter what the gallery owner thinks, he can only contact Feng Tianxing.

I came here specially to explain to Mr. Jing, just to make him restrain himself.

After all, Mr. Jing supported most of the art exhibition over there.

In this environment where the doomsday is reappearing and there is a lack of competitors, pornography is the only way to be more competitive.

What are more advanced paintings? They don't have the energy to devote themselves to things other than survival.

Although the Renaissance is important, as far as the bottom is concerned, it still needs a little time to breed enough people.

The gallery owner doesn't want to cut off this source of income too early, and the art exhibition still needs someone like Mr. Jing to support it for a while.

The obligation to remind has been fulfilled, but the rest has nothing to do with the gallery owner.

If Mr. Jing wanted to die, he would not be able to help. After all, the cooperation order this time was signed by the Pavilion Master himself.

That distinguished guest still has a distinguished guest nameplate in his hand, and he can take away any goods in Tingfeng Yuyun Pavilion on credit.

"I still have something to do here, so I'll go first."

The gallery owner left straight away, because just now, his subordinates told him through voice transmission that the distinguished guests were in the VIP room at the back.

Naturally, he had to meet a person of this status in person in order to show his sincerity.

...

The auction is still going on, and Mr. Jing's paintings are still very marketable, avoiding the copper knife with the lowest value.

Copper knives, silver knives, gold knives, and spirit stones are the currency system established by Fengming, and the ratio of each exchange is one hundred.

"Thirty silver knives, Mr. Jing's painting is not bad, I want it."

"I will offer you thirty-five silver knives."

"forty!"

...

Bidding sounds are endless, such a painting is an excellent choice whether it is to take home for appreciation or to decorate the facade.

After bidding for half a quarter, it was won by a wealthy businessman at the price of 1 gold knife.

Mr. Jing nodded in satisfaction.

"It's not bad, it's not in vain for me to waste so much effort to draw it."

"It's a pity that I can't find that kid. I really look forward to the expression on his face."

The two dogs beside him also said.

"Mr. Jing, you are sure to win this time. The price of a gold knife is already the best among the paintings, and it only took such a short time."

"Isn't it? Young Master Jing has to be strong to win this time."

"It's started, that kid's painting is going to be auctioned, and it's time to laugh at it!"

Just when everyone was wondering, another person suddenly walked in from outside.

All the people present looked at him one after another. Immediately, countless people got up and gave up their seats.

Gusu Zen. The most famous strongman in the city, the representative of the power who can not bow to anyone, even the Gongsun family dare not have any criticism against him.

The most rare thing is that Gusu Zen is kind to people, not a high-ranking type.

As long as we talk to him, there may be opportunities and other benefits in the future.

Mr. Jing also stood up, expressing his position.

Obviously, only people like Gusu Chan are the nobles of Mr. Jing.

Only he can have enough terrifying financial resources to support hobbies like pillars.

Gusu Chan looked at the auctioneer.

"Excuse me, is the auction over yet? Can anyone bid for the painting I like?"

The auctioneer quickly responded.

"One pair has already been auctioned, and the second one is being auctioned."

"The rules of this auction need to be explained to you first. You can only bid for one of the two paintings, and the one we priced higher has already been sold."

Gusu Chan looked at the painting that was put away, then looked away, glanced at another painting, and narrowed his pupils slightly.

"It's okay, I'll just find a place to look around."

Amidst the puzzled eyes of the crowd, Gusu Chan entered his seat, his actions today were obviously somewhat magical.

A martial artist, and the most famous martial artist in the neighborhood, suddenly became interested in paintings, which made it hard to understand.

Just as Gusu Chan sat down, another fat man panted heavily and pushed open the door.

Not caring about wiping the sweat off his forehead, he hurriedly yelled.

"Add another one to the auction!"

"You... you are so unkind, huh, you actually took advantage of me to go out of the city... to auction such a precious thing!"

The auctioneer quickly shook his head and explained.

"The incident happened suddenly, so I invite Mr. Lin He to take a seat. I have prepared some tea for you. Please rest for a while."

Lin He waved his hand.

"I won't drink the tea, where is the bidding?"

As Lin He took his seat, the expressions of everyone present became subtle.

Obviously, they did not expect such a huge change in this auction.