Chapter 221 Take the Photo

"Two hundred and one thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Mo Qingkuang's offer stunned everyone. This gentleman had always been rich and powerful before, why did he suddenly become restrained?

Is it because he doesn't have enough money? Or does he think that this ambergris is overpriced and not worth it?

Niao Niao also hesitated before reporting: "VIP No. 108 bids two hundred and one thousand. Is there a higher price?"

Lin Yang was a little happy when he heard it. Maybe it's really because of insufficient money?

He shouted quickly: "Two hundred and two thousand!"

If the money is really insufficient, then he will increase it by ten thousand at a time, which will overwhelm the other party in terms of momentum and force the other party to choose to give up in advance.

"VIP No. 857 bids two hundred and two thousand!"

A new sponsor appeared, and Niao Niao's voice seemed much more real than when she reported Mo Qingkuang's offer before.

Mo Qingkuang in the private room smiled coldly: "Two hundred and two thousand and one thousand."

Lin Yang was not surprised. Since the other party still wanted to fight again, he would give him a hard blow.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

His offer frightened many guests who wanted to try again, and they swallowed the offer on their lips.

The VIP No. 857 in the hall might be a nouveau riche.

Two hundred and fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones for a dragon beard grass, which is already 25% overpriced, and many people can no longer accept it.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones! VIP No. 857 bids two hundred and fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones!" Niao Niao's excited voice was a little bit unable to hide the joy.

And Mo Qingkuang's smile was even bigger. Want to suddenly raise the price to scare me away? Do you really think I have no money?

Lin Yang, when this young master was spending money like water at the auction house in Tiannan City, you were still being bullied in the family! Play with me? This is all left over from my play!

I'm disgusting to death with you!

"Quote, two hundred and fifty thousand and one thousand."

Hearing Mo Qingkuang's second offer, everyone looked a little strange.

Isn't this disgusting?

If everyone thought that VIP No. 108 might have lowered the bid because of insufficient funds.

But now VIP No. 857 has raised the price by 30,000, which means he wants to persuade you to quit. You still add 1,000. Aren't you just disgusting him?

Lin Yang is not a fool. He understood immediately that VIP No. 108 was not out of money, but just wanted to disgust him.

"Teacher, what should I do? Should we still bid?" Lin Yang asked in his heart.

His entire net worth is only over 300,000. He feels that even if he bids 300,000, the other party may respond with 300,000 and 1,000.

Medicine Saint is a little puzzled. The other party is deliberately disgusting Lin Yang, but does Lin Yang have any enemies in the Blue Flame Empire?

During this period, Lin Yang has been in and out of the depths. Not only has he established a large network of relationships through his identity as a pharmacist, but he has also sold a lot of good things.

It stands to reason that there should be no enemies.

Then there are only two possibilities. Either the people from Tianxuan recognized Lin Yang.

But the probability is very small.

Or maybe the one in No. 108 is just a playboy, rich and powerful, who just treats disgusting people as fun.

After a moment of silence, the Medicine Saint said: "Keep shouting, even if you can't take the picture, you have to make that kid pay more money!"

"If it doesn't work, you can only resort to extraordinary means."

Lin Yang nodded and looked coldly at the private room where No. 108 was upstairs. If that's the case, then you can't blame me!

Deliberately pretending to be angry, Lin Yang shouted: "300,000 low-grade spirit stones!"

When Mo Qingkuang knew that No. 857 was Lin Yang, he stood by the magic mirror and stared at Lin Yang's position.

At this moment, Lin Yang was casting a cold gaze over. Although his face was disguised to a certain extent, Mo Qingkuang was sure that it was Lin Yang.

Through the magic mirror, Mo Qingkuang looked at the pair of cold eyes, and the smile on his mouth gradually became more cruel: "300,000 and one thousand."

Lin Yang, do you want to deliberately make me spend more money? Okay, I'll do as you wish! As long as you can't get it, I'll spend one million!

Hearing the successive offers from Lin Yang and Mo Qingkuang, everyone understood that the two were really fighting, and maybe this ambergris would be auctioned at a sky-high price today!

But just as they were waiting to see the excitement, Lin Yang suddenly snorted coldly: "Damn! He's stupid and has a lot of money, I don't want it!"

Lin Yang's sudden abandonment was somewhat unexpected to everyone. They didn't expect that the VIP No. 857 could actually bear this breath and stop at the brink.

It seems that he still has some rationality. A ambergris with a market price of only 200,000 was forcibly called up to 300,000, which is already a very outrageous price.

"VIP No. 108 bids 300,000 and 1,000. Does anyone have a higher bid?"

"300,000 and 1,000 once!"

"300,000 and 1,000 twice!"

"Any more?"

"300,000 and 1,000 three times! Deal! Let us congratulate VIP No. 108!"

Seeing Lin Yang give up, Niao Niao was a little disappointed, but more satisfied. The price of 300,000 was far beyond her expectations.

In the end, the ambergris fell into Mo Qingkuang's hands. The auction house staff came on stage to take the ambergris away and sent it from the backstage to Mo Qingkuang's private room to complete the transaction.

Niao Niao indicated to bid another item, a treasure-level sword.

Neither Mo Qingkuang nor Lin Yang had any interest, so they let others compete.

The people at the auction house moved quickly. After a while, someone knocked on the door of Mo Qingkuang's private room.

A middle-aged man dressed in formal clothes came to Mo Qingkuang's private room with two men holding a transparent container of ambergris.

"Hello, sir. I am Huo Qun, the manager of Chiyan Auction House. This is the ambergris you bought, worth 300,000 and 1000 low-grade spirit stones." The middle-aged man said to Mo Qingkuang with a smile.

This transaction with a large premium made the auction house a lot of money.

There are generally two modes for auction houses to make profits. One of them is that the seller consigns his own items to the auction house, and the auction house takes a commission of 5 to 8 percent from the final transaction price.

The other is that the seller directly quotes the price. If the auction house appraises the price appropriately, it will buy the item in hand and auction it by itself. After the transaction, all the income will belong to the auction house.

And this ambergris belongs to the latter.

The auction house bought it at a price 10,000 lower-grade spirit stones higher than the market price, and now it has been sold for 300,000 and 1,000, making a net profit of 91,000.

Huo Qun looked at Mo Qingkuang as if he was looking at a cash cow.

Mo Qingkuang casually took out 310,000 lower-grade spirit stones from the Xumi ring and piled them up into a small mountain in the private room: "Here are 310,000, and the extra ones are yours for the trip."

"Oh, thank you for your generosity!" Huo Qun smiled brightly, and his fingers twisted quickly, easily separating a thousand from the mountain of spirit stones.

Mo Qingkuang glanced at it and was a little surprised. Not more, not less, exactly a thousand! This Huo Qun is a bit interesting.

Then he casually put the ambergris into his Xumi ring.

He is not an alchemist, and he has no research on medicine. He took the dragon beard grass just to prevent Lin Yang from getting it.