Crazy Land Price
"What's the matter? The attacks of the Three Eyes and the Nether Realm seem to have weakened a bit?"
At this time, all the forces in the auction hall looked at the battle screen, and suddenly became a little puzzled, and they asked people what happened to the battlefield. After all, they were not there.
After a while, the news came, and everyone suddenly wondered:
"The ferocious beasts have appeared and are fighting against the two worlds?"
Feng Qingxue was also puzzled for a while, but then a smile appeared on her face, she looked at the auction with peace of mind, and saw Yan Qing holding up the hammer and said:
"VIP No. 76 in the hall bid 45 million, the second time, is there anyone else raising the price?"
"Is there anyone else raising the price for the third bid? If you don't bid again, the hammer will fall. If you shoot such a good project, you will win it!"
At this time, Yan Qing was a little nervous. The price was really not too high. Based on his and Di Ping's estimates, only 100 million yuan would be reasonable, but it was too far away now, and many people in the VIP room did not bid. .
Suddenly, the numbers jumped and changed, and Yan Qingkuang was about to fall. Seeing the numbers change, his eyes immediately filled with joy, and he shouted loudly:
"Okay, VIP No. 17 bid fifty million, is there a higher price!"
But the next moment, he stopped, the number was changing rapidly, 60 million, 70 million, jumped to 90 million in just a few dozen breaths, and every box was bidding.
As for No. 76, who I thought he was about to take, his face was pale, his eyes were full of anger, but his eyes were full of doubts. What are these people in the box doing? Are you kidding people?
In the third box, Qiong Yu smiled and said:
"No wonder he's not in a hurry. It turns out that there is such a trick. The Huanwuze lineage can hold Huanwuze for so many years, and there are still some trump cards!"
Yanyu said:
"No one would have thought that the swordsman would be able to exert the combat power of the False God realm, so I have no doubts about any changes in the phantom mist!"
Qiongyu looked at Yanyu with a smile flashing in her eyes and said:
"It seems that you already knew, no wonder you are willing to bet with me!"
Yanyu looked at Qiongyu with a smile on the corner of her mouth and said:
"Isn't that exactly what you want?"
Qiongyu suddenly blushed when she heard the words, and then pretended to be indifferent:
"What nonsense, who wants it, I'm giving you a chance, but unfortunately you didn't grasp it!"
Yan Yu also laughed when she heard the words:
"That's not in a hurry, the auction is not over yet, it's still early, maybe he will leave early!"
Qiongyu's expression suddenly suffocated when he heard the words, but then he pretended to be indifferent:
"Yes, I might still win!"
"One hundred million, VIP No. 9 bid one hundred million!"
At this time, Yan Qing's slightly excited voice came from the hall, and the two hurriedly stopped looking at the stage one after another. They were slightly shocked when they saw the 100 million flashes displayed on the big screen.
Qiong Yu said:
"Is the Four Elephant Palace going to stand up to Di Ping? You actually offered 100 million amethyst to buy a plot of land?"
Yan Yu smiled and said:
"The Four Elephants Palace is very smart. Although this 100 million amethyst is expensive, it must be worth the money!"
Qiongyu still can't believe it. This is just a plot of land. A manor hotel has to be built, and it will cost a huge amount of money. It will cost a huge amount of money for all kinds of supporting protection formations. This plot accounts for 100 million yuan. Funds, the overall cost will be higher, can you earn it back?
"110 million, VIP No. 8 bid 110 million!"
At this time, Yan Qing's excited voice sounded again, and it exceeded 100 million, which was beyond her expectations.
At this time, Di Ping, who was sitting in the box, looked calm. Now 100 million is not enough to alarm him. Now his system has exceeded 100 billion, and the huge capital gives him enough confidence to face the crisis. .
"One hundred and twenty million, VIP No. 9 bid again, VIP No. 8 still wants to follow!"
Yan Qing's voice excitedly sang promise, with encouragement in his tone.
At this time, a voice came from among the eighth guests:
"Brother Li Yan, I will let you give you the Four Elephants Palace, and I will withdraw from the Raging Flame Sect!"
"Haha! Then thank you Brother Ziyang!"
And the hearty voice of Li Yan came from the VIP Hall No. 9.
Yan Qing was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and the two cases did not fight, but then she regained her mind, and it was beyond his expectations to be able to shoot 120 million. She raised her hammer and sang:
"....The third bid....Okay, congratulations to the No. 9 VIP for winning the lottery, the winning price is 120 million!"
Snapped!
The hammer fell, applause broke out in the auction hall, and the first small climax came.
Yan Qing waved her hand, the picture changed, a new plot appeared, she smiled and said:
"Now we are bidding for the second plot. This plot is a commercial project and a training ground. It covers an area of 20,000 mu and has a starting price of 20 billion!"
There was a sudden sensation in each box. Cultivators are a project that competes for money in any city. As long as they are built, the money will be rolling in. Although there are government-run training grounds in Huanwu City, they are only a few and cannot satisfy more and more people. Cultivators are building according to their needs.
As long as this project is won, it is almost guaranteed to make money. As long as there is traffic, the training field will not lose money. Therefore, this will be a fierce competition.
It's just that as soon as the numbers came out, the plot didn't jump up as quickly as before, and the hall was instantly chaotic. Everyone looked suspiciously at the box upstairs. Even Yan Qing's expression changed and he looked at box number 1.
At this time, in the No. 1 box, Di Ping looked at the screen with a puzzled expression.
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