Chapter 68 [018] Not to Help, but to Harm You

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Finally, we waited for the finale of the auction - the Han Dynasty three-legged phoenix-headed jade incense burner.

Everyone looked forward to it, even if they couldn't auction it, it would be exciting and feasting to witness the auction process of this treasure.

The auctioneer announced the starting price of 2 million, and each increase was in units of 100,000. Many people who were on the sidelines took a breath.

"Two million!" Yang Jianming was the first to grab the price, and looked around at the people present with a certain look, saying that he, the son of the secretary of the municipal party committee, liked this jade incense burner, and those who knew the appearance should not snatch it from him.

Most of the people who want to survive in City A are knowledgeable and do not bid, but those who come from other places can't care about him so much, not to mention, the people who can kick tens of thousands of people into this auction are themselves He has a solid background.

"Two million and two hundred thousand." Murong Yuqing held a sign to bid. He runs a jade shop. This phoenix-headed jade incense burner can be used as a treasure in the town shop, and naturally he doesn't want to miss it.

Yang Jianming was very unhappy when he saw him robbing him, but there was nothing he could do. His father once warned him that there was a person in City A who could not move casually, and that was Murong Yuqing. Although he seemed to have made his fortune from a gambling stone, his background was not so It's simple, with a hole card that he can't fathom.

"2.3 million!" Yang Jianming continued to bid.

Murong Yunqing also kept chasing the price, and finally the bid reached 5 million. The other bidders backed down, leaving only him and Yang Jianming.

Yang Jianming began to sweat, but he was very unwilling to give up. A minister told him before that if this phoenix head jade incense burner was placed at home, it could attract the phoenix and make the women in the family become queens.

This is a great temptation for the Yang family. It will represent a higher level of official luck and go straight to the center. Even if it is not, it means that the daughter of the Yang family will become the first lady.

Therefore, he was bound to get it, but unexpectedly, he ran into someone as ignorant as Murong Yunqing.

Seeing that the price was about to exceed Yang Jianming's psychological price, Yang Zimei began to worry that this thing would be photographed by Murong Yunqing, not by Yang Jianming.

"Mr. Song, let Mr. Murong give up." She whispered to Song Xuan, and that voice happened to reach Murong Yunqing's ears.

Song Xuan looked at her a little puzzled, his relationship with Murong Yunqing was not that good yet.

Murong Yunqing turned her head slightly, just slammed into her black eyes with clear eyes, her mind swayed slightly, and she put down the auction card in her hand.

"5.1 million for the first time," the auctioneer called.

"Five and one million the second time."

"The third time for 5.1 million." The auctioneer looked happy, "Congratulations to this gentleman for successfully auctioning this precious three-legged phoenix-head jade incense burner for 5.1 million."

Finally got the auction, Yang Jianming looked happy, stood up and waved his hand vigorously, indicating his victory.

Just now, he also heard Yang Zimei calling Song Xuan to persuade Murong Yunqing to stop filming, and thought she would help him wisely.

The auction ended, and everyone dispersed with their own auction items.

Yang Zimei wanted to wait for Huo Wenhua, so she let Song Xuan go first and stay for a while.

Murong Yunqing came over, looking at her with narrow phoenix eyes, "Can you give me a reason?"

The corners of Yang Zimei's lips twitched, and he smiled lightly: "The reason is, it's not good for you!"

"Why?" Murong Yunqing always felt that the faint smile on the corner of her lips was a bit unpredictable, as if she was holding some kind of incomprehensible secret, which made people eager to reveal it.

Yang Zimei smiled but didn't answer. At this time, Huo Wenhua, who had finished greeting others politely, came over and said in a humble tone, "Little Master, I'm sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time?"

"Excuse me." Yang Zimei nodded to Murong Yunqing beside him, and left with Huo Wenhua.

little master? Murong Yunqing wondered about this title. Could it be that her level of antique identification has won the true inheritance of Song Xuan, so she is respected as a master by people like Huo Wenhua?

She told herself not to auction the jade incense burner just now. Could it be a fake?

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