Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 399 Great Injustice

Lu Mingfei discovered this problem when he was looking at the product catalogue. The auctions this time were indeed as Uncle De said. Even he could see that these auctions were not high-quality goods. The price of the auction was ridiculously high, and the group of guys below increased the price as if they were desperate.

Seeing this, Ender took the opportunity to tell a story:
"About two or three years ago, at an auction in Europe, an executive of the Secret Party bought an alcohol blowtorch with his own funds," Ander touched his chin and said to Lu Mingfei: " But that thing is not an alcohol blowtorch at all, but a dragon-slaying mist created by a nineteenth-century alchemist, which can emit a 20-meter-long pillar of fire with a large amount of mercury mist."

"The price of an alchemy weapon is at least based on millions, and those unique treasures can be worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions." Ender looked at the fanatical mixed races below: "And these people, all I want to imitate the things of the past and come to pick up the leaks."

"The unknown abstract painter died in the hands of a dead waiter. According to rumors, he had a collection of ancient documents related to the dragon race, perhaps hidden in that huge canvas; the bottle of the Qing Dynasty was the world of the past. It was privately cast by the members of the society, and it may record the ancient Chinese art of refining..."

With a smirk, Ander added a gripping story to each lot, which made Lu Mingfei dumbfounded, and now he finally understood why the prices of these lots were so inflated.

"Uncle De, these rumors..."

"Of course it was all released by the secret party," Ander spread his hands, leaning on the back of the chair behind him, and said leisurely: "Otherwise, how could we deceive this group of wronged people."

"Then I'm here..." Lu Mingfei took out the black card in his hand and rubbed it. The frosted surface on it feels good to the touch, but Lu Mingfei was not in a good mood.

"You're here to be a trustee. This is Chicago, so close to Cassel College. You don't think this auction has anything to do with the Secret Party, do you?" Ander pushed Lu Mingfei's outstretched hand back: "I said, you have to spend the 5000 million. Now you can just treat yourself like a prodigal like Caesar. The more nonsense the more expensive things will be."

"This...why." Lu Mingfei lowered his head, suddenly feeling a little absurd in this world.

Ender shrugged and said: "Of course it is to use the waste after the operation is over. Now that the academy is preparing for the war, it also needs to open source. With you as the trustee, we can get more money in this kind of auction next time." money."

Ender collapsed on the seat, but he thought of that boring guy in Angers. In fact, this kind of auction was gradually promoted by him. Whether it was the rumor of the dragon's breath blowtorch or contacting various North American families, it was all this boring The guys figured it out a little bit.

"That guy in Angers is really idle, but that's okay, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor." Ender muttered. These mixed-race farmers from the United States have been cultivating here for many years, and the family wealth does not know how to spend it. Give them a push from the party, and it's not bad to be a happy black sheep before the end comes.

As for the fanatical mixed race below thinking so, that's their business.

On the other side, after Lu Mingfei knew that he was a trustee, he completely let go of his hands and feet, letting the people below know what a prodigal son is. A jade plug, the bid is 500 million, an ordinary ceramic bowl, the bid is 100 million, The money was spent like flowing water, which also made the mixed races below even more fanatical.

Ander's disguised identity is a Chinese alchemist. In the eyes of this group of American mixed-races, the Lu family can be regarded as an ancient family with a deep foundation. Because of this, the mixed-races below believe in Lu Mingfei's vision, and even appear There were several times when Lu Mingfei's fancy lot was snatched away.

"Look, the fish is completely hooked. It should be one of the thirteen families in North America. I remember it's called White or Brown." Ander introduced the mixed race below to Lu Mingfei: "Their family seems to be from the A distillery that makes pretty good whiskey."

Unhappy mixed-race businessmen, remote farmers, and craftsmen who love to make guns and blacksmiths. There are many kinds of mixed-races here. They look bright and beautiful, but behind them is a gradually declining power.

The secret party has too much influence in North America, making it difficult for these natives to adapt.

But this kind of thing can only be called karmic reincarnation, and it has been tried and tested. The original owner of this land is still staying in the reserved land.

At this moment, a huge black hard-shell box was pushed up by the auctioneer's assistant with a cart. The auctioneer pressed the lid of the box with his white-gloved hand, looked around the venue, and after satisfying the appetite of the people below, Then he opened his mouth and said:
"This is an extraordinary lot. He is very beautiful, but unfortunately we don't know his age, and we can't give a suitable starting price. With the seller's permission, this will be our rare auction with zero starting price. Every time the price increases The price can be one dollar." The auctioneer raised a finger: "It's a rare opportunity, it's only one dollar."

After finishing speaking, he slowly lifted the lid of the box and said in a seductive voice, "Mythical weapon...a combination of alchemy swords."

Seven swords of different shapes were stored in a box, well preserved, as sharp as if they had just been taken off a grinder, and the auctioneer talked endlessly about how sharp these seven swords were, cutting gold and jade, cutting iron with nails , as if bragging about a monomolecular knife in science fiction.

"The seller chose a nice name for this set of swords, Seven Deadly Sins!" The auctioneer looked around and shouted to the people below: "Everyone, it's time to start the auction."

Ender looked at the lot below, and rang the bell at hand. A somewhat puffy middle-aged man walked in sweating profusely. Ender asked, "Why hasn't this item been reported?"

The middle-aged man bowed very low, rubbing his hands uneasily, and when he heard what An De said, he immediately replied: "This set of lot was just delivered this morning, and the appraiser thinks it's just a fake by some alchemist." products, plus the time is relatively urgent, so there is no..."

"Where is that seller?" Ender frowned and then relaxed. He knew the value of the sword below, but he didn't expect it to appear here. The middle-aged person in charge pointed to another box and said, "The seller right there."

Ender looked in the direction of his finger, and there was a woman in a black robe sitting in the dark box. The thick burqa covered her body, but the turbulent waves that could not be concealed had already exposed her identity.

Down below, the wronged people who came to participate in the auction were still hesitating. This batch of swords looked too new. Seeing this, Ender raised a placard and shouted: "1000 million!"

There was an uproar below, and at this moment, the woman in black robe raised a placard and shouted, "2000 million!"

"3000 million!"

"4000 million!"

"5000 million!"

"6000 million!"

The price climbed up at the speed of a rocket, and when the woman called out a sky-high price of 6000 million, and everyone thought that Ender would continue to overtime, Ender stopped. He put away the sign with a smirk, and said to the woman in black said:

"Since you want it so much, it's yours."

(End of this chapter)