The best feng shui master

Chapter 75
800 million!

Sky price!

Han Wenxueyu covered her small cherry mouth with her hand, her face was full of unbelievable and unimaginable.

The fat on Fatty Wu's body began to dance belly dance again, trembling as disgustingly as disgusting.

Chen Yi was not much better, his eyes almost popped out, this stingy guy and miser, in this life, the sum of money is not 800 million!

Bai Zongliang was furious, his eyes fixed on the cursive paper, he was extremely unwilling.

If this pair of Zhang Xu's "Four Posts of Ancient Poems" came into his hands, he would have the confidence to sell it for 500 million yuan, but the funds he could use had reached the limit, and he was unable to compete with Liu Changchun any longer.

"Boy, are you satisfied with this price?"

A few minutes later, no one raised the price, Liu Changchun said angrily.

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Yi, who was shocked that his jaw dropped, came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "Satisfied, satisfied, of course satisfied, but it's just costing the old man again. Look at me doing bad things with good intentions, it's too unreasonable."

It's a pity that there are no sticks, hammers or other lethal weapons here, otherwise the big guy would have to beat this good-looking bastard out of hemiplegia.

"Why don't you give me a few million dollars cheaper?"

Liu Changchun teased.

"Don't, don't, isn't that not giving your old man face? You said it just now, it's not short of 100 million or 200 million, and the five or six million is not much higher, isn't it? Besides, it will be spread later, your old man is 600 million It is also a good story to win Zhang Xu's "Four Posts of Ancient Poems" over all other heroes, and I can't make trouble for you."

Chen Yi's broken mouth was almost full of words, but going around was a purpose.

If you want to be cheap, there are no doors!
"Come on, you kid, don't give me nonsense, give me the bank account number quickly, or I will regret it later, don't cry and beg me."

Liu Changchun resentfully drank the rest of the tea in the teacup, and spit out a mouthful of tea dregs with a "poof", he was really annoyed by this guy.

"Okay, here you go, the card number is..."

Chen Yi's memory is very good, especially for his several bank cards, he has memorized them by heart, so he quickly reported the card number to the old man.

A middle-aged man in a black suit behind Liu Changchun had already put an open notebook in front of him, and transferred the 800 million to Chen Yi on the spot.

After transferring the money, he glared at Chen Yi and said, "Boy, if you meet something good in the future, you must remember the old man, and don't forget it in a blink of an eye."

Chen Yidao: "Sure, sure, I will think of you if there are good things, so don't worry!"

The auction continued, but after this climax, these people couldn't lift their spirits up, as if they were still immersed in the shock just now.

Only Bai Zongliang held back his strength, the money seemed to be blown down by a strong wind, and he desperately collected things. In the eyes of Fatty Wu and Li Xiangchun, the prices of many things have far exceeded the market price. I don’t know what he will do after taking them away. let handle.

Anyway, this kid is showing something strange.

It seemed as if all the good things were going to be sold out here tonight. Not long after, a slightly honest middle-aged man brought out a few things from the early Ming Dynasty, and everyone here fell into chaos again.

This person is the one who sold that ancient mirror to Fatty Wu.

Chen Yi could also see the strong Yin Qi from the objects he brought.

He brought three things, a blue and white porcelain vase, a heliotrope carved boy descending the mountain, and a broken sword.

Compared with these three items, the ancient mirror he sold to Fatty Wu was simply rubbish.

At that time, Fatty Wu bought the ancient mirror for less than 1 yuan, but now each of these three items has been photographed for more than 300 million yuan.

The blue-and-white porcelain vase and the chicken-blood stone carving boy descending the mountain are all the best among antiques, and the broken sword is also of great origin. According to Liu Xiangchun's conclusion, it should be a gift from Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

In the end, Bai Zongliang bought the blue and white porcelain vase and chicken-blood stone carving boy down the mountain at a price of 300 million and 470 million, while Chen Yi bought the broken sword at a high price of 750 million.

The purpose of his coming here was to find the magic weapon, and getting Zhang Xu's crazy grass was purely accidental.

Thanks to this accident, otherwise Chen Yi would not be able to buy this broken sword after selling all his blood.

The broken sword is not only surrounded by yin energy, but also has an extremely fierce murderous aura on it.

The white tiger is gold, and the master kills it.

And this murderous broken sword is just the best material for making the magic weapon white tiger.

Chen Yi's trip can be said to be full of rewards. Not only did he get a magic weapon, but he also got more than 1000 million windfalls.

With this 1000 million, he can ensure that the orphanage will have a worry-free life in the next ten years, and Li Haoran will no longer have to go to the municipal committee to break his leg and get no money.

As long as Fang Yixuan doesn't play any tricks and honestly builds the orphanage's new house, then the orphanage's difficulties can be said to be solved perfectly.

As for Bai Zongliang, Chen Yi observed him all night, and he was sure that this kid would not finish his calculations like this.

But until the end of the exchange meeting, Bai Zongliang did not do anything.

Moreover, Chen Yi and the others had no obstacles along the way, and they returned home smoothly.

This made Chen Yi very puzzled, he didn't think he could defeat this kid with a single slap.

The Bai family in Quancheng.

Bai Zongliang stood there upright, looking gloomy at his calm elder brother, Bai Zongming.

At this time, there was still burning pain on his face, and he endured it all night.

Don't look at those people in the room who are respectful to me on weekdays, but something really happened, no one can't laugh at me.

He was slapped and slapped away by Chen Yi, and reprimanded by Liu Changchun like a dog, he still swallowed his anger and sat there as if nothing happened.

This is more uncomfortable than killing him with one knife!
Every time he looked at him, he felt as if someone had slapped him again, which was more painful than Chen Yi's.

He could imagine how gloating those people would be. He must have looked like a clown at that time.

"Liangzi, forget about this matter!"

"Give me a reason."

Bai Zongliang seldom asked his elder brother for anything, and occasionally asked him once in a while, no matter how troublesome he was, he would help him.

But what happened this time, the eldest brother actually let himself forget it?
He can't figure it out!
Bai Zongming pondered for a while, "You should know that the Feng family is in the real estate industry, right?"

"The Feng family?" Bai Zongliang disdainfully said, "Didn't the Feng family collapse a few days ago? Could it be that this kid has something to do with the Feng family?"

"Yes, there is something to do with it!"

"Hmph, so what, a tiger who died of illness is worse than a cat, and their Feng family is too busy to take care of themselves, do they still have time to care about these things?"

"When I said that he was related to the Feng family, I meant that he was the chief culprit for the downfall of the Feng family."

Bai Zongliang was shocked when he heard this.

The Fang family's affairs had been a turmoil a few days ago, and he had also heard some rumors that the Fang family seemed to have kidnapped several women for some ceremony, and just when it was about to succeed, a killing god appeared, Using a compound bow to massacre 14 people overnight made the Feng family fall short and uprooted them.

The god of killing who killed 14 people was later saved by the leadership of the provincial government and was not sanctioned at all.

Could it be that Chen Yi is the killing god?
Bai Zongliang recalled his forceful slap, and shivered involuntarily.

14 people have been killed, and you still care about yourself?
(End of this chapter)