The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 117 Mr. Bole
"I'll go, that person is too flattering to shoot, how can it be worth 1000 million?"

"Yes, 1000 million, a project may not have so much money."

"If Goddess Mu is a senior executive of Songhua Group, it would still be worth spending 1000 million, but she is not." Some bosses whispered with their heads bowed.

Everyone turned their heads and looked behind, and found that the bidder was an old man in his fifties, wearing a big cap, making his face hard to see.

Director Sun woke up suddenly, as if beaten with chicken blood: "Someone asked for 1000 million yuan, is there anyone else asking for a price?"

Some bosses shook their heads while looking at Director Sun: "Oh, Director Sun is crazy about money."

"That's right, what's the value of buying that black and not autumnal thing for 1000 million? This flattery is big enough."

"That's right, Director Sun is still thinking about asking others to raise the price. Does he still want someone else to bid for 2000 million?"

Director Sun on the stage didn't care about other people's ridicule. This time their task was several million, and now the old man suddenly asked for 1000 million, which is worth it.

Mu Fanxuan turned to look at Dai Ting: "Dai Ting, the entrustment you asked for is too outrageous, asking such a high price all of a sudden."

1000 million, how is it possible?
"Mr. Mu, I didn't ask for that person." Dai Ting wept.

"What? You didn't invite it? Then continue asking for the price." Mu Fanxuan said.

"Ah, Mr. Mu, do you really want to shoot?" Dai Ting felt that her brain was not enough, but just after she finished speaking, she saw Mu Fanxuan glaring at her angrily, so she had to continue sending messages there.

Soon, someone called "[-]".

The cap-blocking old man shouted, "One hundred million."

"What? One hundred million?" Everyone couldn't believe it.

If you know [-] million, you can build a group company.

A year ago, the Mu's Group had an industry of about [-] million.

Director Sun pinched his thigh desperately, really can't believe it, [-] million, isn't this a dream?
Dai Ting had a bitter face: "Mr. Mu, he offered [-] million yuan, and we have no way to follow."

Now even if Mu's Group expands production, with the help of Songhua Group, it will cost [-] billion.

It's really worthless to spend [-] million to buy that black thing, they can't afford it.

"You really want to spend [-] million to buy it back?" Mo Huasong looked at Mu Fanxuan with interest. He was very angry when he saw her selling the magic weapon he gave him just now, and thought about leaving her alone.

But now that she was desperate to spend a lot of money to buy back the magic weapon, he wasn't so angry anymore.

"Well, I must buy it back." Mu Fanxuan nodded, making up her mind. "Dai Ting, continue."

She didn't know why, but now that Mo Huasong was sitting next to her, she felt that the world was at peace, and she didn't have to worry about anything, as long as she got his things back.

"Okay." Dai Ting sent a message with her mobile phone helplessly.

Crazy, Mr. Mu is going crazy, actually spent [-] million to buy that worthless thing.

Soon, the trustee reported another 100 million, which surprised everyone.

But what surprised everyone even more was that the old man who blocked the cap shouted: "One billion."

"What? Sir, are you joking?" Director Sun was afraid that the old man was here to make trouble, so he anxiously wanted to confirm the identity of the other party.

A middle-aged man next to the cap-capped old man stood up and said, "I assure him, it's not a joke."

"Huh? Isn't that President Tu of Hualong Group? He has a net worth of 100 billion, and he can guarantee that there will be no fakes." Someone explained loudly.

The old man snorted coldly, and slowly took off the cap on his head. "I don't know if anyone here knows me?"

Director Sun trembled when he saw the old man, and screamed, "You, are you Mr. Bole?"

"Even if you have foresight, is my name worth a billion?" The old man named Mr. Bole asked with squinting eyes.

"It's worth it, even if it's 100 billion, it's worth it." Director Sun hurriedly apologized.

Mo Huasong asked Mu Fanxuan in a low voice: "Who is that Mr. Bole?"

"I heard that he is from the world of martial arts, and his status is very high. Mr. Bole specializes in the study of precious jades. As long as he has seen the treasures, he has never misjudged him." Mu Fanxuan replied in a low voice.

"Mr. Mu, there is no other way now. They offer a price of one billion. Selling our group is not worth the price." Dai Ting said with a bitter face.

Mu Fanxuan looked at Mo Huasong in embarrassment: "I didn't know it would be like this. I will work hard to make money in the future, and I must buy that thing back."

"Ah, Mr. Mu, that's one billion." Dai Ting felt that Mr. Mu was acting weird today, as if he was speaking without thinking, and was too impulsive.

Mo Huasong asked Mu Fanxuan, "Do you really want that thing?"

"Well, then, that was the first thing you gave me, and I want to keep it." Mu Fanxuan blushed, and did not dare to look down at Mo Huasong.

To say it outright in front of him was really embarrassing to her.

At the same time, Mu Fanxuan wondered, "Why is that black thing worth a billion?"

Without waiting for Mo Huasong to answer, Director Sun also asked Mr. Bole: "Mr. Bole, there is no one bidding now. Can you tell me why this black thing is worth so much money?"

Seeing that the thing belonged to him, Mr. Bole smiled and said, "Actually, you don't quite understand that it belonged to Baiyu."

Director Sun was even more surprised: "No way, isn't the expensive and white jade very white? Why is this thing black?"

"That's right, Mr. Bole, did you miss the point this time?" Some bosses questioned.

Mr. Bole scolded angrily: "What do you know? This was originally a white jade worth 1000 million. After being refined by a master, it became a defensive magic weapon."

Mr. Bole walked to the stage, took a special magnifying glass and looked carefully at the defensive magic weapon.

After a long while, Mr. Bole nodded happily and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a defensive magic weapon."

"Defensive magic weapon? Mr. Bole, are you talking too mysteriously, as if you are making a movie?" Some people didn't believe it.

"You don't understand this. Although those Dao talismans are a bit simple, they can at least help the master resist an accident. This is very rare, and it is equivalent to saving your life once." Mr. Bole said.

Mo Huasong looked at Mr. Bole a little strangely. It seemed that this old man had some strength, and it was not for nothing.

"You, that black thing of yours is really a defensive magic weapon? It's worth a billion?" Mu Fanxuan looked at Mo Huasong in surprise.

At first, she thought that Mo Huasong didn't care about her, so he only gave her a street stall with a few dollars.

I didn't expect to hear from Mr. Bole that even the unprocessed and white jade are worth 1000 million yuan. After reprocessing, it can save the owner's life. That's amazing.

This thing may not be affordable by ordinary people, but rich people want such good things.

For rich people, a billion is nothing, and their own lives are important.

"I don't know how much it's worth, but it's really a magic weapon that can save you once." Mo Huasong glared at Mu Fanxuan angrily: "I didn't expect you to sell it."

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