All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 15, offer sky-high prices

The auctioneer introduced the situation of the item and quoted the price: "The starting price is [-] euros, and each increase must not be less than [-] euros."

After a few seconds of silence in the auction room, a white man raised his sign.

"The gentleman offered five thousand euros."

Chen Hao, who sat at the back, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that if no one bought it, the auction would fail.

If it cannot be sold this time, the auction house will transport the knife to Asia for sale, which will take more time.

Chen Hao waited for the money with empty pockets, but he couldn't wait that long.

Soon something that pleased him happened, and someone raised the price again.

"This gentleman offered [-] Euros. Is there any higher price?"

Watanabe Taro thought that no one would buy it, and he wanted Kun Yikun, so he had to hold up his sign when he saw someone bidding.

Not to mention the historical significance value.

A saber made by a famous craftsman is enough to sell for tens of thousands of dollars in a country where the spirit of bushido depends.

Including the value of historical significance, it is enough to sell for [-] US dollars, and it may be able to sell for a higher price if you meet a suitable collector.

Of course, until then the knife should belong to him, in his personal museum.

The white man who raised the placard just now shook his head slightly. He just thought the knife that the lieutenant colonel had worn was very interesting and wanted to take a picture of it.

The price increase did not meet his psychological expectations.

"The gentleman offered six thousand euros."

Zhou Hexuan raised his card resolutely, he knew that the Japanese must want this knife, and if he raised the price a few times, if he disgusted him, he would take it as revenge for his friend.

Taro Watanabe turned his head, glanced at Zhou Hexuan who was bidding, smiled and held up the sign.

"The gentleman offered six thousand five hundred euros."

"Dad, you two are bidding, why is that old man smiling at you?"

The daughter on the side asked very puzzled.

Zhou Hexuan raised his card again: "That's a Japanese disguise. On the surface, they are very respectful and polite to you, but I don't know what kind of bad water is simmering in their hearts. Maybe they are thinking about how to deal with you."

He has dealt with Japanese customers in foreign trade business, and he stabbed a knife in the back with a smile. He has heard too much.

"Oh, the Japanese really know how to pretend." The girl snorted coquettishly, expressing her disdain.

The price continued to heat up, two people hit the bar, you came and I kept raising signs, and it was quickly raised to [-] euros.

Many buyers in the venue couldn't help shaking their heads. They thought that the price had already reached the peak, and now it was purely two East Asians fighting against each other.

It has been divorced from the value of the antique itself.

It is possible to fry a sky-high price.

Listening to the rising prices, Chen Hao would be lying if he said he was not excited, the higher the price, the more he earned.

With one knife sold, he could make ten times the profit.

What's more, he still has two Zuoguan knives, both of which have been sold for a good price, which is worth the income of the past few months.

Natasha held his hand tightly, the girl's face flushed, she seemed happier than him: "Mouse, have we made a lot of money?"

"That's right, it's enough for the two of us to go out and play for a long time." When Chen Hao was happy, he couldn't control his mouth and talked nonsense.

As everyone knows, people have misunderstood...

Natasha put her arms around his shoulders, like a little girl.

"Twenty-five thousand euros!"

Watanabe Taro raised the price by [-] in one go, and when he held up the placard, he still turned to look at Zhou Hexuan with a modest smile on his face.

Do you dare to increase the price?
You have increased the price, see if I increase it or not!
If you don’t dare to join, just admit defeat obediently.

Zhou Hexuan read out three layers of meaning for an unremarkable move.

This price is already very high, and he doesn't really like it, so the price increase is very likely to fall into his own hands.

Of course, there is also a small probability that the Japanese will increase the price, allowing the Japanese to pay an extra one or two thousand euros.

Anyway, his goal had already been achieved. He had tripled the price of what he originally bought for [-] euros.

The Japanese have lost a lot of money.

Weighing the pros and cons in mind, Zhou Hexuan returned a smug smile without raising the price.

"Twenty-five thousand ohms for the second time."

The auctioneer looked over frequently, expecting that Zhou Hexuan would increase the price again, and his fighting spirit would make things as high as possible, so that he could get more commission.

However, after noticing that he had no intention, the auctioneer announced with regret:

"The third time for [-] Euros, a deal."

Watanabe Taro took the knife, but was not happy at all.The price has far exceeded the market price. If it is a business, it has already lost money.

Although this knife is very meaningful to him, the feeling of being tricked is always uncomfortable.

He whispered to the entourage next to him: "Inquire, who put this knife up for auction, I want to meet him."

A few more lots followed, including a Weiguan knife.Only [-] euros were photographed, which was still included in Taro Watanabe's pocket.

Zhou Hexuan just raised the price a little bit and stopped.He is also afraid that if the price is raised, the other party will not buy it and it will be thrown into his hands.

Of course, Zhou Hexuan himself has suffered the consequences of raising the price in the auction house.

The sapphire necklace that my daughter was looking for was also raised twice by that bastard Watanabe, which cost an extra three thousand euros.

However, he didn't care about this small amount of money. It was worth the money once he got revenge on the Japanese for venting his friend's anger.

After the auction was over, Zhou Hexuan took his daughter to the delivery procedure.

Seeing Taro Watanabe talking to an imposing young man, he stopped and listened.

Holding the knife in his hand, Watanabe Taro exclaimed: "Sakata Nobuzhe is the captain of the third regiment of the Fourth Brigade of the Japanese Imperial Army."

Chen Hao said: "That's right, this man has two skills in war, and once led a regiment to defeat two divisions of the Central Army.

But he was too arrogant, and a regiment that surrounded the Eighth Route wanted to wipe it all out, but the headquarters was killed by a single shell from the Eighth Route.

Da Zuo, Zhong Zuo, and Shao Zuo didn't run away, and achieved the prestige of a regiment of the Eighth Route Army defeating the Sakata Regiment head-on. "

Watanabe Taro was unhappy. In the story, the imperial army became a clown and was the loser.

How can this work?

I must collect this knife. The story should be that Captain Sakata returned from victory and donated the knife to the museum.

As long as history is tampered with, the failed past does not exist.

Watanabe Taro showed a kind smile: "This knife is of great commemorative value to me. Can I part with it? You can make a price, and I will never return."

Chen Hao shook his head: "This knife has special commemorative value for me, and it is not for sale."

The first crossing, the highest rank figure killed for the first time, is very commemorative.

Now that he was no longer short of money, he didn't want to sell it.

Watanabe Taro thought that the other party wanted to raise the price by making such a statement, so he offered a sky-high price: "One hundred thousand euros."

(End of this chapter)