Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 1024 Millennium Ginseng
"Wicked people still need to be tortured by wicked people. Just let this old man die of anger."

Some family elders who were familiar with Liu Sanzhen looked like they were watching a play.

Discussing from time to time, the scene is very happy.

"Old Liu, leave it to her."

Just when Liu Sanzhen was about to bid again, Zhang Fan stopped him.

"Give it to her?"

Liu Sanzhen thought that there was something wrong with her ears, and looked at Zhang Fan in a daze.

"Ok!"

Zhang Fan nodded seriously.

"Well, that's fine!"

Liu Sanzhen waved her hands helplessly, and could only sit down dejectedly.

Although Zhang Fan didn't explain the reason, Liu Sanzhen was willing to believe in his decision.

"Xiaofan, you also know that grandpa is obsessed with medical skills. If you don't touch the things recorded in the Bian Que Neijing, you will never know for a lifetime. Why do you want grandpa to give it to that person?"

It's only tens of millions, and the Liu family can't afford it.

Even if the price of hundreds of millions is called, the three companies join forces to win it, and it will not hurt at all.

"Giving it to her is just to avoid wasting money, but it doesn't mean that you can't get Bian Que's Internal Classics."

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

This is just great.

Liu Sanzhen's group, who didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Zhang Fan's gourd, were even more confused now.

You can get things without giving money.

Is there such a good thing in the world?
Of course, Zhang Fan didn't say anything, and everyone didn't ask any more questions.

And because of Liu Sanzhen's ignorance of martial ethics, the price of Bian Que's Nei Jing has exceeded 5000 million.

This number is far beyond the budget of too many families, so they have to choose to give up.

"Old man Liu gave up, how about it, should we follow?"

"It's already a sky-high price of 100 million. If you continue to increase the price, even 6000 million will be difficult to get."

"give up!"

While the major families were gloating, they had no choice but to give up.

Bian Que's Canon of Internal Medicine has nothing to do with them.

"Congratulations to the customers in the No.16 row and the No.20 seven row, who bought the Bian Que Nei Jing at a price of 100 million."

Dongling hammered three hammers to finalize the sound, and removed the Bian Que Nei Jing from the stone pillar, and a staff member sent it to the man in black.

Payment, receipt, all in one go.

However, the man in black who got the Bian Que Nei Jing once again looked at where Liu Sanzhen was.

Under the black cloak was a yin and yang face.

The left cheek is extremely delicate, like a girl next door out of a lotus, while the right cheek is as if it has been roasted by charcoal, old and wrinkled, like a ghost.

"Zhang Fan! If you kill my junior brother and take away his fortune, I will come down the mountain to take your life."

The woman's cold gaze was directed at Zhang Fan from the beginning, not Liu Sanzhen, and it is still the same at this moment.

As the person involved, Zhang Fan couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face.

"Since when have I made so many enemies?"

Zhang Fan muttered helplessly in his heart.

On the stage, the auction is still going on.

Dong Ling has already started to show the fourth item in today's auction, which is a blue and white jade statue. According to the introduction, it contains a lot of heaven and earth spiritual energy, which is of great benefit to warriors.

Even Zhang Fan felt his heart flutter at the first moment.

However, when he thought that there was a sacred stone in Baishi Village, he was unmoved.

In the end, this blue and white jade statue was only sold by a martial artist at a price of 600 million.

Then came the fifth lot, the sixth lot, the seventh lot...

Basically, the transaction price of each lot fluctuates around 500 million.

"Next is today's ninth lot, the Millennium Ginseng King!"

"This is a businessman from Western Xinjiang. He handed it over to our auction house for the King of Ginseng. There is no starting price, and the price can be increased at will."

Dong Ling smiled and raised the stone pillar slowly.

All eyes fell on the Millennium Ginseng King on the stone pillar.

The ginseng, which is half the size of a basketball, made many people's eyes straight for a while.

That is the thousand-year-old ginseng king. Whether it is medicine or soup, only a small piece is needed to have miraculous effects.

It is a treasure that can be met but not asked for.

"100 million!"

As soon as Dong Ling finished speaking, someone made an offer.

"300."

Someone immediately appended.

"700 million!"

"..."

"100 million!"

But in less than a minute, the price was raised to 1 million or more.

"300 million!"

Someone spoke up again and raised the price by another 200 million.

But this time it was none other than Uncle Chen who raised the price.

The voice just fell.

Also in the third row, another middle-aged man followed the price and said, "500 million."

The middle-aged man Zhang Fan knew was Tang Wansan, the patriarch of the Tang family.

"700 million!"

Uncle Chen did not show any weakness, and immediately offered a new price.

"900 million!"

Immediately afterwards, Tang Wansan added another 200 million to Chen Bo's.

So much so that before other people had time to increase the price, Chen Bo and Tang Wansan had already gone crazy to drive up the price.

After three rounds of confrontation, the price directly exceeded 3000 million.

"Originally Uncle Chen came here for this thing, but... this is clearly a genetically modified ginseng."

Zhang Fan murmured dumbfoundedly, then walked in front of Uncle Chen to explain.

"Fake, fake? Fake again?"

Chen Bo looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief.

Such a large plant of ginseng is placed in front of you, even if it has not been thousands of years, it should have been hundreds of years, how could it be fake?
"Uncle, this is what the master wants. Are you sure it's fake?"

Uncle Chen lowered his voice and asked.

"There is no doubt about it!"

Zhang Fan replied confidently.

From the moment the ginseng was put out, Zhang Fan had already discovered that it was fake.

Not only him, but all warriors with real strength can find out that the thousand-year-old ginseng on the stage is fake.

The real thousand-year-old ginseng was conceived by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and grown from the essence of the sun and the moon. The power contained in ginseng is extremely thick.

And the one on the stage has no power at all.

"it is good!"

Uncle Chen nodded solemnly, without making a sound.

At the corner of his mouth, an involuntary smile appeared, and he pressed the button next to the seat again.

"Patriarch Tang, the highest price my master gave me was 4000 million. If you can offer more than 4000 million, the thousand-year-old ginseng will be yours."

As he spoke, Uncle Chen made a very regretful look.

"4000 million, also want to compete for millennium ginseng?"

Tang Wansan seemed to have heard the big joke, so he was able to snort incomparably, and said: "It's a pity that Patriarch Gu didn't come in person for such an important thing."

"Since that's the case, I'll give you 100 million. The thousand-year-old ginseng belongs to me."

At this moment, Tang Wansan seemed to be standing on the champion's podium, extremely proud.

(End of this chapter)