Super bodyguard of female CEO

"Well." Zhao Chengfeng nodded, and his eyes were eager.

However, the next second Zhao Chengfeng will be silly.

"A million!"

Before Jiangling raised the sign to offer, a man's voice came out from behind, obviously determined to win.

"1.1 million." Jiangling was a little surprised, but he soon quoted his own price, which Jiangling didn't lack.

"Two million!" The man behind was equally unambiguous, and raised nearly a million words.

Hiss!

People at the scene took a breath, but they were still upset about the performance of the old man on the stage a moment ago. They auctioned off the rubbish that they didn't know whether it was true or not, and didn't know the origin. They always felt that they had been fooled. But at this moment, the auction host has not finished speaking, the price has risen to two million!

This, this NIMA is not a big baby?

"Damn you!"

Zhao Chengfeng couldn't help but scold him. He looked back at the man. He was about fifty years old. He looked very capable. His eyes were cloudy and uncomfortable. The key was that he seemed to be an expert!

"Five million!"

This time, Zhao Chengfeng spoke with a loud and domineering voice. After the offer, he looked back at the man like a provocation. Zhao Chengfeng thought, you are a master, isn't Lao Tzu a master? You have money, but brother Feng has no money?

"Hiss!"

Nangong Ming, on one side, was so frightened that he couldn't help scolding: "madman, are you really crazy? Can we have fun? It's all money. Do you really think I'll pay for it and you can raise the price at will? "

Nangong is really painful. Did Zhao Chengfeng not say that just now? After a while, you can buy everything you like at the auction. It's no problem to buy it. Nangong Ming doesn't feel bad if he smashes more than one million yuan into it. But when he touches five million yuan, it's gone. Nangong Ming doesn't say that the meat hurts. He feels that the eggs hurt a little.

I'm so sorry I asked Zhao Chengfeng out today.

"5.1 million." The man was stunned for a few seconds and soon offered an offer.

Zhao Chengfeng snorted and spoke again, "ten million!"

"Damn it

Hearing the speech, Nangong Ming covered his chest and fell on Chengkang. He was very weak and said, "Chengkang, I'm dying. Give me a quick acting heart saving pill as soon as possible..."

"Do you want me to take care of your daughter-in-law after you die?" Cheng Kang has a bad smile on his lips.

"Screw you." When Nangong Ming heard this, he suddenly revived with blood in place, and his eyes were staring like the bell of a cow. Turning back, he said to Zhao Cheng, "madman, my uncle, please do me a favor. I don't have much property. Don't give me all the money. Is it easy for me to sell blood and save some money?"

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it." Zhao Chengfeng didn't open his mouth. On one side, Jiangling smiles and doesn't even blink.

Nangong Ming was greatly relieved when he heard that a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

However, Cheng Kang looked at Nangong Ming in doubt and said, "don't you get rich by donating sperm? How did you sell blood again? "

"Damn it As soon as Nangong Ming heard this, his face turned black. Son of a bitch, his mouth is too damaged.

Who is he? Donate sperm to a billionaire? Both hands have to wear several layers of skin. The key is that his mother's nutrition can't keep up.

"Hiss!"

The whole auction house exploded and looked at Zhao Chengfeng one after another. Even though the old man, the auction host, was well-informed, he was shocked by Zhao Chengfeng's momentum.

Five million will be added in one mouth. Five million, even if a hundred dollar bill is thrown in front of you, the comrades who are not good at math can't count it for a week. But the young man didn't even blink his brow. Obviously, he wasn't the owner of the money.

"Eleven million!" After pondering for five seconds, the man behind opened his mouth again. However, the middle-aged man's face became more and more ugly. It was obvious that he hated Zhao Chengfeng in the front row, and his eyes were filled with cold and fierce air.

"I'm paralyzed. I really have a fight with Lao Tzu. I have to kill you today!"

As soon as Zhao Chengfeng heard that person's offer again, he was not happy. Although there was no special expression on the surface, he was worried in his heart.

As far as a warrior is concerned, the magic weapon is equivalent to adding points and commissions to the force value. It's just like fighting with Tian Yezi's great apprentice in Japan. Without Pang Hu's dragon scale sword, it would be more difficult for Zhao Chengfeng to win the battle.

At present, what puzzles Zhao Chengfeng most is not only the lack of breakthrough, but also the lack of a weapon. If you're not ashamed, Zhao Chengfeng has long taken a fancy to Pang Hu's dragon scale sword and ah long's cangyu Dao, but he can't take care of his disciples. How shameless it is.

Today is really fate. Zhao Chengfeng originally intended to auction some trinkets for women. However, women are still experts in the antique industry. They can see through all the details at a glance. On the contrary, Zhao Chengfeng took a fancy to the long sword, which was his favorite for a long time!

Although the sword looks rusty and looks like the stock of a blacksmith's shop, Zhao Chengfeng can see that it is a magic weapon that has gone through the wind and frost and drunk countless blood!

"Fifty million!"

Jiangling's clear voice sounded like a oriole, and the price quoted by Jiangling was more like a bolt from the blue, which completely shocked the public.

"Gulu!"

After listening to them one by one, we swallow our saliva and drop our eyes all over the floor. Is this money from the strong wind? Or is this sword a rare treasure?

However, even if some people know that this sword is extraordinary, they dare not join in the fight. After all, they are short of money.

"If you can bear to add 100 million yuan, otherwise, don't play with me. You can't afford it!" However, the surprising thing is still behind. After Jiangling quoted the price, he stood up and said to the middle-aged man.

Domineering and fierce.

"Hum!" The middle-aged man snorted heavily, glared at Zhao Chengfeng fiercely, turned around and went out of the auction. Seeing this posture, he gave up.

"I'll go, you, what are you doing?" It took Zhao Chengfeng a long time to come back to his senses. Some of them complained and said, "I've robbed brother Feng of all the limelight. People who don't know think I have a soft meal."

Jiangling said with a faint smile: "you never eat my soft food, so I just use it to please you. Is my husband satisfied?"

"Cough." Seeing Jiangling's deep and strange smile, Zhao Chengfeng asked in a low voice, "well, you, you won't let me make a promise, will you?"

"Xianggong is so clever!"