Supreme Medicinal God

? Hearing Wei Qingxuan complaining about the auctioneer and holding an auction in the evening, Ye Feng smiled and did not pick out.

The people of the Shaman family arranged the auction at night, because their family members, not all human beings, and vampires, of course, could not appear during the day.

The people in the living room received the news that the auction was about to start and went to the conference hall.

It was a multi-functional hall, with a booth at the front, round tables underneath, and some delicate folding chairs around the round table.

The round table is covered with a neat white tablecloth, a cloisonne vase is placed in the center, and a few bright and colorful flowers stick out from the middle.

Wei Qingxuan brought Landing Qingqing and Su Xiaoqin to a round table on the side, not far from the front booth.

"Since it's here, let's have a fun with us."

Sitting at the small round table, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Okay, how much is this castle worth?"

"The seller's starting price is 2 billion yuan, and it is estimated that it will be increased to 5 billion yuan in the end."

"So much, this castle is in disrepair, is it worth it?"

"Two billion is still worth it, but five billion is a bit high, it depends."

Ye Feng wanted to persuade Wei Qingxuan not to participate in the auction, because the castle was owned by the Duke of Shaman, but it was the elder of the Witchcraft Association. The Witchcraft Association’s auction of the castle should be purposeful. It felt that their purpose was not simple.

The buyer area under the stage was basically full of people. On the front of the rostrum, the seller’s seat had four seats, and three people were seated, including the arrogant Paul who claimed to be the contemporary heir of the Shaman family. .

But Paul’s seat is not in the middle of the rostrum, but on the side.

There were two people sitting beside Paul, a couple.

A gloomy middle-aged man and a beautiful half-old milfs, the collar of a middle-aged woman's evening dress covered her neck, but from her godless eyes it can be seen that this middle-aged woman is often in blood loss status.

Without knowing the fate, Ye Feng can feel that the middle-aged man is a vampire with a high status.

Paul carefully explained to the middle-aged man what the middle-aged man whispered a few words to him, like a few words of advice, and given instructions, Paul hurried out in a hurry.

The seat in the middle of the rostrum has always been empty, obviously reserved for a more important person.

A clear footstep sounded, sounding familiar.

Ye Feng turned his face and looked at it. It was none other than Alan, the new president of the Witchcraft Association.

With a scornful look, Paul led Alan to come, and Alan looked triumphantly as he walked, while looking at the fine carvings around the castle.

Seeing Allen coming, the middle-aged man had a complicated look, a little helpless and a little awed. He quickly stood up and nodded to Allen.

At a distance, Ye Feng could hear every sentence of them, even if they whispered, they couldn't escape Ye Feng's ears.

Middle-aged people respectfully: "Dear President, you are finally here."

"Are all auctions ready?"

The tone of the middle-aged man is still a little puzzled: "Master, the auction has already been prepared, but I would like to ask, Elder Shaman really wants to sell this castle? This is the only property of our Shaman family. "

A sly look flashed in Allen's eyes: "Elder Shaman's injury has not been good. There is no way. In order to heal, he can only sell this only castle. I contacted one of the world's top magic experiments. Room, but they need 2 billion treatment costs. You also know that Elder Sharman is not an ordinary person. It is the elders that we will be in. In order to cure him, our witchcraft society has also contributed a lot."

Hearing this, Ye Feng wondered, how could Elder Sharman be injured?

Before I entered the longevity world, I injured Elder Shaman, but according to the super strong self-healing power of vampires, it should be good to come over half a year.

"but……"

"Don't you believe me and want to ask Elder Shaman personally? Well, you are going with me now, and I will take you to see Elder Shaman."

Allen's tone became cold, a powerful coercion that made the middle-aged person breathless.

There was a trace of cold sweat on the forehead of the middle-aged man, and he quickly laughed and said: "No, since the chairman said so, we will do as you say."

A contemptuous sneer appeared on Allen's face, and he sat down in the middle chair: "You have to do it well, otherwise the Elders of the Witchcraft Society will be angry and you won't get any money. The elders will discuss it and give you 10%. You need to know that if Elder Sharman does not give you a penny, you can do the same."

"I know, thank the chairman for his help, thank the chairman. Come, pour wine for the chairman."

Allen looked at the auction site and intersect Ye Feng's eyes. Ye Feng smiled and raised a cup to Allen, and an idea was passed on.

"President Allen, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Allen had just taken a goblet filled with red wine from a waiter. After seeing Ye Feng, he was trembling with fright. The goblet in his hand shattered and the wine spilled all over the place.

Thinking that the waiter didn't take the cup well, Paul shouted the waiter aloud: "How do you do things, you can't get a cup."

The waiter almost fell to his knees in fright, and quickly handed over another glass of wine.

After receiving the glass, Alan quickly got up and walked towards Ye Feng with a smile, a respectful look, with a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, he thought Ye Feng was here to kill him.

He knew that if Ye Feng was going to kill him, he could not stop Ye Feng by his own ability.

He sat down with a smile on Ye Feng's body, clinking his glasses with Ye Feng: "Mr. Ye, hello, long time no see."

"I haven't seen you for a long time, President Allen. I'm blessed recently."

Allen said in an official tone: "Really, how can I be fat, there are too many affairs in the meeting, I often stay up late to work, not eating well or sleeping well, how can I be fat, President Ye is kidding."

From Allen’s conversation with middle-aged people, Ye Feng learned that the auction of the Saman Castle was authorized by the Duke of Saman and was overseen by Allen.

With the temper of Elder Shaman, he could not easily sell his castle. This auction was obviously planned by Allen.

Elder Sharman was not just injured, but probably healed to the point where he was incurable. Allen dared to pretend that the Duke of Sharman had demanded that the castle belonging to the Sharman be auctioned off.

The middle-aged man is a descendant of Elder Shaman. The castle is now managed by him. Allen, with the feather arrow as the arrow, forced him to auction the castle in the name of the Duke of Shaman. Ten percent.

Allen wanted to make a big profit and devour 90% of the money from the auction of the castle.

Seeing Allen holding a wine glass and drinking with a Chinese person, realizing that the other party was not simple, the middle-aged man and Paul also hurried over carrying the wine glass.

(End of this chapter)