Two hundred and five, perfect match

"Hi, two hundred thousand, who is really rich."

Everyone inhaled and looked curiously at the sound source. Wen Cheng Bai Qijin instantly fell into everyone's field of vision, with Bai Yiyi sitting next to him.

Since the last birthday, Prime Minister Bai Dalai has been living at home with physical inconvenience.

It's hard to get there, but it shows people in such a sullen image.

Look at those important ministers in the court, which one is not sitting in the VIP area, on the other hand, Bai Qijin is almost integrated with the audience.

"It's that bad woman again." Ouyang Qian pouted and hummed displeasedly.

That bad woman always fights against sister Rufeng, looks ugly and so confident that her eyes can grow to the sky.

"Brother prince, quickly help Cici grab the bottle of Spirit Gathering Liquid, so that the bad woman can't take it away."

Ouyang Qian quickly said to her prince brother.

The enemy of Sister Beauty is her enemy.

"Okay, my brother will help you grab it." Ouyang Yu looked fond of her, always responsive to her.

Not to mention that he was already struggling to gather the soul liquid, but he didn't plan to do so. Wouldn't he be dissatisfied that the most beloved princess of the Shangchuan Dynasty wanted it?

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!" Ouyang Yu raised his placard, and the gold coins climbed up to fifty thousand. Such a big deal is like spending money like dirt.

Bai Qijin's expression in the audience changed suddenly.

Prime Minister Wen Dacheng has always regarded himself as clean and honest. If it weren't for the temptation of the Spirit Gathering Liquid this time, coupled with Bai Yiyi's clamor on the side, he would definitely not be so high-profile in front of others.

Two hundred thousand is already the highest price he can open, no matter how much, I am afraid that the image of many years of business will be destroyed.

Having already secured the victory, Ouyang Yu was halfway through.

The prince of the Shangchuan dynasty is far above him in terms of funds and status.

It just started, it's over.

"That thing is destined to have nothing to do with you, don't think about it." Bai Qijin sighed, clenching his big hands in his sleeves, pressing hard to prevent him from losing his stance.

"No, you can't give up, daddy, your daughter must have got the bottle of spirit gathering liquid."

Bai Yiyi's face was pale, with a fluster on his face, and said very unwillingly.

She has been embarrassing enough lately, and she is counting on that bottle of Spirit Gathering Liquid to improve her cultivation level, thereby changing everyone, especially King Lin's attitude towards her.

Without the Spirit Gathering Liquid, how could she improve her strength? How do you suppress that bitch?

"Naughty, is it possible that you are going to bankrupt your family for your father?" Bai Qijin shouted displeased, his expression extremely impatient.

It's nothing more than spoiling her at ordinary times. At this time, how could she be so temperamental that a prime minister's mansion can't be beaten by the Shangchuan dynasty.

I didn't realize it before, but now it seems that this daughter is really ignorant.

After being drunk by Bai Qijin, Bai Yiyi's figure trembled, and despair appeared in his eyes. When it was over, the little hope she had left was completely over.

Not only that, but it is also very likely to be laughed at by that bitch.

Why?

She is the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion and has always been the most favored.

Since childhood, Dad never said loudly to her, but today he scolded her in front of so many people...

Blame her, if it wasn't for that bitch, why would she have fallen so far?

Why is she notorious, everyone looked at her with strange eyes?

Bitch, blame this bitch!

Bai Yiyi in the seat stared fiercely at the back of Mu Rufeng in the VIP area, his eyes raging with murderous intent.

Mu Rufeng felt it, and glanced at her indifferently.

Due to the strength of the Shangchuan Dynasty, after Ouyang Yu reported two hundred and fifty thousand gold coins, everyone present tacitly stopped the bidding, and the first group of auction items was successfully returned to Ouyang Yu.

"Following, the second group of auctions, five bottles of Spirit Gathering Liquid are sold in bundles, with a base price of 200,000, and each bid is not less than 50,000.

Aunt Hong's words fell and the scene was a sensation.

What, five bottles?

The crowd opened their mouths wide in shock, and collectively sighed.

The amount is that they guessed that there will be no shortage of Spirit Gathering Liquid, and they did not expect that five bottles would be bundled and sold at the same time.

There is no doubt that the more tied up, the smaller the chances of everyone.

After all, not just one person can afford such an expensive price.

In the VIP area, some people are happy and some are worried.

Five bottles were bound for sale, and many family owners with average family strength suddenly withered.

If I had known this, I should have just given up and fight with Prince Shangchuan. Maybe I won.

Now like this, the Spirit Gathering Liquid is sure to miss them.

On the other hand, those powerful Patriarchs couldn't help themselves, and their eyes burst into flames.

Five bottles, ha, great. They are worried about how to make more. Now it is the best choice to sell in bundles. The only concern is that there are too many competitors.

"Two hundred fifty thousand."

"Three hundred thousand."

"Three hundred and fifty thousand."

"Four hundred thousand."

...

Whether it is the VIP area or the audience area or the VIP room upstairs, all are caught in frantic bidding at this moment.

The scene was restless, the price soared all the way, and the mood of everyone on the field fluctuated with the bidding price, and all kinds of excitement.

"One million." Upstairs, the VIP room where Prince Cangyu and others were located reported a whole number.

One million gold coins sounded a lot, but compared to Ouyang Yu's previous two-fifteen thousand gold coins, five bottles of Spirit Gathering Liquid sold for one million, which was nothing.

"Two million." Mu Rufeng's lips curled up, the words fell, and the court was silent for half a second.

I have seen a wealthy person, and I have never seen a person like her who directly doubled the price by one million. What is that concept?

"I bid two million on behalf of the General's Mansion. Is there a problem?" Seeing everyone's eyes floating, Mu Rufeng raised his head and fluttered lightly.

Uh, what can they have?

Besides, this is Jingbao Pavilion. As long as you can afford the price, who cares what you represent.

However, on behalf of the General's Mansion, she can understand her wealth.

The General Mansion has been in the limelight recently, and General Mu's strength is obvious to all.

Of course, no one will dislike being stronger.

With five bottles of Spirit Gathering Liquid in hand, it is difficult to improve his cultivation.

"2.5 million!" In the VIP room, Shui Ruoyun frowned, his eyes filled with anger.

Although she didn't put millions of gold coins in her eyes, Mu Rufeng's behavior to challenge them really made her unhappy.

"Why don't you continue to bid?" Everyone was confused and curious, but the person concerned suddenly became quiet.

Even Duan Mulin, who has always been self-disciplined and rarely curious, couldn't help but look over.

"Two hundred and five, it's a rare match for Miss Shui Ruoyun, this young lady reluctantly let her go." Mu Rufeng shrugged, and Feng Danyun replied softly.

She is stupid to bid for the things she refined!

Even if you have money, you don't have to worry about it.

Puff, two hundred and five, perfect match?

Hearing this, everyone present laughed inexplicably, Miss Mu was deliberately playing tricks.

Shui Ruoyun in the VIP room had long been so angry that his face was like pig liver, his cheeks were twisted, and his eyes were burning with rage.

This rubbish dared to tease her, it was almost dead.