Chapter 195

After stirring up the atmosphere, the hostess said in a loud voice: "the base price of this fairy relic is 100000, and the price increase is not less than 10000 each time. Now we are bidding!"

Off the stage, there was no excitement expected by the host, but there was some silence.

After all, the talk of Luoshen only exists in myths and legends. These celebrities don't believe that the so-called relics of Luoshen are not as real as those antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

However, this is a charity auction after all, tens of millions of these celebrities, is nothing at all.

"150000!" A middle-aged man raised his hand to quote.

"200000!" A young girl with a baseball cap quoted a price. Judging from her appearance, she was clearly a high school student. It is estimated that she was also inspired by adults to spend a small sum of money as charity.

In the end, the fairy handkerchief was sold for half a million yuan, and no one offered any more.

Perhaps in the eyes of these celebrities, this is an ordinary handkerchief, as for those fairy tales, no one believes it.

The hostess was disappointed in her eyes, but she didn't show it. With a professional smile on her face, she called out: "this gentleman offered 500000 yuan. Is there anyone else to offer?"

"Half a million times, half a million times..."

When the host yelled for the second time, Chen Mo just woke up from the memory and his face returned to normal.

Chen Mo raised his hand in a serious voice: "ten million!"

In a word, the audience is dead!

Everyone's eyes are on Chen mo.

"Ten million, is this boy crazy?"

"Let's not say it's just a worthless handkerchief. Even if it's really a relic of the God of Luo, it has no collection value. What do you want it to do

Zheng Yuanhao, an KeYue and others also look at Chen Mo with shocked faces. They don't understand Chen Mo's madness.

Yang Qianqian looked surprised: "I heard you correctly, Chen Mo bid 10 million! Does he have that much money? Did he sell the gem he got last time? "

Murong Yan'er is also Yingkou micro Zhang, shocked to herself: "what does Chen Mo want a handkerchief for?"

The hostess on the stage was full of surprise, looking at Chen Mo and shouting: "this gentleman has offered 10 million yuan, 10 million yuan for the first time, 10 million yuan for the second time, and 10 million yuan for the third time!"

"Congratulations, sir. This fairy handkerchief is yours!"

The hostess was afraid of Chen Mo's remorse and impatience.

Chen Mo's face is expressionless, but his heart is very excited. The relics left by his younger martial sister are priceless to him, and they can't be measured by money.

After the auction, Chen Mo pays the money backstage and gets the seemingly plain pink handkerchief.

Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing dare not accept Chen Mo's money at all. They are willing to donate 10 million yuan to charity instead of Chen mo. Chen did not care about it. He refused directly and returned to the village courtyard with the handkerchief.

However, just after Chen Mo Gang left the Vientiane Hotel, an old man followed him and stopped him.

"Little brother, my master wants to talk to you." The old man's attitude is plain, neither humble nor overbearing, and no expression can be seen on his wrinkled face.

"Who is the master of your house?" Chen Mo asked with a frown.

"The father of Miss Murong Yan'er, murongke, Jiangnan." Mention murongke's name, the old man's tone with a trace of pride.

Chen Mo is still. He has already guessed why murongke is looking for him.

"Forget it. For Yan'er's sake, go and see him."

Chen Mo looked at the old man and said faintly, "lead the way."

On the Bank of Xiaoqing River, a tall and straight Murong Ke stands quietly in black, and his cigarette is about to burn to the end.

The footsteps sounded, and the old man came with Chen mo. the old man saluted respectfully and said, "master, I have invited you."

"Hard work, Shuibo." Murong Ke warm voice said.

The old man retreats to one side and bows to stand. It seems that he is too old to be blown down by a gust of wind. In fact, Chen Mo has already seen that he is a martial artist at the top of his inner world.

The Murong family in the south of the Yangtze River is worthy of its reputation.

If the common rich gentleman met murongke, he would be very respectful and restrained and speechless. Even Zheng Yuanhao and his colleagues would be ashamed of themselves in front of such big people who were not angry and self-confident.

However, Chen Mo, with a plain face, quietly walks to murongke and looks at the small clear river in front of him. His eyes are indifferent, as if the great man in the south of the Yangtze River is no different from a passer-by.

Both of them did not speak. They stood still. The breeze was blowing across the river, bringing a burst of fresh air.

Murong Ke's eyes were deep and his voice was ethereal: "what do you think of the scenery of the little Qinghe River?"

Chen Mo replied faintly: "very beautiful."

"Have you ever seen the Yangtze River and the Yellow River?" Murong Ke asked again.

Chen Mo shook his head: "No. But I've heard of it. "

"What do you think of Xiaoqing River compared with the Yangtze River and the Yellow River?" Murongke continued to ask.Chen Mo doesn't answer, waiting for murongke's words.

Murong Ke turned his head and looked at Chen Mo, his face cold and arrogant: "why don't you answer? Or you already have the answer. "

Chen Mo looked at Murong Ke, his face was still flat: "what do you want to say, just say it clearly, why do you have to go around such a big bend?"

Murong Ke's face was colder: "young man, you really can't hold your breath. I'm more disappointed with you."

Chen Mo wants to smile bitterly at the moment. He just doesn't want to waste his time, and murongke says that he can't hold his breath. If it had not been for Murong Yan'er's sake, Chen would not have met murongke, let alone listen to him playing riddles here.

"Mr. Murong, for the sake of Yan'er, if you have something to say, I really have something to do." Chen Mo tries to sound sincere.

Murong Ke looks at Chen Mo coldly and shakes his head secretly. Chen Mo has already been labeled with several dissatisfied labels in his heart.

"Impetuous, arrogant, arrogant, want to be worthy of Yan'er, at least ten years of training."

Murong Ke voice more cold: "I see you want you to leave Yan'er, you can't give her happiness!"

"As compensation, I can promise you a promise, but I can't violate morality and law!"

Hearing murongke's request, Chen Mo wants to laugh, but he can't.

"Why do you think I want to pester Yan'er? Who on earth gives you confidence! "

"I can be responsible to tell you that I and Yan'er are just ordinary friends, not what you think!" Chen Mo was a little angry.

Murong Ke snorted coldly: "as a young man, I can understand your arrogance, but it's meaningless to be brave."

"Since ancient times, my fair lady, a gentleman, and Yan'er are young and beautiful. It's not a shame for you to pester her."

"However, with your current strength, it is far from enough to match Yan'er. Don't think you can be proud in front of me if you can beat the boy of Ye family and know the little girl of Jin family. Even if Mr. Jin and ye Wudao are in front of me, they are just discussing with my peers. "

"You haven't seen the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. You think the scenery of Xiaoqing River is very beautiful. That's because your vision can only be limited to the small Qinghe River. How can you know the magnificent and magnificent Yangtze River and Yellow River! Let alone the vast and boundless ocean far more than the Yangtze River and the Yellow River

"In the mirror, only one can rely on one's own strength, but in the end, one's strength can be achieved."

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