The Empress of Fast Travel is still a vicious villain today

Chapter 211 211: Brain is a good thing
"Not buying."

Bi Luo nodded, yes, Chu Yu found this thing from somewhere and gave it to her sister.

Auctioning it by yourself and buying it back by yourself is a brain watt.

I was thinking so.

I saw Chu Yu holding up the sign.

"One hundred million."

He doesn't buy it, but he can't make it cheaper for others.

The enthusiastic crowd who are robbing: ...

This big guy, can you not make trouble, your behavior of disrupting the market will be scolded by the eighteenth generation of your ancestors, it's easy to kill.

Even if they scold each other in their hearts.

But the price increase is still the price.

This thuja root carving is different from the emperor green.

This jade and jade, I don't have high-quality products, and I can fool you with defective products.

But Master Yu's Yaba root carvings are different, he has very few works.

Only four or five a year.

And it was closed five years ago.

This is not the imperial green that you can find by hollowing out a mountain.

People quit.

You know, why are antiques so expensive? It’s not just that they are rare. You said that huanghuali, which used to be a rotten thing on the street, was used by many people as firewood.

Now, not to speculate sky-high prices.

As for the rich, what they play is that there is a market and there is no price. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a loss for me to make so much money.

"One hundred and ten million."

Jun Shishu raised his placard again.

Many buyers came to see that this Jun's family has no money yet, let's spend two to three hundred million in one night.

Now that the placard is raised, it is to look at the person upstairs, deliberately trying to trick him?

Chu Yu heard the voice, and said lightly, "Vegetable chicken."

Others might think that the boss was deliberately mocking Jun Shishu, but Bi Luo bowed her head and held back her laughter.

This is not meant to be sarcastic, this is the truth.

Ever since he was taught to speak by his sister, the skill of that poisonous tongue has been increasing day by day.

Jun Shishu: "Add 2000 million."

Mother Mo: "Buyer No. 12, bid 3000 million..."

Gu Wu: "Two hundred million."

Before Jun Shishu had time to be arrogant, being cut by Gu Wu made him want to vomit three liters of blood.

Gu Wu didn't care if the other party was angry or not.

If it was just a Thuja root carving, it would be rare, and he would not buy it at all.

But Master Yu's work.

If you don't buy it, you have to buy it.

Others don't know who Master Yu is, but he does.

Isn't it the third uncle of his family who has been missing for five years.

Back then, the old man wanted the third uncle to get married, but the third uncle was not willing, so he left the Gu family and set up his own family.

Then, in less than half a year, the thuja root carvings were fried.

To his third uncle, money is just a toy within easy reach.

Later, the third uncle disappeared unexpectedly, and the old man was so sad that he withdrew from the Gu Group.

That's why he was in the top position.

If the third uncle is still there, how can he be needed.

Even if the other party has been missing for five years, everyone admires Gu Jiasanlang when talking about it.

From whom did the Mohist Yaba root carving come from? Is it related to the unexpected disappearance of his third uncle?
"Two hundred and thirty million!"

Jun Shishu raised his placard again.

The shopkeeper at the side wiped the sweat from his brow, "Boss, we can't take pictures of this thing, and the money for the imperial green has not been paid yet."

"Don't worry, I won't shoot, I'm not a fool, I'll lie to them."

Treasurer:  …

"But, by raising the auction price like this, aren't you helping the Mo family to tide over the difficulties?"

Jun Shishu: ...

A brain is a good thing, but unfortunately, he doesn't have one.

"1000 million and [-] million for the first time."

"1000 million and [-] million for the second time."

As Mother Mo spoke, Jun Shishu's back was covered with sweat, like a duck being strangled by the neck.

(End of this chapter)