The god-level son-in-law of the female president

Zhou Yongyi sighed and said, "Hey, Young Master Ye, we are not very lucky today. These things are either picked up by others or taken out to fool people. There are basically no good products."

"Not necessarily." Ye Huan looked around, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Zhou Yongyi's realm is low, and he can't see anything famous.

However, he could clearly see which of these objects had spiritual energy and which were waste products.

For example, a certain emerald pendant looks like it is covered with dirt, but in fact it is secretly filled with aura, which helps warriors to break through their cultivation.

Although the asking price is tens of millions, it is extremely expensive, but if the martial artist knows the effect, someone will pay even hundreds of millions.

There is also a hundred-year-old ginseng, if the old man cuts off a piece and holds it in his mouth before he dies, it can even last for several days.

However, Ye Huan could see that the age of this old ginseng was not only that simple, but also extremely aura, at least 500 years old.

As for the thousand-year-old ginseng, it is hard to come by. This kind of old ginseng will only appear in the deep mountains and old forests with a pure environment. If there are ginseng catchers, they can even predict the foretelling, move the growth location, and they will soon become fine.

Meeting a 500-year-old ginseng plant, Ye Huan was already grinning from ear to ear, so he bought it without saying a word.

Under Zhou Yongyi's surprised eyes, Ye Huan bought dozens of items along the way and spent more than [-] million.

When the buyers saw such a wealthy local tyrant, their eyeballs almost fell to the ground, and they all blushed and sold their collections.

But some flashy things, such as bronze wares and beautiful celadon, are imitations at first glance, and Ye Huan doesn't even bother to look at them.

"Young Master Ye, although you have money, don't waste it like this. I think what you bought are all rags..." Zhou Yongyi couldn't help reminding Ye Huan when he saw that Ye Huan was a fool with a lot of money.

Ye Huan smiled and said nothing, but Zheng Jun understood everything and slapped Zhou Yongyi on the head: "You are stupid, Young Master Ye is much smarter than you."

"If these are really waste products, do you think Young Master Ye will patronize them? It must be because you have no experience and can't see the strangeness of these things!"

Zheng Jun looked contemptuous in his eyes, Ye Huan is a ghost, he never does business at a loss, maybe this guy even picked up the leak and made a lot of money!

Indeed, as Zheng Jun expected, Ye Huan made a lot of money this time, and he even came up with the idea of ​​going to other auctions more. If he turns around a few times, there will definitely be no shortage of cultivation resources.

Of course, this is also a matter of luck. It was a coincidence that he obtained Zhang Sanfeng's inheritance back then. He met someone and presented him with a piece of mysterious black iron. After breaking it, he knew the mystery.

"Hehe, it's fine if you don't spend any money. At night, if you wear the brocade fairy robe and ransack the place, no one will recognize that I did it."

This thought flashed through Ye Huan's mind. Anyway, these are the relics of his ancestors, and he wouldn't feel guilty if he took them back secretly.

Suddenly, Ye Huan's eyes were attracted by an object, and he saw a dusty bronze statue of Daoist standing on the ground.

It is stained with brown rust with a sense of age, as if it has just been unearthed, and it is also stained with fresh earthy breath, but it is very decayed, and the lines on the surface are basically eroded by the years.

However, the shell of the bronze statue is still quite hard, and when it is lightly tapped with a finger, it immediately emits a crisp buzzing sound.

Although there is no aura fluctuation, but for some reason, there is a mysterious and mysterious fluctuation.

It was this fluctuation that resonated with Ye Huan's internal force that attracted Ye Huan's attention.

The person who auctioned this item was not a Chinese, but a blond foreigner.

Ye Huan spoke fluent English: "Hi sir, how do you auction this item?"

But Ye Huan didn't point to the bronze statue, but to a landscape painting.

This item must be authentic, but I don't know which artist wrote it, and it is probably of little value.

But the drunkard's intention is not to drink, and Ye Huan can't directly say that he wants a bronze statue. If people know what he wants, he will ask for a lot of money and kill himself.

This is the same as going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. Although you want to buy them, as long as you pretend not to buy them and go to other places, the vegetable vendors will usually sell them at a discount.

So, please don't dislike your aunts and aunts for haggling over a dime in the vegetable market. When the big shots are negotiating, they are even more snobbish and refuse to give up a cent.

Because what this represents is a huge interest group, such as Apple, even if it gives up a few tenths of a share, it will cost tens of billions of dollars.

Without raising his head, the old man glanced at the form in his hand and said calmly, "50 US dollars."

When Zheng Jun heard this, he immediately refuted it: "Isn't this a pig slaughter? Just this broken painting costs more than 300 million soft girl coins? He might as well rob a bank."

Fortunately, Lao Maozi can't understand Chinese, otherwise he might fall out with Zheng Jun, but Ye Huan is not annoyed at all.

He continued to ask about the prices of several cultural relics, and the old man had a good temper, so he patiently told Ye Huan the prices.

Ye Huan nodded secretly. The price here should be clearly marked, and there is no room for bargaining.

Ye Huan casually pointed to a bronze vessel, then pointed to the bronze statue of Daoist, and asked, "How much does this add up to?"

The old man said: "If you buy two at the same time, I can give you a 76% discount, and charge you 15.00 US dollars. Of course, an additional 95% service fee and [-]% handling fee will be charged. , a total of [-] U.S. dollars."

Zhou Yongyi murmured: "Foreigners are so fucking virtuous, they are so obvious about slaughtering people, they even set up stalls, and dare to charge any service fees, isn't that nonsense."

Ye Huan swiped the card with a smile, and after transferring the account, said with a smile, "It's okay, this shopping is worth it."

Seeing Ye Huan's straightforwardness, the foreigner smiled on his bearded face.

"Sir, these two items add up to [-] kilograms. If you don't mind, I will ask the waiter to deliver them to your lounge with a cart."

Ye Huan nodded, he definitely wouldn't take these things himself, otherwise he would have to exhaust himself to death.

"By the way, where did you get these things?"

As Ye Huan asked, he handed out a Cuban cigar.

The smile on the old man's face became more and more intense, and his eyebrows were raised.

In this world, no matter which country it is, as long as men pass each other a cigarette, they can instantly become smokers.

Although the relationship is not necessarily strong, but the superficial skills will definitely be sufficient.

Lao Maozi took a puff of his cigar happily, and recalled: "This is something passed down from my grandfather. After buying it for so many years, this is all that is left."

"The bronze ware and bronze statue you are looking at were just dug out from the yard yesterday by me, and they must have been buried by one of my ancestors."