Marvel: Start with the Eight Wonders

Vibranium, also known as sound-absorbing steel, is a metal with first-class defensive capabilities in the Marvel universe, but it is extremely rare, and most of it is in Wakanda.

Qing Huai was actually not sure whether the thing on the auction table was vibranium, but his experience with the magic machine told him that if it was vibranium, it would be of great use to him.

So when the auctioneer was about to take away the items, he gently raised the sign to bid.

The auctioneer saw this scene with his keen eyes, "Okay, our Mr. No. 82 has raised his placard. Do you want to increase the price?"

82 is the number plate previously issued to Qinghuai.

Hearing this, many people looked in the direction of Qinghuai and whispered, and then someone quickly raised a sign to increase the price.

"Five million and fifty thousand!"

Suddenly, someone on the field started to boo.

Qing Huai sighed helplessly. He understood that he had encountered a price increase.

Generally, there are two types of people who raise prices. One is the seller or someone hired by the seller, who raises the price at the right time in order to make more money.

For example, when the three items provided by Qing Huai were auctioned, he played such a role.

People who raise prices like this pay attention to a certain degree of caution. They can't let others see it, and they can't go too far. After all, the ultimate goal is to sell things.

The second type is the kind that raises a sign and adds the lowest price every time, either because they are not sincerely interested in buying it, or just to disgust people.

Qinghuai glanced at the person who had just raised the sign and was sitting not far in front of him. It looked like several people who knew each other were gathered together.

When Qing Huai looked over, there were still people in the group who cast provocative looks.

They were indeed targeting Qing Huai on purpose. They had noticed Qing Huai before at the dance.

There is no other reason. Qinghuai is too pretentious.

In fact, Qinghuai did nothing from beginning to end, just sat in the corner and played games.

But just because he didn't do anything, a group of women came to talk to him, and he scolded them all.

This aroused jealousy in some people.

You know, there are many people with abnormal psychology in this auction.

At this moment, Qing Huai happened to be targeted by a few guys who were stupid, rich, and mentally ill.

Qing Huai just glanced at them casually, then closed his eyes, as if he didn't care about it, and then continued to raise the number plate silently, adding [-] by default.

So a war consisting of banknote abilities began.

As soon as Qinghuai finished raising his cards, the people over there also raised them up immediately, also adding [-] by default.

Then Qinghuai continued to lift, and then they continued to follow.

The difference is that there are four people on their side taking turns lifting, while Qinghuai only has one person.

This also shows that the four of them have reached a cooperation, which to a certain extent is equivalent to Qinghuai's wealth competing with the wealth of four people.

The people on the field were already excited, and the pleasure brought to them by this war with tens of millions of dollars was no less than the real rain of bullets.

Of course, under the premise that they are all viewers.

The auctioneer will not stop this kind of behavior. Even if it delays some time, he can just make up for it in the next few days.

The price quickly increased to nearly 700 million, and those few people had no intention of stopping.

At first Qinghuai was interested in playing with them, but now he was a little bored.

When he raised his sign again he shouted: "1000 million!"

This price is considered to be the best in today's auction.

The audience cheered again, and a small number of people even shouted in a low voice to the rhythm of applause: "No. 82! No. 82!"

After all, Qinghuai was now in a state of one against many, which aroused the warrior spirit in some people's hearts.

Qing Huai turned a deaf ear to those voices, and just stared at the people raising prices not far away with calm eyes.

Sure enough, the group of people increased the price again, and followed Qing Huai's tone and shouted: "One thousand...[-]!"

The corners of Qinghuai's mouth raised slightly, that's about it.

The auctioneer's voice also sounded, "Ten and fifty thousand! Will Mr. No. 82 continue to increase the price?"

The auctioneer was too lazy to ask if anyone else was raising the price, and directly asked Qing Huai if he wanted to continue.

Qinghuai put the number plate on his lap and spread his hands.

"What! He gave up!"

The auctioneer's voice was high-pitched, "Mr. No. 82 gave up on this lot! No one else wants to raise the price yet!"

[-] million for the first time!

[-] million for the second time!

[-] million for the third time!

Congratulations to Mr. No. 47 for winning this lot at a price of [-] million! "

Suddenly, the whole place roared. No one cared who the auction item went to. People only knew that Mr. No. 82, who was wearing a black gold mask, had tricked those people.

Although several people, including No. 47, were wearing masks, you can imagine that their faces must be extremely ugly at this time.

They're out of luck.

Just when everyone was cheering for Mr. No. 82, the little rabbit next to Qinghuai suddenly approached him and whispered: "Do you want that thing? I can get it back for you."

Qing Huai glanced at Little Rabbit in surprise, and then said: "Thank you, no need,... no need to grab it."

There's no need to rob it, it's his, no one can take it away.

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With the end of this currency power war, tonight's auction also ended naturally.

Buyers need to sign a confirmation of auction transaction and then take away what they bought today.

Once the hammer falls, you cannot go back, otherwise you will be severely punished by the platform.

Qinghuai didn't buy anything tonight and earned nearly 500 million with no expenses.

He did not leave in a hurry, but slowly walked out of the basement, sat on the stone fence by the roadside, and lit a cigarette.

The sky is not yet completely bright, and the night is gradually fading away. The sparks of the cigarette are flickering, as if burning a hole in the escaping night.

People attending the auction house dispersed one after another, and when Qing Huai turned around, he suddenly saw a familiar plush figure.

Little Rabbit walked to Qing Huai, waved his hand, and whispered: "Thank you for letting me play games. I'm leaving. Bye."

Qinghuai didn't respond.

Little Rabbit said no more inappropriate words, said goodbye, spared Qing Huai and left.

The figure of the Bull Warrior followed closely behind.

They had come out, it was still dark, and the Bull Warriors could finally do what they wanted to do.

He can use his fat body to stuff the little rabbit into the box, and then...

"Hey..." Qing Huai suddenly shouted forward.

The little rabbit turned his head when he heard the sound and stared at Qinghuai in confusion.

"Where do you live?" Qing Huai asked.

"The Queen."

It's a coincidence.

"My family lives over there too." Qinghuai said calmly: "Wait for me and we will go back together."

The lake-blue eyes under the little rabbit mask glowed, "Okay! When will we leave?"

Qing Huai glanced behind him and put out the cigarette butt, "Right away."

The few people who had photographed the vibranium had already come out carrying the boxes. They were indeed in a group.

After the auction ended, two people went to pick up the items, while the other two kept secretly staring at Qing Huai.

They originally wanted to find a deserted place to surround Qing Huai and teach him a lesson, but they didn't expect that the guy just sat outside and never left.

Qing Huai walked straight towards the four of them, smiling, "Thank you."

This sentence immediately stunned the four of them, "Thank you for nothing."

Qinghuai showed a harmless smile and said, "Thank you for helping me pay."

In an instant, a cold feeling surged behind the four people.

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Qinghuai and Little Rabbit were walking on the street.

One is in a suit, the other is in a bunny suit, and both are wearing masks, like two performance artists walking on the streets in the early morning.

Little Rabbit lowered his head and glanced at the box in Qinghuai's hand, "Aren't you afraid that they will retaliate against you?"

"Do you know who I am?" Qing Huai asked.

"I don't know." Little Rabbit shook his head, wondering if this man had any other extraordinary status?

Unexpectedly, Qing Huai said next: "They don't know either."

The two took a journey.

Qing Huai looked back and saw that the figure of Niu Warrior had long since disappeared.

He glanced at the little rabbit and said, "Do you need me to call a car for you?"

"No, no, no." The little rabbit shook his head like a rattle, "I'll just walk."

Qinghuai said oh, then walked to the side of the road and stopped a taxi with his hand.

"Really not..."

Just as Little Rabbit was about to say something, he saw Qing Huai sitting on it, "Then you can keep walking, I'm going home first."

Little Rabbit: "..."

Qing Huai really left in a taxi without any sloppiness.

The little bunny was left alone and messy on the streets.

Qinghuai knew there must be something wrong with this little rabbit.

A girl was invited to participate in an auction on an underground trading platform. She neither danced nor took pictures of anything. This fact itself is a bit problematic.

But Qinghuai didn't care. He asked Little Rabbit to go with him just because of what she said when everyone else was making noises at the auction.

That's it.

At this moment, Qing Huai didn't have time to think about all this. He needed to go home and test whether the thing he got for free tonight was vibranium.

If so, then the Slimming Furnace, which is different from the original version under One Person, may be built soon...

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