Time Travel: A Villain's Self-cultivation

After a while…

The 'old monk' and Ye Hao returned to their seats one after another.

"Everyone, Jiuhua Temple has important matters to deal with, so I will not accompany you any longer." As soon as he returned to his seat, the old monk clasped his hands together and said apologetically to everyone around him.

"Tsk! Old bald man, I'm afraid you can't wait any longer and want to try some meat!" William sneered fearlessly.

In fact, everyone thinks so, but the ancient martial arts family is so small that everyone knows each other every day, so it is not easy to say anything.

Of course, the Hehuan Sect is different. Demons and evildoers should be killed by everyone.

The old monk was not angry after hearing this. He just silently chanted "Amitabha" and quietly left.

"There's something wrong with this old monk. There's something fishy going on."

The old man in Tang suit who had just arrived at the scene frowned and looked at the old monk's departing figure.

"Oh? Did something happen to Elder Yun?" asked the cute girl next to him.

"Your Highness the Saint, be careful of the young man who just took the picture of the dragon head. He is not simple." Elder Yun said thoughtfully.

The saint just nodded, looked curiously in Ye Hao's direction, and sized him up.

'But he is really handsome! '

There was not such a fierce competition for the subsequent auction items, which were all antiques, calligraphy and paintings, or limited edition sports cars.

The ancient martial arts families looked down upon these things, so only William and a few wealthy people were fighting over them as collections.

Backstage……

"Hey! Are you done, kid?" An Axe Gang member asked angrily while pointing a shotgun at a middle-aged man's head.

"Uncle...please don't be anxious! This little thing is so delicate. Give me five more minutes!"

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely and begging for mercy in a trembling voice.

But he did not dare to stop his hands for a moment, and saw two exquisite wooden boxes in front of the middle-aged man.

The wooden boxes looked very old, one had been opened, and the other appeared to be being assembled.

The middle-aged man quickly reached the last step. He pinched his nose and put a lump of "Sin Abyss" into the wooden box.

Then he installed the last part and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Master, it's done!"

"Fat Tiger, hurry up and bring it here! The last auction item is about to go on sale!"

Two voices were heard at the same time, and the Axe Gang member named Fat Tiger took the wooden box with a fierce look on his face and handed it to his accomplice.

"This is money for you. Remember to watch your mouth! Otherwise!" Fat Tiger handed the middle-aged man another card and threatened him viciously.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, sir! I haven't been here today at all!" The middle-aged man took the bank card with joy.

After the middle-aged man left, Fat Tiger handed another original wooden box to his men.

"Send this to the boss's house. Besides, only the dead can keep secrets!"

"Go!"

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"Ladies and gentlemen! Here is the last item of this auction!"

"I believe everyone here has heard of Lu Ban, right?"

"I know! I know! Luban No. 7 and Luban Master!" a young man raised his hand excitedly and said.

Everyone:…………

"Take this kid out and kill him later, don't tell anyone that he is from our Tang family." An old man said to his men behind him with a dark face.

"Yes! Great Elder..."

"Ahem! You're such a humorous boy..." The auctioneer coughed twice awkwardly and made a circle.

"It is well known that Lu Ban is the founder of Chinese architecture and carpentry, and the following auction item is one of Lu Ban's posthumous works!"

After that, a woman in cheongsam pushed up one of Lu Ban's posthumous works.

When the red cloth was lifted, an exquisite small wooden box appeared in front of everyone, which made everyone's eyes light up.

"The wood used for this wooden box is the finest agarwood, which is immortal for a thousand years! And the starting price of this auction item, the Luban Box, is 500 billion!!!"

One word caused a thousand ripples, and the starting price of 500 billion made some small families dumbfounded.

Ma Bao's eyes seemed unusually calm, he was determined to get this thing!

"600 million!"

"800 million!"

"1000 million!"

"1200 million!"

…………

The price increase this time was very fierce, and the hidden big families surfaced one by one.

"Oh my god, the Tang family is so rich? 2000 billion directly?"

"Xiaoyao Peak is also well hidden, and has made 2500 billion..."

"But who is that Wu Dalang in the white suit? How could he be worth 3000 billion?"

"3100 billion!" Elder Yun of Xiaoyao Peak bid again. This was his limit.

But don’t underestimate the extra 10 billion, it’s 10 billion, not 100 yuan! What’s more, it’s a knife…

Ma Bao's face was gloomy. 3000 billion was his conservative low price. If he kept asking for more, he would have to sell everything he had and drain his family's wealth...

"3200 billion!" Ye Hao suddenly raised his sign and shouted.

"Brother Ye...you!" Ma Bao looked at Ye Hao in disbelief. How come this guy still has money! ! ?

"Good brother! I'll help you find out the bottom price on the other side..." Ye Hao said seriously, as if he was considering everything for Ma Bao.

[What do you mean by "I"? How can I take advantage of you if I don't raise the price to the point where you go bankrupt? ? ? ]

"Pfft...cough cough" Tang Yingying on the side couldn't help it anymore. She immediately covered her mouth with her hands when she was about to laugh, and covered it up with a few coughs.

"Thank you, Brother Ye!" Ma Bao said with gratitude.

But things soon went wrong. As the price kept getting higher and higher, it seemed that Ye Hao could block everyone's bid.

Especially the way Ye Hao bid the price, he looked so light-hearted, as if he had no shortage of money at all, and was very arrogant.

This scene also angered many hidden ancient martial arts families. How could the power of their family be no match for a little kid? ? ?

Ye Hao's expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

The highest bid in this plot was 3600 billion, which Long Shuai spent all he had, but now it has been driven up to 3800 billion.

"3900 billion!" Ma Bao raised the quotation board and shouted with heartache.

This time it's not just selling everything, this time it's bankrupt... maybe even heavily in debt...

The sky-high price of 3900 billion yuan suddenly silenced the auction hall. This price has greatly broken the psychological defenses of many people.

Especially the ancient martial arts family that just shouted out 3800 billion, the elder was now patting his chest and breathing heavily.

"Is the Great Elder really angry? Then let's raise the price!" The young man at the side said, understanding what he meant.

"No, no, no! Are you stupid? You're raising the price! Do you really think we can come up with 3800 billion? Then why don't we sell the entire sect?"

"Just now I was just being led by that kid number 12. Luckily there was an idiot who took over. I was scared to death..."

youth:…………

"3900 billion! Once!"

"3900 billion! Twice!"

"3900 billion! Three times!"

"Bang! Deal!" the auctioneer shouted excitedly as he banged the hammer.

Ma Bao heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. This was the best price he could afford.

Ma Bao took out his cell phone and quickly ordered his men to collect the money, sell what should be sold, and cash what should be redeemed.

Soon, 3900 billion was collected, but the price was that the family was left with nothing and owed the bank 500 billion...

In particular, the Longshuai Group, which should have a market value of 1500 billion yuan, was actually bought out by the Longzhou Group at a price of 800 billion yuan. This almost made Ma Bao faint.