Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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"This... this guest, you are... what is going to be auctioned?" A man who came back to God, rushed forward, the eyes staring straight at the monsoon smoke, and there was no on-the-spot flow. The saliva is gone.

The monsoon smoke smiled and said: "I want to shoot something."

The two men listened and hurriedly took the man into the tent, and his heart was amazing and strange.

Although the monsoon smoke is not expensive, but just holding the face, it has already neglected everything.

Because of the special auction mechanism, Dongling Auction House has been scorned by many rich people, so there are very few nobles and wealthy businessmen coming.

After the two men greeted the monsoon smoke, the diligent end of the tea handed over the water, and immediately invited the management of the Dongling auction house.

The manager was a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty years old. His body was quite rich, and he walked around with a round body. He also stunned when he saw the monsoon smoke, but he quickly recovered to normal. The one was full. The fat face is not disgusting, but with a sense of involuntary intimacy.

"This guest, I don't know what you want to auction?" asked the manager with a smile.

The monsoon smoke waved at Yang Lan, and Yang Hao immediately placed the wooden box on the ground, and the monsoon smoke raised his hand to open the box.

In an instant, a box of jewels, under the glory of Ying Ying, almost did not flash the eyes!

When I saw the box baby, the whole person was dumbfounded, and a pair of eyes almost didn't give it out.

"Just these." Monsoon flue.

The mouth of the tube was slightly twitching, and it took a long time for the eyeballs to come back from the pile of baby, but his expression at the moment was not a little bit of joy, but with a sad reminder.

"Miss, are you kidding us?"

"Just kidding?" The monsoon smokes a little.

Management smiled and said: "This guest is afraid to come to our auction house for the first time. To be honest, although our auction house has no threshold, you should also see it. Most of the things that come to us to buy things are not what. The rich, there are, and also to find some special things, your things are really good things, but ... put us here to auction, I am afraid ... is not very good to sell."

The implicitness of the management.

The monsoon smoked a glimpse of Linghe, and Linghe’s expression was awkward.

He thought that the monsoon smoke had no money to pay the commission, but he forgot... Dongling auction house is not good at auctioning gems and ornaments.

If anyone wants to buy these treasures, most of them go to other large auction houses in the Imperial Capital. They will come here, and in all likelihood, they will be directed at the things that the bounty hunters have sent.

Ling Hejun smiled at the monsoon smoke. As a soldier, he really did not go to the auction house several times. Naturally, he did not understand the rules here.

The monsoon smoke suddenly made some troubles...

Looking at the appearance of monsoon smoke and Linghe, I know that the other party is afraid of not understanding these.

Just as the governor was ready to say something, a man in a black cloak walked in under the guidance of the guard.

When I saw the man, I was busy talking to the monsoon smoke later, and I greeted the past.

"Are you coming again?" The steward went to the black cloak, and the tone was quite helpless.

The man in the black cloak nodded slightly, and when he said nothing, he took out a few bottles of medicine from his arms and stuffed them into the hands of the manager.