"Three hundred thousand!"

A bidding sound suddenly sounded from the audience. Yan Ning looked down and saw that the bidding was a young couple. It looked like a rich child from a wealthy family. After the boy finished calling the price, he looked at the beauty beside him with pride, as if showing off to her: Look, I am just rich, and a roll of broken paintings will directly increase the price by 100,000 yuan!

However, his smile soon froze on his face, and only the voice came from a private room on the second floor of the auction house: "400,000."

The young man was a little confused. The beauty beside him was already glaring at the old man, so he quickly shouted: "One million! I want to see who dares to go against the Wang family of our Hong Kong Sect! My name is Wang Chen!"

After the young man named Wang Chen finished shouting, many people who wanted to compete with him shut up. Wang Chen was not famous, but his father was the number one brother at the Gangmen Wharf. The Wang family was in Gangmen, and few people dared to mess with him.

"Two million!"

Just as everyone was silent, the private room that had just been hailed for 400,000 yuan made another sound and directly turned the price. This time the bid was really shocked by the audience. Everyone looked at the private room and guessed which big man was sitting inside.

"Damn, isn't the person sitting in the private room Sun Guozheng of the Gate... He actually came to the auction too!"

"This Sun Guozheng is a person in the bureau. Wang Chen has been a big shot this time."

"Not to mention Wang Chen, even if his father comes, he has to bow his head to Sun Guozheng!"

People's discussions came into Wang Chen's ears. The rich second generation was quite brainy. After knowing the old man's identity, he obediently closed his mouth.

Seeing that the situation below was settled, the auctioneer shouted: "Tao Hongjing's painting scroll, Mr. Sun Guozheng's bid for two million yuan. Is there any higher price?"

Everyone shut up. Even if the person who had the money to buy the scroll did not offer, it was considered to give Sun Guozheng a face.

"Two million-once!"

"Two million-second!"

"Two million-three..."

"Two million and three thousand!"

Just as Yan Ning was about to bid, a weak voice suddenly sounded in the venue. Everyone was uproaring, and all lowered their heads to find the source of the sound.

Sun Guozheng, who was sitting in the private room, raised his lower brows and gently opened his eyes that had been squinting, and was also looking for the bidder.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on the auctioneer's forehead. He remembered the owner of this voice - the crazy Taoist priest who came to sell thirty-six golden needles not long ago.

"Ahem, Senior Nanfeng, as far as I know, you shouldn't have two million, right?" the auctioneer said awkwardly.

An old man in ragged clothes walked out of the crowd. The old man was holding a black gourd in his hand, which contained unknown wine. He swayed and took a sip of the wine, burping and said:

"I don't have two million now, but my thirty-six golden needles will be more than two million later. If you ask your manager to lend me some of them first, I will ask you to buy this scroll. After my golden needle is sold, I will pay him back!"

Yan Ning walked to the glass and frowned and looked at the crazy Taoist priest. The crazy Taoist priest looked empty, but in fact he had a different style. His eyes were erratic, but he could always reveal a little bit of light.

"Who are you?" Yan Ning said to himself in a deep voice.

Sun Guozheng didn't expect that the old man who was competing with him for the picture was such an old man. He sneered and said to the downstairs: "Old guy, no one can compete with me in the entire Hong Kong gate."

The Crazy Taoist was not scared by Sun Guozheng's words at all: "I'm not a Hong Kong sector, I'm afraid you will have a ball!"

Sun Guozheng was so humiliated by the mad Taoist priest, and immediately snorted coldly and slapped the chair angrily. But in public, he couldn't just treat the mad Taoist priest directly, so he could only shake his head and give up and not compete with him for this picture.

The auctioneer was a little embarrassed, but the rules were like this, and he could do nothing. With three hammers, the scroll finally fell into the hands of the crazy Taoist priest for two million and three thousand.

Yan Ning did not compete with the mad Taoist priest again for this scroll, although it was also his founder. He vaguely felt that he would meet this mad Taoist priest again, at least Yan Ning would definitely ask him for the origin of the thirty-six golden needles.

At this time, the door of Yan Ning's private room was pushed open, and Yang Lei, wearing a red suit, walked in. He held his eyes and said, "How is the situation?"

"Xiaoya and the others don't know where they are going." Yan Ning shook his head and said.

"Do I need to send someone to find it?" Yang Lei asked.

Yan Ning shook his head: "Now there are not many people you and I can believe, so we can't alarm the snake. If the person next door finds out, it will be troublesome."

Yang Lei knew that Wu Jing was sitting next door, so he sighed: "It seems that Zeng Fan has not appeared yet."

"He will show up."

Yan Ning and Yang Lei didn't know that there was a bomb in the venue, and Zhuang Xiaoya and the others didn't know what the auction was like now.

Zhuang Xiaoya and her group were resting in the staff passage at this time. They removed two bombs that were enough to blow them to pieces. The three of them were physically and mentally exhausted.

"Fortunately, I learned bomb disposal technology when I was in the army, otherwise it would be troublesome this time." Teng Yi said.

Zhuang Xiaoya sighed: "The last bomb, I don't know where it is, we must find it."

"Two bombs were just removed and they were placed around the load-bearing wall of the entire building, but why can't the last bomb be found?" Zhang Quan sighed.

The lost contact between Meow Dabao and everyone, and it is not clear whether it found the last bomb.

At this moment, Zhuang Xiaoya's eyes suddenly lit up and she said, "Do you know who the person Zeng Fan wants to kill the most in Abraham?"

"Wu Jing?" Teng Yi asked.

"That idiot, Zeng Fan doesn't need to worry about killing him." Zhuang Xiaoya said bluntly.

Zhang Quan said: "That can only be Yang Lei."

Zhuang Xiaoya shook her head again: "Yang Lei is only part of the Hong Kong Gate... I think the person Zeng Fan wants to kill the most should be Yan Ning."

Tengyi and Zhang Quan couldn't help but widen their eyes when they heard this: "What do you mean..."

"We must find Yan Ning immediately now!" Zhuang Xiaoya said, stood up and ran towards the second floor.

...

"The next auction item is thirty-six golden needles. Yan Ning, even if you bid, no matter how high the price you sell, it will be counted on me."

Yang Lei looked at the auction table and said.

Yan Ning did not be polite to Yang Lei, and nodded silently, staring at the auction table with his eyes tightly.

Before the curtain, the auctioneer said with a blush on his face: "Next, it is the highlight of our auction tonight - the thirty-six golden needles from Wumen, Maoshan!"
Chapter completed!