The things Zhou Zhijie looks at must have their value.

They can't see it, it's their fault.

After this episode, most people began to pay serious attention to this round of bidding.

The man wearing sunglasses in the northeast corner muttered: "You're calling me a bastard."

But he was also very depressed. Zhou Zhijie, a woman, had intervened. In terms of wealth, he couldn't compare with that snake and scorpion woman.

"Twenty-five millionth..."

Before the auctioneer could finish the sentence "Twenty-five million for the first time", and everyone was still immersed in the scene of Zhou Zhijie participating in the bidding, someone else made a bid in the southwest corner.

"Twenty-six million."

The voice wasn't too loud, it was an old man quoting.

The old man did not hide his face, but he was very strange and no one knew him.

Counting him, there are already three bidders participating in the bidding.

This situation is completely different from what everyone estimated in advance.

"Twenty-seven million!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the man wearing big sunglasses in the northeast corner raised the sign again and quickly shouted out a new price.

Just as the auctioneer's eyes turned toward the man, another voice came from the front row: "Twenty-eight million!"

The one who made the quotation was actually a monk wearing cassocks and wearing a majestic appearance!

The bidding process was so fast, and people of various identities participated, and the onlookers were a little dumbfounded.

They sensed that the atmosphere of the auction was becoming tense, and it seemed that the bidding would become more and more fierce.

When the price of 28 million was shouted out, the auctioneer looked towards the monk, and after a brief glance, the old man in the southwest corner who was not very energetic immediately started bidding.

"thirty million."

He called out the new price.

"Thirty-one million!" the man wearing sunglasses suddenly shouted.

"Thirty-two million!" The great monk raised the price directly with a smile on his face.

"Thirty-four million." The old man in the southwest corner slowly raised the sign.

The bidding sounds of the three people were continuous without even a pause. Such frequent and close bidding made the atmosphere a lot more tense. The sound in the hall was completely quiet, and everyone was paying attention.

"Thirty-eight million!"

Zhou Zhijie, who had not bid for a long time, spoke out again.

This time, she directly increased the price by four million!

Among the people, many gasped.

The starting price of the jade box was 15 million, and in less than a minute, it had already been raised to 38 million. This increase is quite terrifying!

Just when everyone thought that Zhou Zhijie deliberately shouted out the price to shock other bidders, it should be close to the final transaction price. The other bidders would either quit or at least weigh it carefully. But what they didn't expect was that the situation was completely different.

It's not what they think.

"Thirty-nine million!" the man wearing sunglasses shouted directly.

"Forty million!" The great monk followed closely, unwilling to fall behind.

"Fourty-one million." The sick old man was the last bidder, but he obviously didn't hesitate at all.

The world is crazy. This is a thought that comes to many people.

The bidding was so intense that it was no longer targeted at anyone.

Many people even wanted to use foul language.

Damn, when the price was 38 million, I thought it would shock a few bidders, but I didn’t know that this round of bidding was so high that the tide seemed to have just begun?

It was only then that everyone believed that the auctioneer was not farting. This jade box indeed caused a specific person to grab it like crazy.

The atmosphere at the scene was actually brought to its highest peak since filming began.

There were not many people bidding, but every one of them was determined to win the jade box. Bidding was very frustrating and had no friends.

"hateful."

Even Zhou Zhijie cursed in a low voice, obviously not expecting that the jade box she was interested in would trigger such a fierce rush.

"Mr. Long, could it be that the body refiner, the great monk, and the sick old ghost all have the same purpose as ours, that they want to bring the jade box to Yantan to seek employment?"

Zhou Zhijie had to be so suspicious.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why those three people were so crazy.

The person Zhou Zhijie respectfully called "Mr. Long" was the middle-aged man with a beard that Wang Lun had noticed.

This person has a feminine temperament, and his narrow eyes are usually lowered, but once he looks at someone, they can easily see that his eyes are like snake eyes, without any emotion.

Even when talking to Zhou Zhijie at this moment, Mr. Long still had no mood swings.

"Ms. Zhou is overly worried. The man who is practicing body training has not even begun to have inner strength. No matter in terms of vision or strength, he is not qualified to go to Yantan to seek for that matter."

"That monk, a Buddhist, does not know how to kill, but that sick old ghost, that man is terminally ill and needs the help of a jade box to recuperate his body."

Zhou Zhijie had to admire the Taoist master who was invited here. In such a short time, he could clearly see these competitors.

She couldn't help but ask: "Except for the sick old ghost, what is the purpose of the other two people who want to bid for the jade box?"

Mr. Long shook his head sincerely, saying that he didn't know, but he added: "Ms. Zhou can rest assured that at least the three people who have appeared so far will not come with us."

Zhou Zhijie couldn't help but frowned when she heard the second half of the words.

From what Mr. Long said, someone might join in later and fight for the jade box?

Zhou Zhijie didn't want to waste any more time and sneered.

These three people have finished playing, and it's her turn next.

"Forty-five million!"

Zhou Zhijie raised the bidding price of 41 million from the sick old man by another 4 million.

She showed that she was determined to get the jade box.

Finally, she found a jade box in Suzhou that perfectly met the requirements, and she had to get it.

Even in Jinling, a place bigger than Suzhou, she could not find such a perfect jade box. This time she wanted to see who dared to snatch what Zhou Zhijie wanted!

as expected.

As soon as the price of 45 million was announced, the whole place fell into silence, as if the air had stopped flowing.

The remaining three bidders, a burly man wearing large sunglasses, held his head in his hands, and the other one muttered bitterly.

"This girl from the Zhou family is too cruel. She clearly doesn't want to give us a chance to continue bidding!"

He felt that the opponent's move had crucified him, and he could only withdraw.

The great monk sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai smiled bitterly at this moment. After reciting Amitabha, he simply closed his eyes, leaving only his cassock swaying slightly in the cold wind indoors.

Since the female donor has shown so much courage, let the jade box be left to the female donor to fight with others, and he withdraws.

The sick old man lowered his head and glanced at his hands, which were already as thin as wood. There was only a thin layer of skin left sticking to the chicken claw-like fingers.

He was already terminally ill.

Then, the old man raised his head, and there was a look of unwillingness in his cloudy eyes.

The jade box can not only regulate his body, but also fully integrate the medicinal properties of various medicinal materials to neutralize it when preparing medicine.

He didn't want to die, but wanted to live for a while longer, and the jade box provided this possibility.

"So what about the Zhou family? I, Wen Yuanlong, don't want to see the Lord of Hell yet. I have to live for a few more days!"

The old man put down his hands and pressed them on the armrest. His terrifying chicken claw-like hands seemed to possess some kind of power at once.

He held up the sign.

In his mouth, he slowly shouted a number.

"Forty-six million."

"Forty-eight million!" Zhou Zhijie frowned, her voice became colder, and she was obviously in a bad mood.

"Forty-nine million." The old man looked at Zhou Zhijie without raising his head, and his hands on the armrest seemed to become more powerful.

But a girl in her twenties sitting next to him looked at her grandfather nervously and worriedly, knowing that this offer had reached the limit of what her grandfather could bear.

She prayed that the Zhou family member could give up.

But the next moment, Zhou Zhijie continued to quote without hesitation.

"Fifty million!"

Zhou Zhijie's voice became colder again, with a warning to everyone.
To be continued...