Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei who repeatedly returns from the game

The extremely spacious conference hall was packed with people. A rough estimate was that there were probably several thousand people!

You know, even at the quietest time, with so many people gathered together, the subtle sounds of clothes rubbing against each other and the sounds of everyone's breathing combined together, the volume must be at least more than 20 decibels!

However, at this moment, the entire venue was as silent as death, without a single noise being heard.

Lu Mingfei did not open his dazzling golden eyes, but simply used the remaining majestic aura of Chu Zihang to successfully intimidate this group of bigwigs who usually could make waves in the world and had tremendous power!

The auctioneer standing on the stage presiding over the auction was also an outstanding mixed-race, but at this moment his throat seemed to be stuck by some invisible object. No matter how hard he tried, facing Lu Mingfei's eyes as cold as a knife, he couldn't utter a single word!

Finally, a slight vibration came from the auctioneer's pocket, as if a bolt of lightning broke through the suffocating silence.

The auctioneer, who had always been gentle and elegant, now completely ignored the trivial rule of not answering the phone on the stage.

He answered the phone without hesitation, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

Although the voice on the other end of the phone was not loud, one could still vaguely make out the low and steady voice of a middle-aged man.

However, as to what the man said specifically, it is shrouded in mystery and no one can know.

Everyone could only watch as the auctioneer listened to the entire conversation respectfully, and all the emotions that had just been revealed on his face instantly disappeared, like the calm sea after a storm, regaining his original energetic and radiant look.

"clatter!"

With a clear and pleasant sound, the auctioneer's gavel gently struck the table.

Then he announced in a loud and magnetic voice:

"Hello everyone, we have just received exciting news - the owner of this extremely valuable porcelain has generously decided to set the starting price for it at... just one dollar!"

As he spoke, his eyes vaguely glanced in the direction where Lu Mingfei was, and the deep meaning contained in his eyes was intriguing.

But Lu Mingfei's perception was so sharp that he noticed the strange look in just a moment, but he did not show any abnormality, as if everything was under control.

Just now, his intention could not be more obvious - he wanted to severely disrupt this auction!

However, when the mysterious phone call came, Lu Mingfei felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, and for a moment he didn't know how to deal with the situation.

Are they trying to please me and win me over?

Or maybe it's because he knows how powerful I am and doesn't dare to offend me easily, so he chooses to back down?

Lu Mingfei pondered secretly, trying to figure out these people's true intentions.

But faced with these families that had been passed down for thousands of years, he really couldn't figure out their situation.

As the auctioneer finished speaking, the scene fell into silence, and no one was willing to raise the price.

In this way, the originally priceless royal porcelain finally fell into Lu Mingfei's hands at an extremely low price of only one dollar.

Soon after, more rare and precious treasures appeared one after another: there were ancient artifacts from the Bronze Age, exuding the quaint atmosphere of time; there were also rare alchemical instruments, flashing a mysterious light; even the legendary dragon blood appeared on this auction table.

Each item is a unique treasure in the world, attracting the attention of everyone present.

At this time, the bidding price was soaring, breaking through the tens of millions of dollars mark in a blink of an eye. The abnormality caused by the previous episode was swept away, the whole scene was extremely hot, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Lu Mingfei sat there quietly, watching the auction going on on the stage with calm eyes.

He did not show much interest in the items displayed earlier and did not bid again.

After all, these things didn't have much practical use for him.

Moreover, he knew very well that if he bought the items himself, the school would never reimburse him.

He was unwilling to waste his hard-earned money on things that had nothing to do with official business.

I can’t just give away the money I worked so hard to earn to those people!

As time passed, the auction gradually came to an end.

Just when everyone thought it was about to end, an unexpected scene appeared - an auctioneer's assistant slowly walked onto the stage pushing a heavy cart.

On the car was a huge, ink-black, hard-shelled box.

This mysterious box seemed to exude an irresistible attraction, attracting the attention of everyone present.

The auctioneer walked gracefully to the cart with a smile on his face.

He put on snow-white gloves and carefully placed his palm on the lid of the black hardshell case.

Then he raised his head and scanned the entire venue, as if trying to find an expression of expectation or curiosity on everyone's face.

At this moment, the entire venue was silent, and everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next.

"This is an extraordinary item. All the auctioneers were shocked when they saw it. It is very beautiful and the pinnacle of craftsmanship, but unfortunately, we don't know its heritage or even its age, so we can't set a suitable starting price for it. With the seller's permission, this will be a rare auction with a zero starting price. Each bid increase can be one dollar." The auctioneer raised a finger. "Don't miss this rare opportunity. It's only one dollar!

Lu Mingfei was a little stunned. The thing in the box seemed to be a living thing. He could hear familiar breathing sounds coming from inside.

The lid of the box opens. Alchemical sword?

Seven deadly sins!

It's like meeting an old friend again.

With a slight "creak" sound, the entire box was finally completely opened, as if a treasure box hiding endless secrets was revealed before everyone.

As the lid of the box slowly rose, seven swords shining with cold light were neatly displayed inside, like a well-trained army, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

These seven treasures are undoubtedly extremely rare and precious. They were forged by the legendary King of Bronze and Fire himself!

Lu Mingfei once used one of the swords to pierce Old Tang's abdomen... Whenever he recalled that moment, an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart.

Lu Mingfei didn't like this set of swords, instead he felt a little disgusted with it.

So even though this set of swords was extremely precious, Lu Mingfei did not feel the slightest regret when he discarded it.

However, things are unpredictable, and today I meet him again as if it were fate.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar objects in front of him, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

At this moment, people in the audience were whispering and talking.

Obviously, they knew nothing about the true origin of these swords and simply regarded them as exquisite works of art.

Nevertheless, since there was no starting bid price, the guests present were happy to take this opportunity to have some fun and add a little bit of entertainment.

"Okay, $1!" someone held up a sign.

"Two dollars!" Someone immediately followed up and the guests all smiled generously.

"3 USD!"

"4 USD!"

At this moment, the auctioneer was in an embarrassing situation. Faced with such a high-quality work of art, even if it was carefully made using today's most advanced modern industrial technology, its value was by no means a small amount - at least tens of thousands of US dollars were needed to purchase it.

However, at this moment, he was faced with a thorny problem: how to deal with these enthusiastic guests who kept bidding?

On the one hand, he knew that as an experienced and well-respected auctioneer, he should remain calm and professional.

Abruptly interrupting customers' ongoing quotation process may not only cause their dissatisfaction and disgust, but may also be seen as a lack of basic professional ethics.

On the other hand, watching the increasingly outrageous price trend, the auctioneer could not help but feel a little worried. If the situation continued to develop, the final transaction price would likely far exceed the market value of the artwork itself. By then, both the buyer and the seller might suffer unnecessary losses. This was obviously not the result he expected.

Thus, the auctioneer was caught in a dilemma.

Until a casual yet charming female voice sounded.

"Two hundred thousand."