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The auctioneer picked up the mahogany card and replaced it with a slightly mysterious tone, "Everyone, this is an object from a mysterious tribe in Africa, like a mahogany, but it cannot be detected by modern technology. Its age has a mysterious symbol on it, and there should be a mysterious and ancient story behind it. Like, please bid, the starting price is 100,000, and the price will increase every 10,000! "

Everyone looked at the Taomu card, and I felt a little familiar, and I couldn't remember where I saw it, except Luo Yingjin.

Luo Yingjin has always been paying attention to Yang Zimei, including the pendant on her neck, because it really does not match her dress.

He turned to look at Yang Zi's neck.

Sure enough, the same peach card was hung on her neck, and the red rope she wore was exactly the same.

The dark black peach wood card seemed to exude a certain mysterious light on her delicate white fair slender neck.

Look at her expression again, surprised and excited.

Is there another secret to this peach card?

Luo Yingjin was interested, and while everyone was still wondering whether he should take the photo, he directly raised his price and said, "500,000!"

"what!"

The way he raised the bid price five times for the first time made everyone in the audience cried out wondering why he was bidding this way.

Luo Yingjin has his own ideas.

A price increase of 110,000 is too much trouble, and it is easy to cause others to follow the bid, because the 10 million plus the psychological pressure is not great, but if you double it several times, it will increase the psychological pressure of others. Let others not want to go crazy to compete.

"Five thousand and one thousand." Yang Zimei raised his bid.

Anyway, she wants to get this peach wood card back, but that's the dragon's amulet.

If you miss this time, you do n’t know when you will meet again next time.

Luo Ying took a quick look at her, again asking "One Million!"

Yang Zimei was so angry that he wanted to lift the table.

What kind of trouble is Luo Yingjin trying to make?

Yang Zimei looked at Song Xuan for help, "Mr. Song, lend me money and I will give you the antiques when I go home."

Song Xuan nodded, "OK."

"1.01 million." Yang Zimei raised the fee weakly. She is not a rich man with a lot of money. She is a poor man and cannot afford to spend money.

Luo Yingjin, smiled slyly at her, and continued to hold the card, "Two million!"

crazy!

Everyone present looked at Luo Yingjin like a monster, wondering why he had to buy the peach wood card so much. Is there another mystery to that wood card?

Huo Wenhua also found a peach card on Yang Zimei's neck.

"Miss Yang, despite your bidding, you don't have enough money, I'll borrow you!" Huo Wenhua is indeed an old fox who has been rolling around in the mall for decades, and his insight into people's hearts is first-rate.

Yang Zimei looked at him gratefully.

Originally, she didn't want to owe much to others.

But she must get this peach wood card!

The auctioneer's heart was shaking at the auction table. At first, she thought that the peach wood card could bid up to 300,000, but she did not expect to reach 2 million.

"Two million, once!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Does anyone else offer a higher price?"

Thinking of Huo Wenhua's powerful backing, Yang Zimei was too lazy to think about it, and he held up a card and shouted, "Three million!"

Wow!

Then came a strange cry, many people began to suspect that the peach card was unusual, otherwise, they would not bid in this abnormal bidding method.

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[Today ’s last update. Tomorrow will go out for two days, the update may not be normal, please forgive me. 】

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