Because the treasure has not been delivered yet, Wang Xuan can wait.
And the mysterious antique token was moved to Taiwan …
Chapter seventy-three Yuan never sleeps in the sky.
After taking the token, Manager Liu smiled and introduced it.
"This thing was excavated from the ancient tomb of Canglan Mountain, and I Xiao Jiafeng can’t tell the origin of it. It’s a rare treasure to see which master is interested in taking it. The reserve price is 500 Xuan copper ingots plus 1200 sycamore!"
When this statement came out, people whispered.
Not curious, but talking to each other is mostly about the future. Obviously, there is no interest in Taiwan tokens.
While Wang Xuan carefully observed.
As in the same time, the token is quaint, old and strange, and there is no trace of spirit.
Next to Mo Huai, she stared at the stage and her eyes gleamed faintly.
Wang Xuan glanced at it and didn’t bother.
Mo Huai-xian, like his uncle, worships in Shanhaiyuan, but he can’t eat sword practice, and it’s hard for people to joke and enter the court. Officials prefer all kinds of miscellaneous studies and tricks.
When the light in Mo Huai’s idle eyes dispersed, Wang Xuan asked in a low voice, "Does Brother Mo recognize this thing?"
Mo Huaixian shook his head and frowned. "The method of observing things and taking images in our hospital is the best way to capture the charm. Everything can take images to observe the shape. This thing should be covered by some kind of occult technique. Maybe … we can get a glimpse of it."
"Add 50 Xuan copper ingots" to an old stereo.
Wang Xuan turned his head and saw that he was an old man with a white beard. Although he embroidered his coat, fox, mink and fur, he gave people a faint sadness.
"It’s Zhou Yiqing, who was scattered in the western grave pavilion."
Mo Huai shook his head and whispered, "This man is a scholar who has fallen behind and studied in the school. The old-fashioned and decent painter is definitely not a bloody clothes thief."
His meaning is clear to Wang Xuan.
Today, the only way to get something is to borrow someone else’s hand to buy it.
Wang Xuan mused, "You mean the boss Zhou was intimidated and the Chen brothers came to spy on others?"
Mo Huai nodded casually and then sighed, "This is why I want to fight for the reason that Mo’s family will be run over by a noble family. It is indisputable that I can’t escape the fate of chess, but I want to protect myself …"
Wang Xuan looked calm and didn’t speak.
His goal for the future has always been clear.
Strong keeps getting stronger.
Not only ourselves, but also an enemy regiment.
Strong enough for people to dare to provoke strong enough to protect everything and win the illusory immortal heaven …
……
After Zhou Yiqing’s bid, he was also contested.
The old man didn’t look sad or happy, and the guests in Zhao’s steward’s face were even more secretive and waiting for the auction to end.
The sunset outside the window is gradually setting.
Kangyuan City seems to be alive. Crowds in the streets and lanes are surging, and lanterns of different colors light up the whole city. The Jianghu artists fire and play magic tricks, and the beasts cause bursts of applause from time to time. In the night, fireworks are blooming and lively.
The auction ended smoothly, without any exception.
Zhao Guantai surrendered and smiled, "The auction of fellow Jianghu people has officially ended. The Xiao family has prepared a banquet and invited Chen Xianyu from Tsing Yi Pavilion to perform for the Yuan Festival. You must attend."