Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

The atmosphere of the on-site auction was very lively, and it could be seen from the bidding that there were many wealthy people.

Although Wen Shiyun cannot use objects to trace back dynasties and distinguish authenticity like the male protagonist, she can distinguish some special items.

For example, whether it is attached with negative energy, or whether it comes from normal channels.

People coming out of tombs usually carry a negative energy, and she can tell it at a glance.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curl her lips and snort when she thought about the fact that the man had hidden it from her and came to the auction house.

She is so useful, but you didn't bring her here. You have no vision.

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The auction price of this porcelain has been rising.

She secretly observed the people who raised the price, but still didn't see the person she was looking for. The small manual in her hand stopped on a worn hexagonal bell.

This bell was the only one she liked among the many items at auction, and she had a vague feeling that the man would definitely buy it.

"Okay, this gentleman has raised the price to 2 million. Is there anyone else who would like to raise the price?"

"3--"

"2--"

"1--"

"Okay, congratulations to this gentleman for winning this lot for 2 million."

It was an astronomical figure. Wen Shiyun couldn't help but smack her lips in amazement. Her one million wasn't even enough to make a splash here.

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"The next lot, an unnamed one, is estimated by experts to be a bell dating back to at least the Warring States and Han dynasties."

She immediately perked up; this was the one she had been eyeing for a long time.

The woman on the stage lifted the red cloth, revealing the hexagonal bell.

Wen Shiyun looked up at the object on the stage. The thick yin energy made the bell bulge out, but it just happened to be contained inside, unable to move in or out, achieving a strange balance.

There was also a leather painting with a strange pattern hanging under the bell. It was unclear whether it was written or painted. Staring at it for a long time would easily cause headaches and dizziness, or even hallucinations, just like the first time she saw the thousand-year-old bloodstone.

She originally thought that no one would buy this item because of its shabby and weird appearance. After all, it looked like a broken bell to the naked eye, and it did not look good.

But surprisingly, there were quite a few people bidding, but the bids were not high. It was probably because they did not know its specific value and were tentatively bidding with their spare money.

She gritted her teeth and looked at her balance. After spending one million on admission tickets, she only had about one million left on her.

She was about to starve to death. She had told Ling Yanling before that she had enough money. If you ask her again now, she would definitely not say that.

The bid reached 50 and no one raised the price for a long time.

Could it be that Ling Yanling really doesn’t want to shoot?

Wen Shiyun looked around, gritted her teeth, raised the sign, and said in a clear voice, "One million."

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The auction house also has a second floor, which is reserved for special customers. A man wearing a white mask leaned lazily on the sofa, his eyes half-closed and dark.

He raised his hand slightly and was about to increase the price when he heard a familiar female voice coming from downstairs. He frowned slightly and looked downstairs, his eyes fixed on the woman with a beautiful figure in a purple cheongsam.

Even though she was wearing a purple veil, he recognized her at a glance.

"how come?"

Wu Qingyu, who was standing next to him, obviously saw it as well. He stood stiffly and didn't dare to look at the boss's reaction.

"Qingyu?" He never showed his anger on his face, but now his eyes were slightly depressed, and his gloom was so intense that it made people feel uneasy. Wu Qingyu, who was closest to him, felt it most clearly.

"Did you tell her?"

Wu Qingyu pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and stood aside with his back straight.

"Go back and train more, double the amount of training, and give me the report on the last tomb tomorrow."

"Yeah." Wu Qingyu felt guilty and responded quickly.

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Ling Yanling lowered her eyes slightly, stood up lazily, and lit a cigarette with a crisp sound of steel from the lighter in her hand.

Then he spoke loudly, his tone lazy, "What are you waiting for? Add."

"Two million." Wu Qingyu raised the sign in his hand.

Immediately, an older voice from the other side of the second floor followed suit after hearing him bid.

"300."

He chuckled, put his hands on the second-floor railing, held the cigarette in his mouth in a frivolous manner, and put the lighter back into his pocket smoothly.

Then he bent his thumb slightly, clenched the remaining fingers into a fist, made a lighter lighting gesture, and said with a lazy smile,

"What a coincidence, I followed."

The evil and wildness in his eyes could not be hidden.

The whole place was silent, and no one raised the price for a while.

This gesture, in underground auctions, is the gesture of lighting a sky lantern, meaning that no matter how much you add, I will follow suit.

If you are crazy, he will be crazier than you.

Those who can get a position on the second floor are basically not easy to deal with. This is a consensus among the old hands on the scene.

Since people have already made an effort to order something like this, there is no need for him to drive the price sky high. It would be bad if he gets himself into trouble.

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She recognized Wu Qingyu as soon as he spoke. No wonder she didn't see him after looking around the scene. It turned out that he was upstairs.

She looked up and met the man's gaze. He didn't pay any attention to the scene. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were sharp and lazy as he looked at her.

From a distance, she seemed to see the man lip-syncing.

"come over."

Wen Shiyun thought she had seen it wrong for a moment, but the next second, a waiter in white clothes bowed respectfully to her.

"Hello, Miss, the gentleman upstairs would like you to come up and communicate."

At the same time, the rose-red-dressed female host at the auction announced the results. "Alright! Congratulations to Mr. Ling on the second floor for winning this lot for 310 million!"

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Wen Shiyun bit her lower lip, still feeling inexplicably uneasy. She had rashly followed him without telling him, and she felt a little uneasy.

She took a deep breath and cheered herself up. After all, she called him, and it was because he didn't answer the phone that she had to resort to such a desperate measure and ran here directly, so she couldn't be blamed.

She stood up and walked to the stairs, going up step by step. As soon as she reached the second floor, she was pulled into the arms of the man.

Ling Yanling's deep voice entered her ears, causing a slight tingling sensation.

"You're so brave, you dare to come to any place alone, huh?"

The last rising tone made her feel weak all over and her face flushed.

Just now when she raised the sign to bid, many people were watching her secretly.

Those who were secretly coveting her were waiting for an opportunity to pounce, but she was the only one who was completely unaware of it.

Newcomers without capital and status will probably be eaten to the bone here.

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Wen Shiyun bit her lower lip and tilted her head, obviously a little dissatisfied.

"You don't answer my calls, and you're usually nowhere to be seen. If you don't see me, I'll have to come find you myself."

She has always been a person who does what she thinks, just like when she made the decisive decision to work for him.

She fights for it on her own, and no matter what the conditions are or how dangerous it is, she will not back down.

She is Wen Shiyun, and she doesn't need others to make any decisions based on what they think is good for her. She is also responsible for her own decisions and her own life.

Hearing the soft complaints and dissatisfaction in the woman's words, he lowered his eyebrows to look at her, and his fierce aura subsided, and his tone relaxed slightly.

"Are you unhappy?"

The man raised the corners of his lips slightly, pinched her cheeks, and said in a lazy tone with a hint of smile,

"My bad, I didn't see your call."

"No, it's not this." Wen Shiyun pursed her lips and looked at him, her eyes straight, as if she wanted to see into his heart.

"Why did you ask Jin Xuncheng to take care of me after you left? And why did you ask him to teach me how to shoot?"