As the steward finished speaking, four doormen in unicorn masks carried the last item to the edge of the auction table. The auction items were covered with black cloth.
The chief stepped forward, grabbed the black cloth and flicked it, and the items in the cage suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
Many people took a breath of air, and there was a brief silence followed by uproar and madness.
The girl in the cage has blond hair and blue eyes. She only wears a bellyband and a skirt that exposes half of her legs. Her skin is as white as snow and can be broken by a blow. She is so exposed that many men present are hanging down their curtains.
The manager introduced: "I heard that this person is from the Penglai Fairy Mountain. She cannot understand human language, and her language is not understandable to us. However, this thing is the best at singing, with charming tones, and even more charming dancing postures. The starting price One hundred taels."
“Two hundred taels.”
“Five hundred taels.”
“One thousand taels.”
…”
“Five thousand taels.”
The crowd is excited. Not only the people in the world, but also many aristocratic families are constantly increasing their prices. As long as it is stained with the words "Penglai Immortal Mountain", no matter whether it is true or false, people will rush to grab it.
The price kept rising, and in an instant it reached tens of thousands taels.
“Twenty-five thousand taels.”
The one calling out the price was Beili Songqi.
Sang Yin leaned not far away and looked in the direction of Song Qi and Chen Siqing.
“I didn’t expect Master Song to be a person who is greedy for beauty.” Lin Hui sneered.
“With so many people bidding, is it possible that they are all greedy for beauty?” Sang Yin’s eyes fell on the auction table again.
What my father wanted in his life was the Penglai Fairy Mountain. In recent years, he has sent countless ships to the East China Sea and the South China Sea. Not all was lost, and some news was returned.
The woman in the cage, with her blond hair and blue eyes, was indeed different from them. Song Qi clearly knew what his father was thinking, so it was not unusual to auction this person.
Lin Hui immediately looked aggrieved: "I didn't mean that."
Sang Yin let out a soft hum and ignored her.
Lin Hui was dissatisfied and did not dare to say anything. Her eyes fell on the fourth floor. The Prince of Xilun had not appeared today, and a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes. “Fifty-eight thousand taels…”
“Sixty thousand taels.”
…”
“One hundred and fifty thousand taels.”
The auction prices increased very quickly, and the four countries were most in need of rich people.
The blond and blue-eyed man reminded them of the sharks. According to ancient records, the sharks were blond and blue-eyed and lived in the sea beyond the reach of humans.
“Aunt Yin, isn’t that Mr. Qin?” Lin Hui exclaimed.
Sang Yin turned her head and followed her line of sight and saw Qin Zhifeng on the fifth floor. Next to him stood a 17 or 18-year-old woman. The woman was wearing a white dress and had a good appearance. She was staring at the auction table.
Her heart couldn't help but feel a little cold, she knew that it must be Song Yuening.
“Aunt Yin, is that woman the fiancée of Mr. Qin?” Lin Hui asked.
Sang Yin looked back: "I don't know."
"Aunt Yin, she must be his fiancée. Aunt Qin, Master Qin, is not good enough for you, really." Lin Hui reached out to help her.
Sang Yin avoided her hand and spoke.
“Two hundred thousand taels.”
The sound of bidding came from the other side.
“Aunt Yin set the price from the people at Zhuoran Villa, and they also wanted to take a picture of that woman.” Lin Hui spoke even more contemptuously than before: “Young Master Qin already has a fiancée, why do you want to take a picture of that woman?”
I don’t know whether Lin Hui kept mentioning the word ‘fiancée’ intentionally or not.
“The one who raised the price was the owner of Zhuoran Villa.”
“They are all a family, Aunt Yin should keep her eyes open.”
Sang Yin didn't want to argue anymore, so she turned around and left.
