"Okay, then let's start the auction, Mr. Yang, what do you think is a suitable price?" Steward Sun could only helplessly agree, and asked Yang Hongdao.
"I don't know much about this. How about starting the auction at 10,000 taels and raising the price no less than 1,000 taels each time?" Yang Hong said. This is what Ms. Zhao Si ordered. The higher the starting point, the deeper the pit can be dug, and the harder Mu Hanyan can fall.
"Okay, then let's start. Shooting starts at 10,000 taels, and it must not be lower than 1,000 taels each time." Guanshi Sun said.
"I'll offer 11,000 taels." Yuan Tianbo glanced at Mu Hanyan provocatively, and took the lead in making an offer.
"Twelve thousand taels." Acting, of course, must be realistic, and Mu Hanyan followed without showing any weakness.
"Thirteen thousand taels." Yuan Tianbo pressed him step by step.
"Fourteen thousand taels. Mu Hanyan refused to budge.
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The two raised the price unhurriedly, and the fire was picked up bit by bit.
The crowd of onlookers all smacked their lips. The starting price was 10,000 taels when it came up, and it was obvious that the two of them were angry. They didn't know how high the final transaction price would be, so they also became excited.
All of a sudden, the auction hall became full of anger.
"20,000." Seeing that Mu Hanyan's fire was picked up, Yuan Tianbo directly raised the price to 20,000. He didn't want to dawdle and wait for a good show.
"Twenty-five thousand taels." Mu Hanyan pretended to be enthusiastic, and directly added five thousand taels.
"Thirty thousand." Yuan Tianbo wished that Mu Hanyan would be impulsive, the more impulsive the better, he looked at Mu Hanyan contemptuously, and directly put on the posture that I would smash you to death with money.
"40,000." Mu Hanyan really "got the trick", and added another 10,000 without hesitation.
"Fifty thousand." Yuan Tianbo became even more excited when he saw that Mu Hanyan had been tricked, and continued to add fuel to the fire.
Mu Hanyan hesitated for a moment. It would be bad for the person who dug the pit to accidentally bury himself. The price is already high enough, so why not just bury Yuan Tianbo
"Brother Mu, you must never let a villain like Yuan Tianbo succeed. What is his identity and what is your identity? If you lose to him, how will you have the face to face others in the future?"**** Fan Jian Mu Hanyan seemed a little hesitant, and began to fan the wind and light wildfire again.
"Sixty thousand." Mu Hanyan looked at Yuan Tianbo's expression. Fifty thousand should not be the bottom limit of Yuan Tianbo, and the pit can be dug a little deeper.
"Brother is mighty, that's the way it should be, use money to kill that little bastard Yuan Tianbo." ****Fan saw that Mu Hanyan's brain continued to heat up because of his words, and flattered him excitedly.
Outside the hall, the third elder sighed, and Mu Huaidong, who was standing beside him, turned his head away contemptuously.
They came today to invite Qu Shanling to make a fortune teller for Mu Ziqing, but they didn't expect to see this scene just in time.
Others don't understand the entanglements and grievances between Mu Hanyan and the children of the Black Rock City family, nor their personalities, so they may not be able to see anything, but they know a lot. Based on the three elders' decades of experience in life, and Mu Huaidong's winks from years of experience outside, they could already tell that something was not quite right.
"This Mu Hanyan, don't you suspect that Yuan Tianbo is in the same group as the **** Fan? One sings the red face, the other sings the bad face, and deliberately lures him into the trap." The third elder said with a sigh.
Originally, after hearing Qu Shanling's unscrupulous praise, his impression of Mu Hanyan changed a little. He felt that he was just a small and ignorant man, and he didn't make any big mistakes. At this point, maybe he can really become a talent.
But now, witnessing his stupidity again, he began to doubt Qu Shanling's judgment.