When Ye Feng heard Wei Qingxuan complaining about the auctioneer for holding the auction at night, he smiled but did not point it out.
The Shaman family arranged the auction at night because not all of their family members are humans, there are also vampires, who of course cannot appear during the day.
The people in the living room, upon receiving the news that the auction was about to begin, all went to the conference room.
It was a multi-purpose hall with a booth at the front, round tables placed underneath and some exquisite folding chairs placed around the tables.
The round table was covered with a neat white tablecloth, with a cloisonné vase in the center, from which a few bright, colorful flowers stretched out.
Wei Qingxuan brought Lu Qingqing and Su Xiaoqin to a round table nearby, not far from the front booth.
"Since you are here, come and watch the fun with us."
Sitting down at the small round table, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Okay, how much is this castle worth?"
"The seller's starting bid is 2 billion, and I estimate it will eventually reach 5 billion."
"So much, this castle is in such a state of disrepair, is it worth it?"
"Two billion is still worth it, but five billion is a bit high. We'll see how the situation plays out."
Ye Feng wanted to persuade Wei Qingxuan not to participate in the bidding, because this castle belonged to Duke Shaman, and he was an elder of the Witch Council. The Witch Council must have a purpose in auctioning this castle, and it seemed that their purpose was not simple.
The buyer's area below the stage was basically full of people. On the front podium, there were four seats for sellers, with three people sitting on them, including Paul, the arrogant one who claimed to be the contemporary heir of the Shaman family.
However, Paul's seat was not in the middle of the podium, but at the very edge.
There were two people sitting next to Paul, a couple.
A middle-aged man with a gloomy face and a fair-skinned and beautiful middle-aged woman. The collar of the middle-aged woman's evening dress covered her neck, but from her lifeless eyes, it could be seen that the middle-aged woman was often in a state of blood loss.
Even without the divine eye, Ye Feng could feel that the middle-aged man was a vampire of high status.
Paul carefully told the middle-aged man something. The middle-aged man whispered a few words to him, as if giving him some instructions. Paul hurried out.
The seat in the middle of the rostrum has always been empty, obviously reserved for a more important person.
A clear sound of footsteps was heard, sounding a little familiar.
Ye Feng turned around and saw that it was none other than Allen, the new president of the Witch Society.
Paul led Alan over with a wry smile on his face, while Alan had a smug look on his face. As he walked, he looked at the exquisite carvings around the castle.
Seeing Alan coming, the middle-aged man had a complicated expression, a little helpless and a little awed. He quickly stood up and nodded to Alan.
Even though they were at a distance, Ye Feng could hear every word they said. Even if they spoke in a low voice, it could not escape Ye Feng's ears.
The middle-aged man said respectfully: "Dear President, you are finally here."
"Is everything ready for the auction?"
The middle-aged man still had a doubtful tone: "Mr. President, the auction has been prepared a long time ago, but I want to ask, does Elder Shaman really want to sell this castle? This is the only property of our Shaman family."
A sly look flashed in Allen's eyes. "Elder Shaman's injuries have not healed yet. He has no choice but to sell this only castle to treat his injuries. I have contacted one of the world's top magic laboratories, but they want 2 billion for treatment. You know, Elder Shaman is not an ordinary person. He is an elder in our association. In order to cure him, our witch association has also made a lot of efforts."
Hearing this, Ye Feng was a little confused. How did Elder Shaman get injured
Before entering the world of immortality, I had injured Elder Shaman, but with the vampire's super strong self-healing ability, he should be able to recover in half a year.
"but… "
"You don't believe me and want to ask Elder Shaman in person? Okay, come with me now and I'll take you to see Elder Shaman."
Alan's tone turned cold, and the powerful pressure made the middle-aged man breathless.
A trace of cold sweat oozed from the middle-aged man's forehead, and he quickly smiled and said, "No need, since the president said so, we will definitely do as you say."
Alan sneered contemptuously and sat down on the middle chair. "You have to do it well, otherwise the elders of the witch association will be angry and you won't get a penny. I finally negotiated with Elder Shaman to give you 10%. You have to know that if Elder Shaman doesn't give you a penny, you can't do anything."
"Yes, thank you for your help, President. Someone, pour some wine for the President."
Alan looked around the auction site and his eyes met Ye Feng's. Ye Feng raised his glass to Alan with a smile and transmitted a thought to him.
"President Allen, long time no see."
Alan had just taken a goblet of red wine from a waiter. When he saw Ye Feng, he was so scared that he shivered and the goblet in his hand fell to pieces, spilling the wine all over the floor.
Thinking that the waiter had not held the cup properly, Paul yelled at the waiter, "How can you do your job? You can't even hold a cup properly."
The waiter was so scared that he almost knelt down and quickly handed over another glass of wine.
After taking the wine glass, Alan quickly stood up and walked towards Ye Feng with a smile. He looked respectful and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. He thought Ye Feng was here to kill him.
He knew that if Ye Feng wanted to kill him, with his abilities, he would not be able to stop Ye Feng at all.
He sat down beside Ye Feng with a smile and clinked glasses with him: "Hello, Mr. Ye, long time no see."
"Long time no see, President Allen. You've gained some weight recently."
Allen spoke in an official tone, "Really? How can I be fat? There are too many things to do in the club. I often stay up late to work. How can I be fat if I don't eat well or sleep well? Mr. Ye is joking."
From the conversation between Allen and the middle-aged man, Ye Feng learned that the auction of Shaman Castle was authorized by the Duke of Shaman and supervised by Allen.
Given Elder Shaman's temper, he wouldn't sell his castle easily. This auction was obviously planned by Allen.
Elder Shaman was not only injured, but his condition was probably beyond recovery. That's why Alan dared to falsely speak in the name of Duke Shaman and demand that the castle belonging to Duke Shaman be auctioned off.
The middle-aged man is the descendant of Elder Shaman, and the castle is now managed by him. Alan used chicken feathers as a token of authority and forced him to auction the castle in the name of Duke Shaman, and he could only get 10% of the money from the auction of the castle.
Allen wanted to make a fortune from it and take 90% of the money from the auction of the castle.
Seeing Alan holding a glass of wine and drinking with a Chinese man, the middle-aged man and Paul realized that the other party was not simple, and hurried over with wine glasses.