After inciting the atmosphere, the female host said loudly: "The base price of this fairy relic is 100,000 yuan. Each time the price is increased, it will not be less than 10,000 yuan. The bidding starts now!"
In the audience, there was no excitement as expected by the host, but instead there was some silence.
After all, the talk about Luo Shen only exists in myths and legends. These celebrities do not believe that the so-called relics of Luo Shen are not as real as the antique calligraphy and paintings in front of them.
However, this is a charity auction after all, and tens or even millions are nothing to these celebrities.
"One hundred and fifty thousand!" A middle-aged man raised his hand and made a quote.
"Two hundred thousand!" A young girl wearing a baseball cap quoted the price. Judging from her appearance, she was clearly a high school student. She must have been instructed by an adult to spend a small amount of money as charity.
In the end, the fairy handkerchief was auctioned for half a million yuan, and no one offered it again.
Perhaps in the eyes of these celebrities, this is just an ordinary handkerchief. As for the fairy tales, no one believes it at all.
The female host had some disappointment in her eyes, but she didn't show it. She still shouted with a professional smile on her face: "This gentleman bids 500,000 yuan, is there anyone else who wants to bid?"
"Half a million once, half a million twice..."
When the host shouted for the second time, Chen Mo woke up from his memories and his expression returned to normal.
Chen Mo raised his hand and said in a serious voice: "Ten million!"
In one word, the whole place was dead silent!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Mo.
"Ten million, is this kid crazy?"
"Not to mention that this is just a worthless handkerchief. Even if it is really a relic of Luo Shen, it has no collection value. Ten million, what do you want it for?"
Zheng Yuanhao, An Keyue and others also looked at Chen Mo with shocked faces, wondering why Chen Mo was so crazy.
Yang Qianqian looked surprised: "Did I hear you right? Chen Mo offered 10 million! Does he have that much money? Did he sell the gem he got last time?"
Murong Yan'er also opened her mouth slightly and said to herself in shock: "What does Chen Mo want with a handkerchief?"
The female host on the stage was full of surprise. She looked at Chen Mo and shouted loudly: "This gentleman bids 10 million, 10 million for the first time, 10 million for the second time, 10 million for the third time!"
"Congratulations to this gentleman, this fairy handkerchief is yours!"
The female host was afraid that Chen Mo would regret it, so she impatiently made the final decision.
Chen Mo's face was expressionless, but he was extremely excited in his heart. The relics left by his junior sister were priceless treasures to him and could not be measured with money.
After the auction, Chen Mo went to the backstage to pay the money and got the seemingly ordinary pink handkerchief.
Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing did not dare to accept Chen Mo's money and expressed their willingness to donate 10 million to charity on Chen Mo's behalf. Chen Mo didn't bother to argue at all, so he refused directly and returned to the village courtyard in the city with the handkerchief.
However, just as Chen Mo left the Vientiane Hotel, an old man followed him and stopped him.
"Little brother, my master wants to ask you to talk." The old man's attitude was plain, neither humble nor overbearing, and there was no expression on his wrinkled face.
"Who is your master?" Chen Mo asked with a frown.
"Ms. Murong Yan'er's father, Jiangnan Murong Ke." Mentioning Murong Ke's name, the old man's tone was filled with pride.
Chen Mo remained calm, already guessing why Murong Ke was looking for him.
"Forget it, for Yan'er's sake, let's go see him."
Chen Mo looked at the old man and said calmly: "Lead the way."
By the Xiaoqing River, Murong Ke, tall and straight in black, stood quietly, the cigarette in his hand almost reaching the end of its burning.
Footsteps sounded, and the old man came over with Chen Mo. The old man saluted respectfully and said, "Master, I have already invited you."
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Shui." Murong Ke said warmly.
The old man stepped aside and stood bowed. He seemed too old to be blown down by a gust of wind. In fact, Chen Mo had already seen that he was a warrior at the peak of his inner realm.
Being able to hire masters at the top of the inner realm as bodyguards, the Murong family in Jiangnan really lived up to their reputation.
If an ordinary young man from a wealthy family saw Murong Ke, he would be extremely respectful and restrained and speechless. Even someone like Zheng Yuanhao would feel ashamed in front of such a big shot who is not angry or powerful.
But Chen Mo had a calm expression and walked quietly to Murong Ke's side, looking at the sparkling Xiaoqing River in front of him with indifferent eyes, as if the all-powerful Jiangnan boss in front of him was no different from a common man on the road.
Neither of them spoke, they stood quietly, the breeze blew across the Xiaoqing River, bringing a burst of fresh air.
Murong Ke's eyes were deep and his voice was a little ethereal: "What do you think of the scenery of Xiaoqing River?"
Chen Mo replied calmly: "It's beautiful."
"Have you ever seen the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers?" Murong Ke asked again.
Chen Mo shook his head: "No. But I have heard of it."
"Then what do you think of the Xiaoqing River compared with the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers?" Murong Ke continued to ask.
Chen Mo didn't answer, quietly waiting for Murong Ke's next words.
Murong Ke turned to look at Chen Mo with a cold and arrogant expression: "Why don't you answer? Or you already have the answer in your heart."
Chen Mo looked at Murong Ke, his expression still calm: "Whatever you want to say, just say it clearly. Why go through such a big detour?"
Murong Ke's face turned even colder: "Young man, you really can't keep your temper. I'm even more disappointed in you."
Chen Mo wanted to smile bitterly at this moment, he just didn't want to waste time and be told by Murong Ke that he couldn't hold his breath anymore. If it weren't for Murong Yan'er's sake, Chen Mo would never have met Murong Ke, let alone listen to him playing riddles here.
"Mr. Murong, for Yan'er's sake, if you have anything to say, just say it. I really have something else to do." Chen Mo tried his best to sound sincere.
Murong Ke looked at Chen Mo coldly and shook his head secretly. He had already labeled Chen Mo with several dissatisfaction labels in his heart.
"If you want to be impetuous, arrogant, and arrogant enough to be worthy of Yan'er, you will have to practice for at least ten years."
Murong Ke's voice became even colder: "I saw you because I wanted you to leave Yan'er. You can't give her happiness!"
"As compensation, I can make you a promise, but it cannot violate morality and law!"
Hearing Murong Ke's request, Chen Mo wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
"Why do you all think I want to pester Yan'er? Who gave you the confidence!"
"I can responsibly tell you now that Yan'er and I are just ordinary friends, not what you think!" Chen Mo felt a little angry.
Murong Ke snorted coldly: "As a young man, I can understand your arrogance, but there is no point in showing off your strength."
"Since ancient times, gentlemen have always been gentlemen. Yan'er is young and beautiful. It's not a shame for you to pester her."
"However, with your current strength, it is not enough to be worthy of Yan'er. Don't think that just because you can defeat that boy from the Ye family or know that little girl from the Jin family, you can be proud in front of me. Even Jin In front of me, Laohe and Ye Wudao just talk about friendship with me as my equal."
"You have never seen the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, but you think the scenery of Xiaoqing River is beautiful. That's because your vision can only be limited to this Xiaoqing River. How can you know the majesty of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers! Not to mention the vast ocean that is far more vast and boundless than the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers. The sea?"
"A person is truly powerful only when he is strong himself. Everything he gets by relying on others is nothing but the moon in the mirror, and will be in vain in the end."