After Qingyi Longhou finished bidding for 10 million taels of silver, there was no sound of official seal for a long time.
The semi-saint families could still tolerate it, but countless wealthy families secretly complained. The Dragon Clan was famous for wanting articles instead of money. At the previous Kongcheng auctions, 90% of the poems and articles were obtained by the Dragon Clan.
Not to mention gold and silver, even if it was a divine object to be exchanged, the dragon clan would dare to bid at a high premium. No human family could compare with the dragon clan in wealth.
"Blue-Cloaked Dragon Marquis, although the dragon race has always dominated the auction house, bidding like this does not demonstrate the dragon race's magnanimity. After all, this is the human race's auction house." said a wealthy family head.
“Yes, yes…” many people echoed and turned to look at the box on the second floor.
"Stop talking nonsense. We at the East China Sea Dragon Palace will take care of Fang Yun's poetry and writing today!"
The whole audience was in an uproar.
"How can human things be lost to foreign races?"
"It is unwise for Qingyi Longhou to make an enemy of all the humans in the field."
"The dragons are so overbearing and don't take us seriously at all!"
"The things of Saint Fang Xu must naturally remain in the human race!"
Ao Huang pointed at the people below, turned his head and said to the other party, "Look at what these people look like. The auction is all about financial resources. Whoever has money can buy it. If you don't want to buy, stop nagging."
"You're quite talkative." Fang Yun said with a smile.
"Can this be called nagging? This is called verbal sparring!"
"Ding… "
Someone raised the price.
The green-clothed dragon marquis said slowly, "One hundred and twenty million."
“Ding…” Another person added another 100,000.
"Fourteen million silver!"
There was no bidding, just some light coughing.
Fang Yun was slightly surprised by the price as it was his first time to participate in an auction. Shengyuan Continent was densely populated, rich in resources, and had heavier taxes than the ancient Chinese nation, but 14 million taels of silver was almost equal to the total tax revenue of an ordinary prefecture in a year.
A one-time expenditure of tens of millions of yuan was beyond the limit of most wealthy families. Only the Lei family, the Mo family and some other top wealthy families could afford such a sum of money.
For transactions exceeding tens of millions, it is not that ordinary wealthy families cannot come up with the banknotes, but that the family will have difficulty in cash flow after taking them out. If something goes wrong again, they can only sell or pawn their jewelry, land and real estate.
An old voice sounded: "Fang Xusheng's masterpiece is of great significance, 15 million."
Fang Yun didn't know who this person was, but he heard people below talking about how this person was a senior steward of the Kong family, the highest position that a branch of the Kong family could reach, and he was in charge of the Kong family's countless wealth.
"Sixteen million!"
"Seventeen million!"
"Eighteen million..."
One was the Dragon Lord of the Dragon Clan, and the other was the chief steward of the Kong Family. They actually competed with each other, causing the bidding price of "Spring Dawn" to rise all the way.
After Qingyi Longhou called out a high price of twenty-two million, the Kong family's steward did not immediately raise the price.
Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but say, "What a high price. This is worth 20 million taels of silver. If it's Xiaoyun's original copy of the Spring Dawn test paper, how much would it cost?"
Zhao Hongzhuang said: "An ordinary copy of Mingzhou's poems is only worth two million taels of silver, but Fang Yun is different. If he really sells the copy one day, he must exchange it for a divine object. This copy is worth the price."
"Gold and silver are external things, there's no need to take them so seriously!" Ao Huang was extremely excited, as if he was participating in the auction himself.
Seeing that the Kong family's chief steward stopped talking, the auctioneer immediately said, "The original copy of Spring Dawn must be locked in the Holy Courtyard. No one can take it out, so this second copy of Spring Dawn is a fake original copy. Its value is immeasurable! The Green-robed Dragon Marquis offers 22 million taels of silver. Is there anyone willing to offer a higher price?"
All the wealthy families have given up the bidding, but the noble families who can afford the money are in a dilemma. If it is a national poetry, let alone 20 million, even 60 or 80 million would be enough. But since it is not the first copy and it is only in Mingzhou, 20 million is indeed too high.
Twenty million pieces of silver in exchange for food is enough to feed two million people for a year!
After a long while, no one bid. The auctioneer smiled and said, "Congratulations to Qingyi Longhou for winning Spring Dawn at the price of 22 million taels of silver. The following is the fourteenth lot..."
The auction continued. The items at the end were all of standard quality. There were also some poems and articles by Fang Yun, but they were all from Mingzhou and not as important as "Spring Dawn". Normally, six or seven million would be the maximum they would cost, but they were all bought by Qingyi Longhou for over ten million.
The atmosphere in the venue was a bit depressing. Fortunately, the dragon clan did not care about other divine objects, otherwise the entire auction hall would have exploded.
Fang Yun sat leisurely in the chair, eating the fruits and pastries sent by the auction house, watching the show with a smile on his face. For him, the higher the price, the better.
By noon, the total auction amount had exceeded 100 million taels of silver, but the auction did not take a break. Chen's Auction was well prepared and ordered people to deliver cakes, fruits and cold dishes to each table to ensure that no one would go hungry.
None of Fang Yun’s stuff is bad and never goes unsold. Even if it is something that wealthy families do not urgently need, the final price is higher than the market price.
As time went on, fewer people participated in the auction. Some wealthy family heads changed their positions, gathered together, held official seals in their hands, and communicated secretly through letters.
Before we knew it, the last item was put on the auction table.
There was a brief silence in the auction hall, followed by a buzzing whisper.
In this auction, Fang Yun did not bring out any poems or articles that could protect the country. The highest one was from Mingzhou, but there was one item that could definitely rival the poems that were spread all over the world!
"Three Character Classic".
The auctioneer smiled and said slowly: "I know you are all waiting impatiently, but I still have to say that since the establishment of this auction house, we have never auctioned such a precious divine object! Even if it is placed in the first auction house of the ten countries in Kongcheng, it is a top existence, and even a true divine object coveted by all the worlds and races!"
Yang Yuhuan couldn't understand, and whispered to Zhao Hongzhuang: "I have read a lot of books these days and know that there are ten thousand worlds, but aren't human things bad for monsters?"
Zhao Hongzhuang patiently explained in a low voice: "There is something called "dirty writing". The demon can use its powerful blood power to reverse the effect of the scriptures, not to mention that it contains the "Three Character Classic".
The auctioneer's voice sounded again.
"In terms of collection value, this book is probably only comparable to national poetry. However, this book is not only of collection value, but also of great practical value! In the human race, it echoes the Three Character Classic of the Holy Temples, is connected to the destiny of the human race, and contains the true holy way of enlightenment! In the demon world, if it is tainted by holy blood, it is enough to make demons and barbarians wiser and become smarter! You should have heard some legends about the great way of enlightenment."
Fang Yun nodded slightly. This time the auctioneer was not talking nonsense.
Yang Yuhuan looked confused, Su Xiaoxiao also didn't understand, Zhao Hongzhuang explained in a low voice: "It has long been said that the Yaoman saints controlled King Zhou of Shang in order to study the secrets of the human race, hoping that the Yaoman could also possess the wisdom of the human race, but they were eventually defeated by King Wen of Zhou. However, the Yaoman never gave up and has been studying the human race, hoping to solve the innate defect that the Yaoman loses his mind once he loses his blood." (To be continued...)