Chapter 5357: Crazy land price
"What's the matter? The attacks of the Three Eyes Realm and the Underworld Realm seem to have weakened a bit?"
At this time, all the forces in the auction field looked at the battle scene and suddenly became a little confused. People asked what had changed on the battlefield. After all, they were not on the scene.
After a while, news came, and everyone suddenly wondered:
"The group of fierce beasts appeared, fighting the two worlds?"
Feng Qingxue was also puzzled, but then a smile appeared on her face, and she looked at the auction with peace of mind. Yan Qing was raising the hammer and said:
"VIP No. 76 in the lobby bid 45 million. For the second time, will anyone increase the price?"
"Does anyone raise the price for the third bid? The hammer will fall if you don't bid. For such a good project, you can get it if you shoot it!"
At this time, Yan Qing was a little nervous. The price was really not high. Based on his and Di Ping’s valuation, it would be reasonable to only make a bid of 100 million, but now it is too far away, and many people in the VIP box did not bid. .
Suddenly, the number jumped and changed, and Yan Qingkuang was about to fall. Seeing the number change, his eyes immediately rejoiced, and he shouted:
"Okay, the VIP on the 17th bid 50 million, is there any higher price!"
But in the next moment, he stopped, and the numbers were changing rapidly, from 60 million to 70 million, jumping to 90 million in just a few dozen breaths, and every box was bidding.
And the number seventy six that he thought he was about to take before was unremarkable, with anger in his eyes, but doubt in his eyes. What the people in the box are going to do, it is clear that they have been fighting before, why suddenly they started fighting, this Are you playing with people?
In the third box, Qiong Yu smiled and said:
"No wonder he is not in a hurry. It turns out that there is still such a trick. The Illusory Mist has been able to hold the Illusive Mist for so many years, and there are still some cards!"
Yan Yudao:
"No one would have imagined that Jianshou could actually exert the combat power of the Void God Realm, so I don't doubt that there will be any changes in Illusory Mist!"
Qiong Yu looked at Yan Yu's eyes and said with a smile:
"It seems that you have known it a long time ago, no wonder you are willing to bet with me!"
Yan Yu looked at Qiong Yu with a smile at the corner of her mouth:
"Isn't this exactly what you want?"
Qiong Yu suddenly blushed when she heard the words, and then said calmly:
"What nonsense, who wants it, I am giving you a chance, but unfortunately you didn't grasp it!"
Yan Yu also smiled upon hearing this:
"That's not a hurry, the auction is not over yet, it's still early, maybe he will leave early!"
Qiong Yu's expression was suffocated when she heard the words, but then she said calmly:
"Yes, I might win!"
"One hundred million, VIP number nine bids one hundred million!"
At this time, Yan Qing's slightly excited voice came from the hall, and the two hurriedly stopped seeing the stage one after another. Seeing the 100 million flashes displayed on the big screen, their expressions were slightly shocked.
Qiong Yu said:
"Is the Sixiang Palace going to stand firm Di Ping? You even bid 100 million amethyst for a plot?"
Yan Yu smiled and said:
"The Sixiang Palace is very smart. Although this billion amethyst is expensive, it must be worth the money!"
Qiong Yu still couldn't believe it. This is just a plot. A manor hotel needs to be built. It will cost a huge amount of money. It will cost a huge amount of money for all kinds of supporting protective formations. This plot of land accounts for 100 million. Capital, the overall cost is even higher, can you earn it back?
"One hundred and ten million, VIP eighth bid 110 million!"
At this time, Yan Qing's excited voice sounded again, which exceeded 100 million, which had exceeded her expectations.
At this time, Di Ping, who was sitting in the box, looked calm. Now 100 million is not enough to alarm him. Now his system has exceeded 100 billion. The huge amount of funds gives him enough confidence to face the crisis. .
"One hundred and twenty million, VIP No. 9 bids again, and VIP No. 8 should follow!"
Yan Qing sang her promise with excitement, with encouragement in her tone.
At this time, a voice came from the eighth VIP:
"Brother Li Yan, this piece of land will be given to you by the Four Elephant Palace, and my Flame Sect will withdraw!"
"Haha! Thank you Ziyang brother!"
And Li Yan's hearty voice came from the VIP room on the 9th.
Yan Qing was a little disappointed when she heard that, but she didn't pinch the two cases, but then she regained her mentality, and she was able to make one hundred and twenty million more than he expected. She raised the hammer and sang:
"....... The third bidding price...... Okay, congratulations on winning the lottery for VIP Nine, with a price of 120 million yuan!"
Snapped!
The hammer fell, applause broke out in the auction hall, and the first climax came.
Yanqing waved her hand, the picture changed, and a new plot appeared. She smiled and said:
"Now we are bidding for the second plot. This plot is a commercial project and a training ground. It covers an area of 20,000 mu and has a starting price of 20 billion!"
There was a sudden sensation in each box. The cultivator is a project that can compete for money in any city. As long as it is built, it will be a lot of money. Although there are official training fields in the City of Fantastic Mist, they are only a few, and they cannot satisfy more and more people. The cultivator is building in need.
As long as this project is won, it is almost a steady profit. As long as there is traffic, the training ground will not lose money. Therefore, this will be a fierce competition.
It's just that the number came out, but it didn't jump up quickly like the previous plot. The hall was instantly chaotic. Everyone looked at the upper box in doubt, even Yan Qing changed his expression and looked at box 1.
At this time, in Box One, Di Ping looked at the picture with a puzzled expression.
