Chapter 231 The Supreme Speed Rudder
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On stage
Spotlights flicker.
A long-haired man wearing star-shaped glasses walked quickly onto the stage, waved and greeted the guests enthusiastically:
"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! Welcome to the anniversary celebration of Shampoodi No. 1 Auction House. We will bring you many super rare items in the auction that is about to begin today. I believe that everyone will have a great time! Let us look forward to it together!"
"First of all, before we officially begin, please give us the warmest applause to welcome the descendants of God, the world's nobles, our great celestial dragons - Saint Erziwat and Saint Laoziwat! Thank you both for coming here in person!"
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Although most people are afraid of the cruel and unreasonable Tianlong people, there are also people who worship them and try their best to lick their asses.
So whether out of fear or admiration, almost all the guests present applauded cooperatively.
For a moment, the venue was filled with thunderous applause that was deafening.
In the spacious and comfortable super VIP seats in the middle of the venue.
Two fat, big-eared, stupid-looking Celestial Dragons, who were obviously father and son without a paternity test, were sitting in their seats with indifferent expressions, enjoying the massage from the maid beside them, and were too lazy to even stand up and wave their hands, which was a superficial thing.
"Ah, father, what are these untouchables making so much noise for? It's really noisy. Can I shoot them to death?"
Saint Erzwat shook the rifle in his hand and said intelligently.
Saint Lauzwart waved his hand to signal the lightly dressed maid to help him sit up, and then he began to advise:
"Forget it, my dear son. Our family also has shares in this auction house, which can bring us good income every month. If you sabotage it, your clan leader will come to our house to nag you again. Just be patient. If you see something you like later, your father will buy it for you to make you happy."
"Well then, Father."
Upon hearing this, Saint Erzwat put away his pistol.
On the stage, the host announced the official start of the auction and began to auction the first item.
"The first thing that's on display is a set of 108 luxurious amber-lead tableware from Freifans, the most beautiful city in the North Sea known as the 'White Town'. This set of tableware was made by the local number one forging master, who worked hard for seven years. It has very high appreciation and artistic value, and it's collection value is needless to say. The forging master has been killed, so this set of tableware is unique in the world! It's the only one of its kind!"
"Okay, the starting price for item number one is 500 million Baileys. Bidding will begin now! Anyone willing to bid?"
The host's high-pitched voice echoed in the venue like a passionate performer.
"Okay! Number 111 raised the sign, thank you!"
"Okay, No. 245 will raise the price by 50. Now it's 550 million Baileys. Anyone else want to bid?"
"580 million!"
“600万！650万！好，这边342号直接加价100万，现在是750万！还有人出价吗？”
"800!!"
"Ten million!!"
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"I'll add another 200 million!"
"Great! No. 111 has raised the price by another 200 million Baileys. The current price is 1200 million Baileys! It seems that our No. 111 is very wealthy and is determined to get this super rare tableware!"
The host made a compliment at the right time in order to stimulate others to continue bidding, but unfortunately, others either didn't like it, or those who liked it felt that the price was beyond their budget, so no one raised their hand.
"1200 million once, 1200 million twice, 1200 million three times, deal!"
"Boom!"
The host slammed the wooden hammer in his hand hard, making a crisp sound.
"Congratulations to No. 111 for successfully bidding on this exquisite amber-lead tableware!"
"Now let's start the second auction item of today!"
"Brush~"
When the host pulled down the red silk covering the auction items, the guests in the audience immediately began to burst into dissatisfied discussions.
"Hey! What the hell is this?"
"A wooden rudder? Only half of it is broken. What does this mean?"
"How dare you, the auction house, bring something like this that even rag pickers would dislike, to auction? Do you think we are fools?"
"Ahem! Everyone, listen to me."
The host cleared his throat, pressed his palm to signal everyone to calm down, and then explained:
"Our No. 1 Auction House values reputation the most. We will never fool you with junk. The rudder in my hand is not an ordinary one. It is a rudder from the second half of the Grand Line, the Et-Wol Sea!"
"You rat, a rudder from the Et-Wol Sea is not a rudder? Eat shit!"
A hot-tempered young man was about to throw rotten eggs onto the stage, but fortunately he was stopped in time by the security personnel nearby.
On the stage, the host remained calm and continued:
"I'm sure everyone has heard that a few years ago, Roger, who had not yet officially become the Pirate King, had a great battle with the Pirate Admiral Golden Lion in the Eto.Wol Sea."
"In this peak duel, due to the disparity in the strength of the two sides, the Roger Pirates almost failed to defeat the larger and more powerful Hikong Pirates. In the end, it was a sudden storm at sea that caused the Hikong Pirates to suffer heavy losses, and the Roger Pirates were able to escape."
"Hmph, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you lose, you lose."
Hearing the words of the host on the stage, Barrett, who was standing behind Gel, said disdainfully.
Gel smiled slightly, it seemed that this person was also involved.
However, Gel still nodded in agreement with Barrett's words. Fighting a war requires the right time, place and people. No one can be blamed for not checking the weather before going out. At the same time, he also became a little interested in the supreme fast rudder on the stage, whose authenticity was unknown.
The host went on to explain:
"This half of the old ship's rudder is not only a witness to this famous battle, but also an important participant. It has even achieved amazing results that countless famous swords cannot achieve!"
"Hey, could it be that!"
At this point, some smart people in the audience had already guessed something and their eyes widened in surprise.
Seeing that the atmosphere was set, everyone was finally interested. The host smiled with satisfaction and announced loudly:
"Haha, that's right! This is the rudder that severely injured the great pirate Golden Lion, and its other half is still stuck on the pirate admiral's head!"
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