Chapter 2070: It’s actually a well-arranged trap
Chapter 2070 is actually a well-arranged trap
At this time, if she has to behave a little bit hesitantly, it may make Hua Mingyu and others suspicious. Only by showing the determination to win can they let them go into the net without hesitation.
"Fifty thousand." Hua Mingyu and the others had already met Gu Fenghua's vision, of course they would not hesitate.
"Sixty thousand."
"One hundred thousand!"
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Gu Fenghua and Hua Mingyu are racing to increase prices, and the atmosphere in the auction is becoming more and more intense, as if gunpowder is full of smoke.
A strange flush also appeared on the faces of the two of them, and their eyes were full of hatred when looking at each other, as if they had shared animosity.
"Fenghua, you must never lose your momentum, even if you lose your fortune, you can't lose this tone." Lorne still helps Gu Fenghua's ears from time to time, his expression is both excited and angry, as if it is not Gu Fenghua who participated in the auction, and It's her own.
Seeing this, everyone around him shook their heads. It's no wonder that Gu Fenghua is so coquettish and stubborn. With such a friend who fears that the world will not be chaotic, she can't calm down even if she wants to calm down. This is the truth when making friends accidentally and mistakenly for life.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the emotional color on everyone's faces, and Gu Fenghua almost didn't laugh. I have to say that Miss Luo's contribution is just right, and the performance is superb. Of course, it is not a performance. This is clearly a true performance.
"150,000!" Under the instigation of Luo Da's "damaging friends", Gu Fenghua seemed to have lost his reason and continued to raise the price.
"One hundred sixty thousand!" Hua Mingyu was still a little sensible at first, but then the bull's temper was gradually aroused, and there was no need for people to instigate it, so she couldn't let it go.
"180,000!"
"Two hundred thousand!" Hua Mingyu shouted out the sky-high price of two hundred thousand.
The huge auction hall suddenly became silent.
An unknown medicinal herb has actually been sold for a sky-high price of 200,000 yuan from a thousand medium-grade holy spirit stones. What an incredible fairy grass this is. It's just a gamble. Is it necessary to bet that big?
Until now, they still regard the auction between Gu Fenghua and Hua Mingyu as anger.
"Is it too high?" The crowd in the audience calmed down, and He Kunliang's original excitement calmed down a lot, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Two hundred thousand medium-grade holy spirit stones, converted into high-grade holy spirit stones, is two thousand, and evenly spread out is 500 per person. He was corrupted by an old liar before 50 high-grade holy spirit stones, and he was in pain for a while. The son threw in five hundred pieces, and it was inevitable that he felt a sense of anxiety.
This is exactly what Zhang Qingsong’s shrewdness is. If the top-grade holy spirit stone is used for bidding in the auction, it is inevitable that people will look forward and backward and use the middle-grade holy spirit stone. Although the amount is not small, it is only medium-grade after all. Be careful and you may call out the price that you regret. Of course, as long as the words are produced, it is too late to regret.
"Don't worry, Gu Fenghua didn't hesitate at all before, indicating that the value of this herb is far from that." Deng Juebao said sternly.
As the deacon of the Promise Chamber of Commerce, I don’t know how many auctions he has participated in. It is easy to infer the true value of the lot from the bidder’s looks and behavior, but he is not worried at all.
"Deacon Deng is reasonable and reasonable." Hua Qianyuan also has his own judgment, but it is in line with Deng Juebao, without the slightest worry.
At this time, he would never think that everything that happened before him was just a trap carefully arranged by Gu Fenghua, and just when a few of them were complacent, they had fallen into this trap unknowingly.
"How much is the right amount?" Hua Mingyu asked.
(End of this chapter)
