After taking photos of Yang Yuhuan's bellyband, the scepter from the Western European aristocratic period began to auction down. The scepter was shining with golden light and covered with various gems. For collectors, it was really a rare treasure.

"This scepter was once the scepter of a monarch, which symbolized status and wealth. It is said that all those who have obtained it will achieve something and have a reputation. Given its magical power, the starting price is higher than other antiques, and the price is 40 million US dollars! Each increase must not be less than five million US dollars. Please start the increase price below."

"Four thousand five million!"

"Fifty million!"

"Sixty million."

"Two million!"

Xiao Ye offered the price again, and spoke for 200 million yuan, instantly blocking everyone's mouth.

Everyone in the auction house looked at Xiao Ye again.

This time, everyone was obviously a little dissatisfied.

"Sir, it seems a bit unethical to do this, right? We want to buy some things to collect, and you accept them all as planned and not leave them for us at all. It's really like eating bones by ourselves and not giving us a sip of soup."

Xiao Ye smiled indifferently and said:

"This is an auction house, so of course the one who bids the highest is the king. If you don't have money, don't come and play."

"Hmph! Is it so great to have money?"

Xiao Ye shrugged.

"Sorry, it's really amazing to have money."

Most of the people sitting below were rich Americans, so they naturally looked down on Chinese people like Xiao Ye.

"A mere nouveau riche from China, a guy without quality, dares to be arrogant in our American imperialism. You don't look at what this place is? Let's boycott him and drive him out of the auction house. I think he is still rampant."

As these people shouted, the others followed and began to scream.

Seeing that their emotions were about to be mobilized, Xiao Ye glanced at them, leaning on his back against the chair, half lying, with a kind of indifference on his face, and said:

"Did you see those who are calling the most? Hit me, who punches them, 10,000 US dollars, kick them, 20,000 US dollars."

As soon as these words came out, the entire hall became quiet instantly.

Those guys who were still clamoring to drive Xiao Ye out, were suddenly a little timid, swallowing their saliva and slowly looking around.

"Hey! Don't mess around, you guys. Don't get caught up in the trap of the Chinese. They want to make us civil strife. How could he give you so much money?"

But everyone obviously couldn't listen.

One punch, ten thousand, and one kick, twenty thousand. Even though the elites here are all elites, no one can resist it. This speed of making money!

Moreover, it is a pity to hit people and be happy and relaxed. If you don’t hit people, it’s a pity.

With the mobilization of money, these people instantly turned against each other and began to deal with their compatriots. They stepped forward and punched and kicked those people, and beat and kicked them.

From the auction house, there were screams after screams, and the sound of fists and feet slamming on people, and it suddenly sounded like a heavy rain, rustling on the ground.

After more than twenty minutes of fighting, the guys who took the lead and shouted were already exerting more energy and less energy.

Xiao Ye applauded.

"Yes, you guys do a pretty job. Now, you can come here to get the money!"

Everyone walked up with excited eyes, and Xiao Ye really transferred the money to them! Only by giving more, there was no owe to them!

After all, Xiao Ye was here to help Ye Qingyue spend money.

Ye Qingyue felt a little painful.

This is how people are. When you have no money, you suddenly have money. You may not care about spending money, but when you have money and then waste money, you will feel very painful.

This is the heart of the nouveau riche.

Ye Qingyue is not a nouveau riche, but if she is not a nouveau riche, she can't pass the test!

Xiao Ye had already seen through it. Mr. Ye's two levels of test were actually very interesting.

The first level tests is making money, which is actually a test of scheming and means.

The second level is to test money, which is actually testing people’s courage, vision, and courage!

One billion US dollars, spending a week. Putting it on anyone is enough to make him collapse. Because sometimes spending money is more painful than making money. The feeling of watching a lot of money flow out of his hands is simply heartbreaking!

Only people with great vision and courage will not care about these things.

There are very few people like Xiao Ye who can regard money as dirt!

However, Mr. Ye’s courage is also extraordinary. How many people in this world can take out 50 billion US dollars of swords and spend them all on their own?

After all, it is because Mr. Ye comes from the family that he comes from, which is too powerful. This also makes Mr. Ye’s vision extraordinary.

After beating those people, everyone was lenient with the money, so naturally they didn't dare to resent Xiao Ye anymore.

This is typical, if you have milk, you are a mother.

Next, even the bidders were gone, and everyone sold Xiao Ye for face. Xiao Ye bought a lot of good things, such as oil paintings during the Italian Revival period and the exquisite porcelain of the Tang Dynasty was messy. In half a day, it cost one billion US dollars, which reduced Ye Qingyue's mission quota by one tenth.

It was not until this time that Ye Qingyue understood Xiao Ye’s good intentions. He would definitely complete the task by spending money like this.

At noon, Xiao Ye booked a giant yacht, invited two five-star French chefs, and a hundred maids, eating and playing, and drove towards Washington in a mighty manner.

I heard that there is a sports car exhibition in Washington.

On the other hand, the three brothers and sisters of the eldest son of the Ye family did not have such good luck. Not long after they left the Ye family, they encountered the assassination of the assassination of the killer.

At the beginning, there were some small minions coming up, and the three of them didn't care too much. However, when more and more assassins and their strength became stronger, the three of them realized something was wrong.

That night, the three of them gathered together.

In Ye Tianqi's villa, Ye Tianxiang stood at the window, secretly lifted up the curtains, and glanced outside.

The servant poured a few glasses of red wine, and Ye Tianqi picked up the red wine and said to Ye Tianxiang:

"Stop looking, there are layers of defense outside, and experts are like clouds. Even if you keep flies, it is difficult for you to fly in! You should come here first, drink some red wine, and calm down for the time being."

Ye Tianxiang put down the curtains and said as he walked:

"Damn it, this is really evil. How come there are so many killers? But if no one kills us, I will kill a few of us. It's just a bad luck!"

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Chapter completed!