In addition to boxing competitions, the most attractive convenience is the auction.

The items auctioned are all kinds of strange and can be said to be omnipresent.

Jiang Huai even saw someone holding a Mona Lisa smile and kept saying that the Louvre was a fake. After walking forward a few steps, Jiang Huai saw a bronze ware full of copper rust, surrounded by seven or eight old men wearing reading glasses, holding magnifying glasses, and observing carefully without saying a word.

On the right hand, a middle-aged man who looked a little valuable was bargaining, trying to win the first night of the twin beauties at the lowest price. Not far from his left hand, two groups of people quarreled over the seats near the ring.

The entire cabin was in chaos, rather than an auction, it was a free market.

However, Dou Lang told Jiang Huai that now it is just a warm-up time, and some things that are not of sufficient level and cannot appear on the auction table will be allowed to be bought and sold here by people.

A few minutes later, under Dou Lang's leadership, Jiang Huai and Qin Mi came to the place close to the ring. At this time, the ring of the boxing competition had been arranged into an auction platform. There were dozens of chairs directly south of the ring. Without a certain value, they could not sit on the chairs and could only stand on both sides.

"Mr. Jiang waits for a moment, and in another half an hour, the auction will begin."

Dou Lang does not show up often, and few people know him. Even the staff on these three cruise ships knew that he was the legendary Lang Ye. Most of the people's eyes fell on them because of Qin Mi's charming appearance.

In the distance, Fan Shenghuo rushed to Jiang Huai desperately. After greeting him respectfully, he stood behind Jiang Huai. He instantly felt that his future was bright and even better than others.

"Mr. Jiang, that is Miao Xiaofeng, Miaojiang. On his left is Qiao Tuqiang from Northeast China." Dou Lang pointed to the two people sitting in front not far away and said softly.

Jiang Huai looked sideways and saw that both of them were about forty years old. At a glance, they could tell that they were martial arts practitioners. However, Miao Xiaofeng and Qiao Tuqiang did not seem to be friendly. They looked down on each other. Even if they had a few words of communication, they raised their chins and looked at each other in a contemptuous manner.

Wu Wu is second!

Jiang Huai can also understand the feelings of martial arts people meeting each other.

"This Miao Xiaofeng looks a little familiar, very much like the son of an old friend of mine." Jiang Huai murmured. Miao Xiaofeng's eyebrows were very similar to the Miaojiang girl he met back then.

"What did Mr. Jiang say?" Dou Lang didn't hear clearly. He thought Jiang Huai had something to give, so he lowered his waist and asked softly.

"Nothing." Jiang Huai smiled indifferently.

At this time, a greasy middle-aged man with a big belly was sitting through Jiang Huai's chairs. The middle-aged man was too obese and even sat there, he was still squeaking and had difficulty breathing.

On the other side of the greasy man, a woman with heavy makeup snuggled in his arms. Looking over there, there were a few elites who looked like successful people.

The greasy man said, "This brother, is Miao Xiaofeng, the son of your old friend?" "Miao Xiaofeng is the first martial arts person in Miaojiang, a family of medical and martial arts. He controls all the pharmaceutical industry in Miaojiang, and is worth tens of billions of yuan. Miao Xiaofeng's parents are also famous martial arts masters. Brother, you should check the occasion first when bragging. Haha, Miao Xiaofeng is the son of your old friend? You want to make a relationship, want to
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