Although I'm not completely sure that it's the same thing, the carvings on the colors are at least very similar. I believe that even if they are different, they must be the same type.

I once suspected that this thing was the ghost seal in the book of King Lu Shang. The oil bottle holding the thing in front of the bronze door should not be a special effect. I didn't expect to see a similar thing here.

I'm really thinking about it, it's better to think about it. So I winked the fat man and lowered his head and whispered to him, "Go and ask who the seller is?"

The fat man nodded and the old lady Huo took a sip of tea with no yin and yang, saying: "Don't ask the seller here if you don't want people to know, then no one can ask."

"Oh, old lady, you look down on people anymore, right?" said the fat man: "Although you, Fat Master, don't stay in this Crescent Hotel, you can be considered a person with a 30-point face in Beijing. I tell you that you are not your Fat Master, I brag. I really don't know if you want to find out someone."

The old lady didn't look back: "The boss here is in the Manchu Dynasty in Beijing. I said it was a rarer for hundreds of years. It has been passed down for several generations. I have never had any problems. If you really know, you probably have to go to Yongding River to catch you tomorrow. The price of corpses is expensive these days. I think you should save some money to deal with the matter later."

Fatty man was angry and wanted to go out immediately to prove it to the old woman. I immediately grabbed him and knew that what the old lady said was true, it should not be an exaggeration. The fat man said harsh words. Even if he choked on someone, he would not be willing to come back if he really couldn't ask. Maybe he would catch a guy to torture the confession and fight back for face. It's not bad that something happened. I didn't want Ye Chang Meng to be too much. So I said to him: "Give her some face."

The fat man actually gave me face and muttered and stopped talking. I looked at the scene that gradually became quieter around me. I felt like I was thinking about the simplest way to see a seller. But is this feasible?

There is only one auction item here. Everyone has a clear purpose and is a big shot. I guess it is impossible to fight. If the penalty for breach of contract is taken, it will at least make me lose everything. And this is a black market. If breach of contract, maybe even a finger will be cut and an eye will be dug. It will be a disaster.

Even if you really buy it, you can still keep it a secret in the black market seller. Even if you buy his stuff, he may not show up or send an agent to sign a contract with you. Moreover, I guess the auction process rules are different from those of the formal ones.

For the current plan, I can only look at one step, first determine who bought it and then make a long-term plan. The uneasiness in my heart has turned into a premonition of chaos. Some tricks must come up here.

The following was in full swing and soon I arranged it. I looked at the middle of the table and put it up, and the glass cabinet was filled with the things on the album. I couldn't see clearly. The cheongsam woman started talking: "Dear bosses, you guys, you can't take a look, but you can't take a photo, so I won't go back next time."

As he said that, a group of men held a very long bamboo pole in their hands. There was a hook on the head of the bamboo pole. There was a ring on the glass cabinet. The guy lifted the glass cabinet with the hook on the head of the bamboo pole, just like fishing. Then he held the bamboo pole to lift the glass cabinet up as if he was drying clothes with a clothes fork and sent it to the private room.

The guy was very steadily crafted and held a bamboo pole upstairs without shaking his hands along the outer edge of the private room on the second floor.

No one went to pick it up, just like this. I looked at it in the air for a few seconds. In less than half a minute, I arrived in front of me. The fat man immediately came over and I stretched my neck and looked at it very close. I saw it clearly. I immediately found that the material of this thing must be made of the stone of meteorite like jade.

In an instant, I really wanted to snatch it and then ask them to run away, so I really forced myself to hold back this idea.

Soon the thing was taken down and put back to the center of the stage. Then the guy started to make bells with bamboo poles. The little girl next to the old woman took it and put it next to the old woman and took it all the people in the private room. I didn't.

I think it was the one who participated in the auction that had a bell. I didn't care. I thought it was about to start after the bells were divided. I didn't expect that in the end the guy came up with something for me alone.

It was a small lantern, only the size of a small watermelon, and the inside was a small candle. It was blue and dark. It looked like it was not used for lighting.

As soon as the thing appeared, there was a sudden uproar on the whole scene. I saw that all my eyes were focused on me.

I was stunned and the fat man took it for no reason and put it next to me. As soon as he put it down, a burst of warm applause broke out in the entire venue.

I looked at the fat man and became even more confused. The old lady said quietly beside her: "I won't greet your admirers. No one dares to light this sky lantern for a long time. You can also give you the old Wu family a face. In the future, everyone in the world may know the reputation of your Wu family's young master."

I looked at her but I didn't understand what it meant, but I seemed to have heard of the three words "lighting the sky lantern".

She looked at me and continued, "But this mighty one may be burned by your old Wu family this time."
Chapter completed!