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Luo Yaohua suddenly pulled Yang Bo and raised his chin not far away. "You see, is that Japanese people over there?"
Yang Bo quickly looked up and saw that there were three people sitting in the northwest corner of the yurt. They sat in the corner very quietly and did not talk to the people nearby.
If it wasn't for Luo Yaohua's reminding, Yang Bo has not paid attention to it. If we look at the past carefully, we can see that the two men sitting at the front of the table are Japanese, while the other one is a skinny man with flattery and eyes sitting on the side.
"Hum!" Yang Bo snorted coldly, "how can this kind of place let the Japanese come in?"
"Yes, look back and see if the organizers will drive them away!" Luo Yaohua agrees.
Liu fat man sat on one side, heard two people's words, can't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead, said in a soft voice: "two, let's be quiet."
Yang Bo turned to look at the past, and listened to Liu Pang's ear. "You don't often participate in this kind of black market. You may not know the specific situation, especially Yang Bo. You are from Jinling. There are a lot of Japanese people who will participate in these years in the north."
Yang Bo is a little surprised, "in this way, will not cause the loss of cultural relics?"
Liu chubby shook his head and laughed bitterly, "where can I manage this kind of thing? And for most sellers, as long as they can sell and the price is high, they won't care whether the buyer is human or ghost."
Yang Bo looked at the northwest corner. He was angry, but he had nothing to do. He had to make a trap for Japanese people!
Soon, a man in Mongolian costume came in. He was big and his voice was even more rough. "My name is Wuba. It's already late. Let's start early. Next, we'll follow the old rules. The one with the higher price will get it."
Then, without any nonsense, the man clapped his hands and saw a man come in with a tray and put it on the table.
When the cover was lifted, UBA said, "a mengdao, the starting price is 150000!"
Yang Bo looked up and saw a knife in the tray. There was a wooden sheath on the outside of the knife. Probably because of the age, the wooden sheath had turned black. There were exquisite silver ornaments on the outside of the scabbard. The handle was tied with red rope. At the other end, there was a fire sickle with silver ornaments.
The overall appearance is very exquisite. Yang Bo looks at the past again, and the light flashes and the aperture forms. It is actually a Mongolian Dao in the middle of Qing Dynasty.
Many people at the scene got up to inspect the goods, but Yang Bo did not move.
Soon, they all sat down. The middle-aged man sitting next to Yang Bo said directly, "180000!"
"200000!"
"250000!"
Yang Bo turned to see the thin man sitting in the northwest corner and asked the price.
Yang Bo frowned a little and planned to wait for the price to rise again. However, Luo Yaohua could not wait to say: "400000!"
The scene suddenly quieted down, Yang Bo sat on one side, pulled Luo Yaohua, and whispered: "this price is high."
Luo Yaohua was stunned for a moment, "why didn't you say it earlier?"
Yang Bo had no choice but to shake his head. Wu BA in front of him clapped his hands and said, "deal
"In order to prevent the outflow of cultural relics, what is the loss?" Luo Yaohua was filled with indignation and said without hesitation.
Luo Yaohua made a good start. Yang Bo turned to look at Liu Pang and said, "are you sure there is a map this time?"
Liu chubby chuckled, "this kind of thing is they let loose wind, and the information we get is certainly not true."
Yang Bo didn't speak. He turned his head and looked ahead. At this time, there was a white bronze flat pot with dragon patterns on the table. The silver pot had dragon patterns on it. It looked quite fierce, but it was quite different from the Central Plains in painting style.
Luo Yaohua looked at Yang Bo and said, "take it?"
"How much money do you have?"
Luo Yaohua left and shut up because they didn't have much money if they really counted the funds. Moreover, they came here with a purpose. Naturally, they couldn't spend all the money so early.
The silver pot finally sold for 280000 yuan.
The next few pieces are all cultural relics with Mongolian characteristics. Yang Bo can even see the newly unearthed traces on some cultural relics, but he certainly doesn't say much about such things.
The Japanese were very low-key. After a bad start for the first time, after a long time, they finally got a silver inlaid Coral Pendant. The pendant was very exquisite. Luo Yaohua did not speak. The man who had seen him at the scene raised the price twice in advance, which was the only way for the Japanese to become friends.
Yang Bo looked at the man and asked Liu, "what's his name?"
"Yuwen is a compound surname, but he is very strange. He has a nameless surname. Maybe he has a name, but he didn't give it to outsiders. It is said that he is proficient in Fengshui Yishu." Liu said.
Yang Bo looked over there and was very curious, but he knew that it was not the time to say more, so he had to shut up.After two more auctions, the atmosphere in the venue gradually became warm. The Japanese people were robbed every time they made a move, which made them powerless. However, the UBA, who presided over the auction, was very happy.
Soon, a scepter was brought up. The scepter had a Silver Eagle head as its head, which looked very dignified.
UBA held the scepter above his head, looked respectful, and knelt down toward the north, "Heaven protect you forever!"
After Wuba kneels down, Yang Bo can hear the sound of his forehead colliding with the ground when he kowtows.
Everyone at the scene was a little surprised, but they all joined hands, lowered their heads, and made a gesture of prayer.
Wu Ba stood up and held up his scepter. He said, "this Scepter was left by Bayer, the Seventh National Master of the Yuan Dynasty. It is a symbol of the supreme divine power and the belief of our Mongolian people."
As he spoke, UBA's face was filled with a look of worship.
"This scepter is priceless!" UBA cried out.
The scene was quiet. From the beginning of UBA kneeling down, the scene began to be a little quiet, which was very abnormal. At this time, no one dared to bid!
Yang Bo was a little curious and looked around. When he saw everyone's eyes drooping, he didn't even take a look. He realized that many people have taboos and are not willing to buy this kind of object, because sometimes things representing faith always have strange elements.
"Half a million!" The Japanese thin translator raised his hand.
Yang Bo didn't pay any attention. He looked at the scepter, and the scene was in a trance. He actually saw the black Scepter forming a black vortex, which absorbed all the light. Yang Bo looked at the past, and his eyes were fixed on him. He could not move at all, and his body became stiff. This made him flustered!
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Luo Yaohua suddenly pulled Yang Bo and raised his chin not far away. "You see, is that Japanese people over there?"
Yang Bo quickly looked up and saw that there were three people sitting in the northwest corner of the yurt. They sat in the corner very quietly and did not talk to the people nearby.
If it wasn't for Luo Yaohua's reminding, Yang Bo has not paid attention to it. If we look at the past carefully, we can see that the two men sitting at the front of the table are Japanese, while the other one is a skinny man with flattery and eyes sitting on the side.
"Hum!" Yang Bo snorted coldly, "how can this kind of place let the Japanese come in?"
"Yes, look back and see if the organizers will drive them away!" Luo Yaohua agrees.
Liu fat man sat on one side, heard two people's words, can't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead, said in a soft voice: "two, let's be quiet."
Yang Bo turned to look at the past, and listened to Liu Pang's ear. "You don't often participate in this kind of black market. You may not know the specific situation, especially Yang Bo. You are from Jinling. There are a lot of Japanese people who will participate in these years in the north."
Yang Bo is a little surprised, "in this way, will not cause the loss of cultural relics?"
Liu chubby shook his head and laughed bitterly, "where can I manage this kind of thing? And for most sellers, as long as they can sell and the price is high, they won't care whether the buyer is human or ghost."
Yang Bo looked at the northwest corner. He was angry, but he had nothing to do. He had to make a trap for Japanese people!
Soon, a man in Mongolian costume came in. He was big and his voice was even more rough. "My name is Wuba. It's already late. Let's start early. Next, we'll follow the old rules. The one with the higher price will get it."
Then, without any nonsense, the man clapped his hands and saw a man come in with a tray and put it on the table.
When the cover was lifted, UBA said, "a mengdao, the starting price is 150000!"
Yang Bo looked up and saw a knife in the tray. There was a wooden sheath on the outside of the knife. Probably because of the age, the wooden sheath had turned black. There were exquisite silver ornaments on the outside of the scabbard. The handle was tied with red rope. At the other end, there was a fire sickle with silver ornaments.
The overall appearance is very exquisite. Yang Bo looks at the past again, and the light flashes and the aperture forms. It is actually a Mongolian Dao in the middle of Qing Dynasty.
Many people at the scene got up to inspect the goods, but Yang Bo did not move.
Soon, they all sat down. The middle-aged man sitting next to Yang Bo said directly, "180000!"
"200000!"
"250000!"
Yang Bo turned to see the thin man sitting in the northwest corner and asked the price.
Yang Bo frowned a little and planned to wait for the price to rise again. However, Luo Yaohua could not wait to say: "400000!"
The scene suddenly quieted down, Yang Bo sat on one side, pulled Luo Yaohua, and whispered: "this price is high."
Luo Yaohua was stunned for a moment, "why didn't you say it earlier?"
Yang Bo had no choice but to shake his head. Wu BA in front of him clapped his hands and said, "deal
"In order to prevent the outflow of cultural relics, what is the loss?" Luo Yaohua was filled with indignation and said without hesitation.
Luo Yaohua made a good start. Yang Bo turned to look at Liu Pang and said, "are you sure there is a map this time?"
Liu chubby chuckled, "this kind of thing is they let loose wind, and the information we get is certainly not true."
Yang Bo didn't speak. He turned his head and looked ahead. At this time, there was a white bronze flat pot with dragon patterns on the table. The silver pot had dragon patterns on it. It looked quite fierce, but it was quite different from the Central Plains in painting style.
Luo Yaohua looked at Yang Bo and said, "take it?"
"How much money do you have?"
Luo Yaohua left and shut up because they didn't have much money if they really counted the funds. Moreover, they came here with a purpose. Naturally, they couldn't spend all the money so early.
The silver pot finally sold for 280000 yuan.
The next few pieces are all cultural relics with Mongolian characteristics. Yang Bo can even see the newly unearthed traces on some cultural relics, but he certainly doesn't say much about such things.
The Japanese were very low-key. After a bad start for the first time, after a long time, they finally got a silver inlaid Coral Pendant. The pendant was very exquisite. Luo Yaohua did not speak. The man who had seen him at the scene raised the price twice in advance, which was the only way for the Japanese to become friends.
Yang Bo looked at the man and asked Liu, "what's his name?"
"Yuwen is a compound surname, but he is very strange. He has a nameless surname. Maybe he has a name, but he didn't give it to outsiders. It is said that he is proficient in Fengshui Yishu." Liu said.
Yang Bo looked over there and was very curious, but he knew that it was not the time to say more, so he had to shut up.After two more auctions, the atmosphere in the venue gradually became warm. The Japanese people were robbed every time they made a move, which made them powerless. However, the UBA, who presided over the auction, was very happy.
Soon, a scepter was brought up. The scepter had a Silver Eagle head as its head, which looked very dignified.
UBA held the scepter above his head, looked respectful, and knelt down toward the north, "Heaven protect you forever!"
After Wuba kneels down, Yang Bo can hear the sound of his forehead colliding with the ground when he kowtows.
Everyone at the scene was a little surprised, but they all joined hands, lowered their heads, and made a gesture of prayer.
Wu Ba stood up and held up his scepter. He said, "this Scepter was left by Bayer, the Seventh National Master of the Yuan Dynasty. It is a symbol of the supreme divine power and the belief of our Mongolian people."
As he spoke, UBA's face was filled with a look of worship.
"This scepter is priceless!" UBA cried out.
The scene was quiet. From the beginning of UBA kneeling down, the scene began to be a little quiet, which was very abnormal. At this time, no one dared to bid!
Yang Bo was a little curious and looked around. When he saw everyone's eyes drooping, he didn't even take a look. He realized that many people have taboos and are not willing to buy this kind of object, because sometimes things representing faith always have strange elements.
"Half a million!" The Japanese thin translator raised his hand.
Yang Bo didn't pay any attention. He looked at the scepter, and the scene was in a trance. He actually saw the black Scepter forming a black vortex, which absorbed all the light. Yang Bo looked at the past, and his eyes were fixed on him. He could not move at all, and his body became stiff. This made him flustered!
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Luo Yaohua suddenly pulled Yang Bo and raised his chin not far away. "You see, is that Japanese people over there?" Yang Bo quickly looked up and saw that there were three people sitting in the northwest corner of the yurt. They sat in the corner very quietly and did not talk to the people nearby. If it wasn't for Luo Yaohua's reminding, Yang Bo has not paid attention to it. If we look at the past carefully, we can see that the two men sitting at the front of the table are Japanese, while the other one is a skinny man with flattery and eyes sitting on the side. "Hum!" Yang Bo snorted coldly, "how can this kind of place let the Japanese come in?" "Yes, look back and see if the organizers will drive them away!" Luo Yaohua agrees. Liu fat man sat on one side, heard two people's words, can't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead, said in a soft voice: "two, let's be quiet." Yang Bo turned to look at the past, and listened to Liu Pang's ear. "You don't often participate in this kind of black market. You may not know the specific situation, especially Yang Bo. You are from Jinling. There are a lot of Japanese people who will participate in these years in the north." Yang Bo is a little surprised, "in this way, will not cause the loss of cultural relics?" Liu chubby shook his head and laughed bitterly, "where can I manage this kind of thing? And for most sellers, as long as they can sell and the price is high, they won't care whether the buyer is human or ghost." Yang Bo looked at the northwest corner. He was angry, but he had nothing to do. He had to make a trap for Japanese people! Soon, a man in Mongolian costume came in. He was big and his voice was even more rough. "My name is Wuba. It's already late. Let's start early. Next, we'll follow the old rules. The one with the higher price will get it." Then, without any nonsense, the man clapped his hands and saw a man come in with a tray and put it on the table. When the cover was lifted, UBA said, "a mengdao, the starting price is 150000!" Yang Bo looked up and saw a knife in the tray. There was a wooden sheath on the outside of the knife. Probably because of the age, the wooden sheath had turned black. There were exquisite silver ornaments on the outside of the scabbard. The handle was tied with red rope. At the other end, there was a fire sickle with silver ornaments. The overall appearance is very exquisite. Yang Bo looks at the past again, and the light flashes and the aperture forms. It is actually a Mongolian Dao in the middle of Qing Dynasty. Many people at the scene got up to inspect the goods, but Yang Bo did not move. Soon, they all sat down. The middle-aged man sitting next to Yang Bo said directly, "180000!" "200000!" "250000!" Yang Bo turned to see the thin man sitting in the northwest corner and asked the price. Yang Bo frowned a little and planned to wait for the price to rise again. However, Luo Yaohua could not wait to say: "400000!" The scene suddenly quieted down, Yang Bo sat on one side, pulled Luo Yaohua, and whispered: "this price is high." Luo Yaohua was stunned for a moment, "why didn't you say it earlier?" Yang Bo had no choice but to shake his head. Wu BA in front of him clapped his hands and said, "deal "In order to prevent the outflow of cultural relics, what is the loss?" Luo Yaohua was filled with indignation and said without hesitation. Luo Yaohua made a good start. Yang Bo turned to look at Liu Pang and said, "are you sure there is a map this time?" Liu chubby chuckled, "this kind of thing is they let loose wind, and the information we get is certainly not true." Yang Bo didn't speak. He turned his head and looked ahead. At this time, there was a white bronze flat pot with dragon patterns on the table. The silver pot had dragon patterns on it. It looked quite fierce, but it was quite different from the Central Plains in painting style. Luo Yaohua looked at Yang Bo and said, "take it?" "How much money do you have?" Luo Yaohua left and shut up because they didn't have much money if they really counted the funds. Moreover, they came here with a purpose. Naturally, they couldn't spend all the money so early. The silver pot finally sold for 280000 yuan. The next few pieces are all cultural relics with Mongolian characteristics. Yang Bo can even see the newly unearthed traces on some cultural relics, but he certainly doesn't say much about such things. The Japanese were very low-key. After a bad start for the first time, after a long time, they finally got a silver inlaid Coral Pendant. The pendant was very exquisite. Luo Yaohua did not speak. The man who had seen him at the scene raised the price twice in advance, which was the only way for the Japanese to become friends. Yang Bo looked at the man and asked Liu, "what's his name?" "Yuwen is a compound surname, but he is very strange. He has a nameless surname. Maybe he has a name, but he didn't give it to outsiders. It is said that he is proficient in Fengshui Yishu." Liu said. Yang Bo looked over there and was very curious, but he knew that it was not the time to say more, so he had to shut up.After two more auctions, the atmosphere in the venue gradually became warm. The Japanese people were robbed every time they made a move, which made them powerless. However, the UBA, who presided over the auction, was very happy. Soon, a scepter was brought up. The scepter had a Silver Eagle head as its head, which looked very dignified. UBA held the scepter above his head, looked respectful, and knelt down toward the north, "Heaven protect you forever!" After Wuba kneels down, Yang Bo can hear the sound of his forehead colliding with the ground when he kowtows. Everyone at the scene was a little surprised, but they all joined hands, lowered their heads, and made a gesture of prayer. Wu Ba stood up and held up his scepter. He said, "this Scepter was left by Bayer, the Seventh National Master of the Yuan Dynasty. It is a symbol of the supreme divine power and the belief of our Mongolian people." As he spoke, UBA's face was filled with a look of worship. "This scepter is priceless!" UBA cried out. The scene was quiet. From the beginning of UBA kneeling down, the scene began to be a little quiet, which was very abnormal. At this time, no one dared to bid! Yang Bo was a little curious and looked around. When he saw everyone's eyes drooping, he didn't even take a look. He realized that many people have taboos and are not willing to buy this kind of object, because sometimes things representing faith always have strange elements. "Half a million!" The Japanese thin translator raised his hand. Yang Bo didn't pay any attention. He looked at the scepter, and the scene was in a trance. He actually saw the black Scepter forming a black vortex, which absorbed all the light. Yang Bo looked at the past, and his eyes were fixed on him. He could not move at all, and his body became stiff. This made him flustered! www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
