Chapter 44: The Holy Light Sword in His Pants

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  "Mr. Ye, this is the Huaxia currency obtained from the auction of Dan medicine, a total of 5.4 billion. Adding the previous one first-order instant recovery pill and one second-order instant recovery pill to compensate for your 30 million. Also, we left behind one bottle of first-order instant recovery pills and one bottle of second-order instant recovery pills, according to the highest auction price, which are 300 million and 2.5 billion respectively. So, in this Swiss general card, there is a total of 8.23 billion, you can check it."

  As soon as the auction is over, those bidders immediately transfer and remit funds, which saves some time and also talks about credibility, allowing the auction to continue.

  Otherwise, the auction will end and transfer the payment. If someone's money is not enough but the item has been bid by him, it is against the rules.

  The Swiss Universal Gold Card is a bank card that can be used worldwide and allows for unlimited storage of funds. The password is linked to the user's iris, so you never have to worry about losing it.

  Taking over the gold card handed by Ye Qingnan, Ye Ming smiled and said, "Thank you."

  "Right."

  Ye Ming suddenly remembered the Holy Light Sword and those two martial skills, and said to Ye Qingnan: "I almost forgot, there is also a bronze-level weapon and two yellow-grade martial skills, I don't know if you want them?"

  "Received, of course received!" Ye Qingnan hastily nodded.

  Martial skills are always in short supply and never too many. For a martial family like theirs, Huang Jie's martial skills were quite good, as many martial artists only practiced ordinary combat techniques. Those combat techniques and special forces were similar, but compared to martial skills, the difference in power was huge.

  As for weapons, in the past, ordinary weapons and elixirs generally required tempering with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, now that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is dwindling, even cultivators' training is not enough to use, let alone tempering weapons. Over time, the quality of these weapons has greatly decreased. Bronze-grade weapons, in the hands of ordinary warriors, may not be able to achieve the effect of divine swords, but they can still play a significant role.

  What's most important is that Ye Qingnan knew that what Ye Ming wanted wasn't anything else, but only Huaxia coins. And they didn't have anything else, just Huaxia coins.

  Ye Ming rummaged through both pockets again, pulled out two rolled-up books, which were the "One Finger Sword" and "Fierce Ox Strength", both of which were low-grade yellow-level martial skills that dropped from killing monsters.

  Ye Ming's actions left Song Qingyu and Ye Qingnan stunned. They had just seen him pull out the dan medicine from his pants pocket, but unexpectedly, he pulled out two more martial skills manuals. Was his pants pocket really that big? It didn't seem like it!

  Especially Song Qingyu, staring tightly at Ye Ming's crotch, her eyes were very clear: I'd like to see if you can still take out the Holy Light Sword from there!

  Her icy gaze made Ye Ming's crotch feel a chill, and he hurriedly covered it with both hands, tensely saying: "What are you looking at here?"

  Song Qingyu's face turned red, and she suppressed the urge to slap Ye Ming. She said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, don't you still have the Holy Light Sword to sell? Hurry up and take it out, don't waste my time."

  Ye Ming finally felt at ease, his right hand rummaged in his pocket for a moment, and with a magical gesture, he slowly pulled out a golden long sword over a meter long under Song Qingyu's astonished gaze.

  "You..."

  Song Qingyu's small mouth opened slightly, looking very incredulous. She didn't believe in magic because it wasn't real to begin with. But Ye Ming was able to pull out a long sword from his pants pocket, under her very eyes, and there was only one possibility.

  It's possible that Ye Qingnan and the old man had also guessed it, and they exchanged a glance, with more guesses about Ye Ming's identity in their minds.

  "How much can these three things be sold for?" Ye Ming asked.

  "This long sword, we can give you the same auction price as the Dragon Slaying Dagger, 190 million. As for those two yellow-grade martial skills, we can give you a total of 300 million. I wonder what Mr. Ye thinks of this price?" Ye Qingnan thought for a moment before saying.

  "Okay."

  Ye Ming knew that this was not an auction, and the price was already very high. They were doing this to keep him as a "big client", and perhaps in the future they would benefit from it.

  Soon, another 3.2 billion was added to the account, plus the previous 8.23 billion, Ye Ming's total Huaxia coins from this auction were 8.55 billion.

  This figure, if placed on those stars and wealthy businessmen, would probably take at least half a lifetime to earn, and some stars, even after a lifetime of poverty, can only look up to this number with longing.

  Ye Ming used about an hour.

  It can only be said that things in life are unpredictable. The previous moment was a bumpy road, but the next moment is a wide and flat highway.

  Having settled everything, under Song Qingyu's urging, Ye Ming didn't linger and entered the elevator with her, heading towards the outside of the auction hall.

  At this time, the auction at the San Yuan Hui Chang was selling its last item, a white porcelain vase with intricate designs and patterns on its surface that seemed to be printed on it as it rotated, dazzling in its brilliance. The porcelain was finely crafted, with a smooth and lustrous glaze, a subtle greenish tint within the whiteness, and an array of delicate floral patterns etched into the underglaze ceramic body. These three elements combined and interacted with each other, complementing and enhancing one another to create a truly dazzling effect.

  The bidders present here are mostly some business celebrities, wealthy and elegant, with considerable assets in their hands, but compared to the big families in the underground hall, they are far from comparable.

  For these people, what they want is fame. Basically, this kind of auction in the name of 'donation', they will all attend, because at the beginning of the auction, TV stations and journalists from all over the country will conduct live broadcasts, which plays a great role for their companies and reputation.

  "4 million!"

  The two had just walked out of the meeting room when they heard a somewhat sharp but familiar voice, turned their heads to look, and it was Lin Zhe with a flushed face.

  As the two looked at Lin Zhe, Lin Zhe's gaze also fell on the two of them, and he couldn't help but smile slightly. After another person quoted a price of 50 million, he directly raised the price to 100 million.

  One thousand million Huaxia coins can buy a piece of porcelain, even if it's the famous shadow blue porcelain from Jingdezhen in the Song Dynasty, it's probably not worth this price.

  As Lin Zhe's words fell, the crowd couldn't help but burst into a murmur, turning their heads to look at him, seeing that he was staring intently ahead, and they followed suit.

  All that can be seen is in the front, two figures slowly approaching, one of whom is a woman, exuding an icy and bone-penetrating aura from head to toe. Her indifferent face, however, is as beautiful as an iceberg, with a clear and elegant fragrance slowly spreading out from where she passes by.

  It was just one glance, and this woman could make many people stop in their tracks.

  However, beside the woman, there was a man. The man's attire wasn't too luxurious, with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking rather idle.

  Compared to Song Qingyu, these people's impression of Ye Ming was a wave of disdain, without exception, treating him as Song Qingyu's assistant or follower.