Chapter 442 Lost

Because the technology of the Protoss is much higher than that of humans, whether it is the staff of the auction house or the experts and professors in the field of mechanical manufacturing, they naturally treat the transport plane and the Immortal as the remains of the Epsilon, even if there are obvious differences in the details.

Just like the human race has completely different cultures, so it has derived different architectural styles and artistic styles, God knows if the Ipsilonians also have such differences.

According to the results of the negotiation between the person in charge of the "Somare" auction house and Tang Fang, the starting price of the two items is 13 billion star coins, and the minimum price increase is no less than 500 million star coins.

13 billion star coins, almost equal to the value of the 10 remains of the Ypsilon ruins, and this is still the starting price, from which we can see how precious the complete Ypsilon ruins are. After all, the related technology contained in an Ypsilon wreck is incomplete in most cases, which adds another layer of obstacles to the already difficult technology duplication, but the complete Ypsilon remains are different, They have a very complete technology tree and are easier for humans to master.

"Ding!" A pleasant light sound flashed, and the bidding session officially started.

"15 billion!"

The first item to be auctioned is the Immortal, which is so powerful that it looks like a mobile turret at first glance. As soon as it appeared on the stage, it was directly raised by 2 billion, jumping from 13 billion to 15 billion.

The price increase of 2 billion did not bring any change to the atmosphere of the scene; no matter whether it was in the audience or on the stage, no one present showed a similar expression of shock or surprise, because this is too normal, in the complete Ipsilon Under the temptation of the relics, no one can completely control their minds, because they represent the progress of science and technology and the increase of national strength.

The host had a bright smile on his face. Just like the red sun jumping out of the ground at the end of the silver-clad earth, the light and the snow reflect each other, bright and clear, bright and dazzling.

The number on the bidding system display changes every second, and each change is at least one Longsword-class frigate.

"15.5 billion!"

"16 billion!"

"17 billion!"

"..."

People in the hall on the first floor rarely quote because they know it. Things of this level are simply beyond the reach of the companies they represent. There is a saying that "every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of being pregnant".

Most of them come to participate in the auction with the mentality of joining in the fun, come to see the world, keep a long eye, write down what they see and hear and post it on "Facebook",

This will be very face-saving, and it will appear that you are a person of status.

A waiter passed by with a fruit plate and drinks in his hand. But few people will stop them to ask for something to eat and drink, the guests will only think that the girls are an eyesore, even if they have slender white legs, or good-looking faces, because no matter how beautiful they are, they are not as attractive as the things on the big screen .

The value on the monitor has jumped to 31 billion star coins, but the expression on Tang Fang's face is like a little silvery white on Wanrenxue Peak, not cold, but unchanged from time immemorial.

Old Corey has asked two consecutive "why". But he just didn't answer, just squinted and smiled while pinching the goblet filled with a light layer of amber liquor. It seems that there are elves dancing beautifully in it.

Like the time White David came, old Cory also brought a bottle of 30-year-old wine, but the whiskey was replaced by brandy.

Thanks to Alma, Howson didn't follow, so the bottle was safely placed on the table instead of falling into the arms of some reckless man. Finally turned those well-born wines into some kind of liquid in the bathroom.

"Why?" This was the third time old Corey asked.

Tang Fang shook the wine in his glass, and suddenly said something inexplicable: "I don't know if Mr. Corey has heard of it, but there is an old saying in China that drunkards don't want to drink."

Corey Christian is an out-and-out white man, how could he have heard such ancient Chinese. He didn't know who a drunkard was, let alone what the so-called "wine" referred to, but his eyes were very sharp, and he caught the fleeting flash in Tang Fang's eyes.

So he fell silent, stopped asking questions, picked up the wine on the coffee table and poured some for Tang Fang again. The brandy has a high alcohol content, and he only poured a shallow layer, which was less than one-tenth of the goblet. .

He was suddenly very glad to be able to sit here and listen to the kid on the opposite side playing these incomprehensible tricks.

The number on the display of the bidding system is still jumping, and it is already close to the "50 billion" mark. This money is fully worth the value of a half Rubik's Cube-class aircraft carrier.

Old Corey looked up and watched the last drop of wine slip into his mouth, feeling the heat recede, and the fruity and woody aroma of grapes permeated, making people feel like they were in a fairyland of grass and trees.

Claire was still flipping through her cookbook, and Grant was still struggling with which discounted items to add to the shopping cart, and it was hilarious to watch, because the two of them looked like kids trying to do their homework while their grown-ups It was a random chat with a friend who came from afar, with a chuckle or two from time to time.

This is an auction, not an ancient castle with a mottled exterior, but a luxurious and exquisite interior. There are no old gramophone records here, and no sterling silver cups with boiling coffee.

"92 billion!"

The process from 81 billion to 92 billion was very fast, because it only experienced a price increase, because the person who increased the price was Wang Xingyuan, the manager of the "Babylon" branch of "Black Thorn Shipping Industry", and his status was similar to that of old Corey.

"98 billion!" The host's voice was a little hoarse. I don't know if it was because he was tired of singing the price, or he had some special feelings for the number "98 billion".

The bidder was MacDonald, because he hated Tang Fang very much. The so-called hating black and black was naturally not very friendly to Wang Xingyuan. Who said that Westerners don't have a way of thinking like "people who are not my race must have different hearts", Mike Downer is an out-and-out nationalist, and there is one thing he has never said to anyone - he is a staunch Hitler fan!

"100 billion!"

Finally, the bid for the Immortal broke through the 100 billion mark. The bidder this time was none other than Corey Christian, who was drinking and chatting with Tang Fang.

"I'll add fire to them," he said.

Tang Fang shrugged: "Those people in sovereign countries haven't done anything yet."

"They have always been able to sit still." Old Corey chuckled: "Because apart from the serious bidding method, they have other channels."

"For example, pirates?" Tang Fang shook the glass, watching the golden liquid winding out a charming foot on the wall of the glass.

Old Corey smiled: "It's wrong to rob."

Tang Fang also smiled: "I don't think I've heard what you said."

Just when the two foxes, one big and one small, were playing their game, the bidding price continued to rise, and the representatives of the Silver Eagle Group and the Sulu Empire were unwilling to be lonely and joined the bidding. In just a few rounds, the bidding price soared again, reaching 130 billion, and still rising rapidly.

The meeting hall on the first floor was completely silent, and most of the representatives of medium-sized enterprises held their breaths and focused their eyes on the bidding system. The whole heart seems to be tied by a rope, and every change of number will make their heart beat faster and their blood pulse.

Five minutes later, the quotation climbed to 162 billion. At this time, there were very few bidders, only Smedley from the "Eco-Sowopuna Group", Wilmot, the representative of the Monya Empire, and the Republic of Date on behalf of Susan.

The reason why Smedley dared to compete with these sovereign countries at the cost of bleeding is because the "Eco-Sowopuna Group" has focused on the development of weapon systems over the years. It is an offensive unit, once it is photographed. Undoubtedly, it will bring unimaginable scientific and technological progress to enterprises and open up new business opportunities.

"180 billion!"

Susan is a woman. In her 40s, she has a more stable and cautious personality than ordinary people. This is her psychological limit. She raised the price by 18 billion because she was fed up with this suffering. If the other two people are not dead Heart, she will give up the fight for the immortal.

180 billion! It is almost the value of a battleship formation, but the auction item on the big screen is a land vehicle. Even though its weapon system is very advanced, it wants to transplant it to battleships. I'm afraid it won't be easy.

The venue fell silent. Although the people on the first floor stopped asking prices and focused on the competition between the big companies and the representatives of various countries, but at this moment, they have all restrained their voices and dare not speak out. He stared straight at the gavel that the host slammed down hard.

This is already the second time the hammer has been hammered. If no one raises the price, the first auction item will be won by the Republic of Date.

"190 billion!"

Suddenly, the number on the monitor changed, and it was also a big price increase of tens of billions. Wilmot was one of the few representatives of countries who could raise the price so generously that they regarded tens of billions of star coins as a trifling matter.

The host's arm trembled twice, but the hammer did not fall down after all, and Susan in the private room had already sat back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief. In her opinion, this was more tense than fighting.

"190 billion for the first time, 190 billion for the second time..." The host's shout resounded through the sound system throughout the venue.

The waiters stopped walking, and some participants tucked the handkerchiefs rolled into beautiful patterns in the towel pockets of their suits, and some touched the stubble on their chins.

In the third private room from the left on the 2nd floor of the venue, Smedley gritted his teeth and stared at the gavel that was shaking slightly in the host's hand before hitting it. He suddenly felt cruel and pressed the price increase button on his pda.

Surprisingly, the bidding system did not respond, and the number on the display was still 190 billion, as if petrified.

Smedley was in a hurry, and pressed the price increase button again... There was still no response, and the "1900" floating above the holographic projector was like a face with a sarcastic smile, mocking his incompetence.

broken? The pda is broken? It actually broke at such a critical moment? Smedley's blood rushed to his brain immediately. Didn't the damn "Somare" auction house promise that the failure rate of the system was only 0.0000001%? It is simply unacceptable that such a low-probability event fell on his head.

He doesn't believe in evil, and he has another method - in order to ensure the smooth progress of the auction, in addition to the simple and easy-to-operate pda remote bidding method, the auction house also set up the original placard mode.

Then he only needs to open the front window and lift the black number plate next to it to stop the host from dropping the hammer.

Smedley straightened up and hurried to the front window, who knew that he moved so violently that he accidentally wiped the coffee table, a cup just happened to roll under his feet, and then he fell out like that, hitting his head On the big red carpet embroidered with complicated patterns, I fell dizzy.

After about a few breaths. Smedley's assistant rushed over to help him up. At this moment, the host dropped a hammer, and poor Smedley just woke up and passed out.

190 billion! Wilmot from the Monya Empire bought the Immortal for 190 billion.

Driven by the host, the audience burst into warm applause, and some people looked up at the private rooms on the second floor. The emotions in the eyes are complicated.

"190 billion..." Old Corey shook his head, a little helpless, and a little self-deprecating. If Tang Fang really handed over these two complete Ypsilon ruins to the "Wanderer Technology Consortium", those people on the board of directors would be willing to do so. How much money? I'm afraid not necessarily!

He loosened his tie, looked up at Tang Fang, felt a chill in his heart for no reason, the young man diagonally opposite was sitting quietly on the sofa, peacefully like a sleeping child when he was not talking. But if you observe it carefully for a moment, you will get a creepy feeling. He is like a pool without ripples and waves. It is so cold and dead silent, because under the pool is an abyss, a bottomless abyss that can swallow everything.

Only now did he understand why Johnny would say that to him—"Don't mess with him!"

It's just... Corey Christian glanced at the second auction item that appeared in midair. Take a deep breath.

He thought of a sentence-the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

The auction of the Immortals ended successfully, and naturally it was the turn of the transport plane. Obviously, the enthusiasm of the guests for this second auction item is much higher than that of the first one. After all, it's an aircraft, and even the stupidest person knows what it means.

Participants on the first floor wanted to know who it would go to and how much it would fetch. The VIPs on the second floor were all eager to try, casting fiery gazes at the Protoss transport plane that was suspended in mid-air and kept spinning.

Except for one person, a person who should have quoted 200 billion star coins for the immortal, his name is Smedley. Manager of the "Babylon" branch of "Eco-Sowopuna".

The auction of the transport plane was suspended by the organizers, and the logistics maintenance personnel were called to the second floor to check the electronic equipment in Smedley's private room.

The room was a bit messy, and several auction house staff rushed into it at once. Because they were busy repairing the equipment, no one noticed the inexplicable depression on the carpet.

About 1 minute later, the inspection results came out, everything was intact, the bidding system was running normally, and the pda was not damaged.

Smedley was a little silly, took the pda back from the staff and pressed it a few times, and found that it had returned to normal, so he vented all his anger on the cup that tripped him, smashing it to pieces.

The participants suddenly felt that the owner of the auction item was very pitiful. If Smedley hadn't tripped over the cup, maybe the first auction item would have broken through the 200 billion star coin mark.

"It's a pity...it's a pity..." Some people shook their heads and sighed.

The representative of the Monya Empire, Viscount Wilmot, was extremely happy. He felt that he had made a profit, a big profit!

As we all know, the Mongya Empire has the disadvantage of insufficient maneuverability in the military field, whether it is vehicles or ships. In response to this defect, the imperial scientific community believes that if the power system of ships and vehicles is simply improved, I am afraid that it will be difficult for a lifetime. If you can't keep up with the pace of the Charles Federation, just like developing the "Earth Knight" Ulikmi Shield, you might as well focus most of your energy on strengthening defenses and improving firepower.

Under the influence of such a development concept, the Immortal with an advanced weapon system naturally became Wilmot's must-have, because Smedley fell so far that he only spent 190 billion to acquire the Immortal. In, what is this not earning?

A picture of him being summoned by His Majesty the Emperor and receiving an award appeared in Wilmot's mind.

Because there is no obvious evidence that the bidding system is malfunctioning, and the "Sormar" auction house cannot be blamed for Smedley's fall, so he can only admit that he is unlucky. Of course, he needs to admit that he is unlucky. Not only him, but also the owner of the auction item - Tang Fang.

In fact, Captain Tang did not show any emotions similar to depression or unwillingness at all. He has always been very calm, drinking calmly, talking calmly, and sitting calmly.

There were 4 people in the private room, and the only one who was not calm was Old Corey!

He didn't think that Smedley's pda would fail for no reason, and he didn't think that the guy a few years younger than him would trip over a cup for no reason.

"What happened?" He looked at Tang Fang, but only smiled.

He doesn't think that Captain Tang is a person who is willing to suffer: "What the hell is this kid planning!"

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Since Smedley's missed bidding opportunity cannot be blamed on the Somall auction house, the bidding for the transport plane should continue naturally.

Similar to the last time, within a few minutes of the auction, the quotation for the transport plane quickly exceeded the 100 billion mark, and it skyrocketed at an extremely fast speed.

110 billion...120 billion...150 billion...180 billion...200 billion...

The quotation of the transport aircraft easily exceeded 200 billion, and continued to soar. It was not until 300 billion that the skyrocketing momentum began to fall.

Enterprises such as "Black Thorn Shipbuilding Industry", "Ward Heavy Industry", "Eco-Sowopuna Group", "Jessik Shipyard" gradually withdrew from the bidding sequence, and when it reached 450 billion, only the Sauron Empire was left Representing Murphy, Bloomer representing the Phoenix Empire, and Ingersoll representing the Charles Federation are still at a stalemate. (to be continued...)

ps: Thanks to the animals and beasts, the two book friends for their rewards. R12)