Chapter 315 Demonic Thoughts

Chicago Civic Opera House, Sotheby's Auction House.

An atmosphere like gunpowder smoke spread in the venue, and hundreds of golden pupils stared at the dark golden dragon bones.

"Normally speaking, transactions involving next-generation dragon bodies are all barter, but this time, our seller specifically emphasized that only US dollars are accepted for transactions, but the gold can be exchanged according to the market price of the last thirty days. The average price is converted into U.S. dollars instead.”

The auctioneer said loudly: "According to the custom of the auction house, I should first introduce the item, such as its use and how precious it is, but the value of this keel does not need me to go into details, so we will start bidding directly! The starting price is three Ten million dollars!”

"Forty million dollars!"

There was an immediate bid from the guest table below.

"Fifty million!"

A new price follows.

"Fifty-five million!"

…

"Seventy million!"

In just a few tens of seconds of bidding, the price of the keel has more than doubled - this is entirely because the starting price set by the seller is too conservative.

"One hundred million."

In the luxurious private room in the southwest, someone directly raised the price by 30 million US dollars.

"Solomon's Temple?" Angers raised his eyebrows.

"Principal, how do you know? Could it be that the person bidding is an acquaintance?" Lu Mingfei asked from the side.

"If your definition of acquaintance is someone I've been beaten by, that's true." Angers nodded.

"Do they have money?" Lu Mingfei asked a very important question.

"They are dragon blood dealers. They accept commissions from certain families, check the client's bloodline and genes, and then select suitable mixed-race girls from all over the world and bring them back for training. These mixed-race girls are selected through comprehensive genetic and ancestry testing. The selected ones, no matter what their own bloodline is, can 100% give birth to a mixed-race with a corresponding client whose bloodline is higher than the stable bloodline of both parents," Angers said, "Do you think there are any people who do such dirty work? money?"

"Tsk." Lu Mingfei expressed his thoughts in one syllable.

"Although these guys are disgusting and arrogant, and even try to tame dragons, one thing is for sure, that is, the wealth they have accumulated ranks among the top three among all the mixed-race forces in Europe," Angers smiled. Laughing, "Fortunately, the secret party's financial resources are the largest in Europe."

Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up to the principal, but his eyes were fixed on the keel below. A guess in his mind became clearer - it would be better to get this thing.

While Lu Mingfei was thinking, Angers had already raised his number plate marked "92" and made a bid: "120 million."

Angers himself couldn't afford so much money, but Norma had given him 80% of the college's liquidity mobilization authority.

"One hundred and twenty million dollars at a time!" the auctioneer hammered down. "This price is really terrible, but if it is used to buy the keel of a duke, it is as worthwhile as exchanging gold for spring water of immortality!"

Auctioneers are very good at stoking the fire and inciting the atmosphere. This is a trick to get the auction price to be higher - but now almost no one feels that the auctioneer is exaggerating - a piece of Duke's keel that can be bought with money, now The price is indeed a bit low.

Everyone wants this keel, but 80% of the people in the venue will not bid because they know that they have no ability to compete. If nothing else happens, this keel will only belong to those in the luxurious private rooms. A representative or high-level official of a certain big force.

"One hundred and fifty million." A special voice sounded from the box on the far right. No one could explain why such a careless female voice was so charming that it made people's hearts flutter.

The floor-to-ceiling window of the box has been opened, and a girl wearing an Islamic embroidered robe is sitting on a luxurious bench, holding the "88" number plate in her hand.

The golden veil covered her entire face, leaving only her graceful eyes with a wisp of crimson at the corners. Her hair was tied up in a high bun with a bright red rope.

For the convenience of the bidding box, the floor-to-ceiling windows will be opened. The people sitting in the main seats are either old people with wrinkled faces or dignified middle-aged people. The only exceptions are No. 92 and No. 88.

Angers is an old man, but everyone who sees him will subconsciously exclude him from the category of elderly people.

No. 88 is a beautiful girl. Although the veil covers the lower half of her face, her charming eyes are enough to eclipse many mixed races known for their beauty.

Lu Mingfei sat next to Angre and looked at the girl wearing Islamic robes, not knowing what expression to make for a moment.

Unexpectedly, not only the principal has old acquaintances here, but he also has them.

Although only the upper half of the other person's face was exposed, he still recognized this old acquaintance through this half of the face and the previous voice.

Mai Shutoku.

She opened her mouth to ask for 150 million. It seems that the financial resources of the BOSS behind her should not be underestimated.

Lu Mingfei said secretly.

"One hundred and sixty million."

The bidder this time was the Solomon Temple Association again. When the price reached this level, even the top hybrid forces' bids became much more relaxed.

"One hundred and eighty million."

Not everyone will choose a moderation approach - for example, Angers likes to use price to express his determination.

There was an old man sitting in the box at Solomon's Temple, an old man wearing a toga. He was sitting on a bench, his wrinkles were as deep as if they were wedged with a knife, and he was leaning on a scepter in his hand. He looked like Like a senator from ancient Rome.

Like Angers, he also brought young people with him, but he brought two men, one man and one woman. The man was Asian and the woman was blond and had a hot figure.

"I didn't expect Angers to be very interested in keels." The old man, who looked like an ancient Roman senator, said.

"Tosk," Angers looked at the old man, "What? Will Solomon's Temple also lack a keel?"

"One hundred and eighty million once!" the auctioneer hammered down.

Auctions are always prone to quarrels, and the confrontation between Angers and Tosk seemed normal to him, an auctioneer who has presided over auctions for thirty years.

But in the final analysis, the real decisive factor in an auction is the bid.

"One hundred and ninety million." Tosk quoted again.

"Two hundred million." Angers followed closely.

"Two hundred and twenty million." Mai Shutoku was not to be outdone.

With the sudden appearance of Mai Shutoku and two old men bidding, the price of the keel has been rising all the way, even reaching 300 million US dollars - this amount of money is enough to have a very obvious impact on the economic situation of a small and medium-sized country.

Mai Shutoku was the first to give up, either because she ran out of money or because she felt it was not worth spending 300 million to buy a dragon bone.

Angers and Tosc still have no intention of giving up, and prices continue to rise.

Lu Mingfei leaned on the sofa, holding his chin in one hand, looking at the Solomon Temple opposite, and suddenly felt a sense of irritation for no reason.

At some point, his eyes turned into a sharp green-gold color. When Lu Mingfei reacted, a ray of consciousness had turned into a sharp sword and flew out.

The person who finally took the keel was Angers, because his biggest rival Tosk suddenly fell into a coma halfway through the competition with him.

…

After the auction ended, Lu Mingfei followed the principal out of the box and was led towards the place where he and his "old friend" agreed to meet. Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Unexpectedly, the deeper influence of the Heartbeat Realm would actually appear on him. Among all monks, only about half of the people would have "devil thoughts" in the Heartbeat Realm. Among Taoist monks, this proportion was much lower.

Why do I have demonic thoughts?

Lu Mingfei was puzzled.