Seeing that Ye Xiu and the others actually needed Chen Tingting to bring in, Han Fangfang and others were even more despised.

Tianxiang Palace is a private club with a membership system. The lowest level is a black iron card, which is only for use by yourself. Next is a bronze card, which can be used by others, and you can bring two people each time.

A higher level is a silver card, which can carry five people. As for cards above the gold level, there is no personnel restriction. However, generally speaking, those who own gold cards are extraordinary big names. Awesome people of this level will not bring other people in except for their subordinates.

Each of the four of them had a black iron card. In the entire Rongdu, he was also a top-notch person. What kind of ability could a guy like Ye Xiu, who didn't even have a black iron card?

Ye Xiu didn't think anything. Anyway, he just came here to see the legendary Liu Xian'er. Chen Tingting took it in, so there was no need to take out the purple gold card given by Lao Qin.

The group just walked in.

Tianxiang Palace covers a huge area. In addition to eating, drinking and having fun, there are also small auctions held every week. They are not expensive things, they are all interesting and beautiful toys. Many wealthy and daughters are happy to buy happiness.

Chen Tingting and the others arrived this time just for the auction held here today. Ye Xiu couldn't leave alone, so he followed them to the auction hall.

Even a small auction house has clear levels.

The front row is the silver member, the middle is the bronze member, and the last one is the black iron member. For example, members at the gold level or above have separate private rooms.

In order to take care of Ye Xiu and others, Chen Tingting sat in the Black Iron District together.

The auction had begun for a while, and as soon as everyone sat down, they heard the auctioneer introducing the next item to be auctioned, which was the manuscript of "Sorry, I Don't Have Time to Hug You" written by the well-known writer Falling Xingchen.

As soon as Chen Tingting heard the auctioneer's introduction, her eyes glowed and her face was excited.

She is a loyal fan of the Falling Stars. This book "Sorry, I Can't Hug You" is also her favorite book. This time she came to the auction for the sake of this manuscript.

"Do you like this book?"

Seeing Chen Tingting's excited look, Ye Xiu asked.

"Well, it is said that this book is a personal experience of the Falling Star. I like him very much!"

Chen Tingting said excitedly with her face.

"Haha, then I'll buy it and give it to you..." Ye Xiu smiled.

“Buy it?

Haha, boy, it’s not that I look down on you. Although the auction items here are not very valuable, the starting price is at least 10,000 yuan. There are not enough manuscripts from famous artists like this, but they can’t get them down. Can you afford them?"

Before Chen Tingting could refuse, Zhang Yang, who was sitting on her right, had already sneered.

He had long seen Ye Xiu feel unhappy, and finally seized the opportunity to attack Ye Xiu, so he would not let it go.

"That's right, depending on your family background, it's not easy for your parents to make some money, so don't beat the swollen face and make you fat!"

Another man named Liu Yu also spoke sarcastically.

"I said you are really good. They are from Longyin Village. What if there is a mine at home?"

Han Fangfang's boyfriend Chen Yulou also took the opportunity to laugh.

It seems that he is talking to Ye Xiu, but in fact he is secretly mocking Ye Xiu.

He had no idea about Chen Tingting, but Ye Xiu just said that Han Fangfang was a menopausal woman. Didn’t he scold him?

After all, Han Fangfang is also her girlfriend. If you say that, wouldn’t you scold yourself for finding a middle-aged woman?

He couldn't swallow this tone.

"Yulou, do you really like to joke. If you have a mine at home, you will look like this?

I think it's just a country bumpkin, it would be great if I could earn 50,000 yuan a year..." Liu Yu laughed.

Ye Xiu's face darkened, and Chen Tingting, who was beside him, also changed her face and was about to speak for Ye Xiu. The auctioneer had already given a starting price of 30,000 yuan, and each increase was no less than 10,000 yuan, and the starting price began.

"Forty thousand..." Zhang Yang no longer looked at Ye Xiu and directly asked for the price.

"Tingting, your birthday is a few days in the future. Let's regard it as a birthday gift I gave you!"

After calling the price, Zhang Yang turned around and chuckled at Chen Tingting.

As Chen Tingting's suitor, he naturally knew that this was Chen Tingting's favorite book. It was perfect for buying the manuscript to give it to her as a gift.

Chen Tingting frowned. Her relationship with Zhang Yang and others was just average. She didn't want to accept Zhang Yang's gift, so she wanted to refuse. Han Fangfang next to her had already grabbed her.

"Tingting, don't be polite to Zhang Yang. This kid won a lot of money by betting on jade a while ago. This consumption is nothing!"

Chen Tingting swallowed the words she said. She had already swept her cousin's face for Ye Xiu just now. If she swept her face now, it wouldn't be appropriate. I'll just find a way to return the money to Zhang Yang.

Although the Chen family is not a prominent family in Rongdu, her father is also the boss of a group with assets of over 100 million yuan, and his monthly pocket money is about 100,000 yuan. According to her estimate, the final transaction price of this kind of manuscript is about 100,000 yuan. Even if it is a little more, it doesn’t matter. At worst, I can ask my dad for a little more.

"Fifty thousand..." Someone bidding in front of him.

"Sixty thousand!"

Zhang Yang didn't frown.

"Seventy thousand..." "Eight thousand..." "100 thousand..." "100 thousand..." In just a few breaths, this manuscript has exceeded 100,000.

Zhang Yang's brows also frowned faintly.

"150,000..." Zhang Yang raised the price to 150,000, he believed that this price should scare others away.

"Twenty-hundred thousand..." However, before the auctioneer could speak, another person in front of him directly called out.

The items that start at 30,000 yuan are usually sold at around 100,000 yuan. Now they are just a manuscript, which has been hyped up to 200,000 yuan. Even Zhang Yang is a little painful.

He is also from a good family to be able to enter here, but he is still a student after all, and his usual pocket money is not as much as Chen Tingting. If he hadn't won about one million in gambling some time ago, he wouldn't have dared to bet here.

Now a manuscript costs him hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you don’t feel heartbroken, it is definitely fake. Just thinking about Haikou that you praised in front of Chen Tingting just now, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and asked for a quotation of 300,000 yuan. In the location of the silver area in front, a fat man in his twenties stood up and looked here.

"Zhang Yang, do you want to snatch it from me?"

Seeing the fat man's white and fat face, Zhang Yang's face changed and his hands, which had been half raised, quickly put down.

The fat man snorted proudly, then turned around and sat down, hugging a young woman next to him.

"Zhang Yang, who is he?"

Seeing Zhang Yang's ugly face, Liu Yu next to him asked.

"Liu Xiongwei, the son of the director of the New District Police Department!"

Zhang Yang said with an embarrassment.

He just boasted that Haikou wanted to give this manuscript to Chen Tingting as a gift, but now, he doesn’t even have the courage to quote, which makes him very embarrassed. He just thinks of the other party’s identity, but he dares not offend him at all.

Although his father is just a director of the new district, Rongdu is a provincial capital city itself, and the authority of a district director is not even greater than that of a mayor in a small city like Longyin City. How dare he offend such a person?

After knowing the other party's identity, Chen Yulou and Liu Yu closed their mouths at the same time. Such a young man is indeed not something that rich second generations can provoke.

Chen Tingting, who was standing beside her, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The price of 200,000 was already beyond her budget. If Zhang Yang really took the photo, she really didn't know how to repay it. It would be better if someone snatched it away now.

I just thought of the manuscript that fell stars after all, and I felt a little regretful.
Chapter completed!