Ma Jie laughed out loud and said, "If it were my nephew, I would be very happy to pay for Lord Lingzun."

This time, Xu Zhizhi just smiled.

After the price reached 52 million, many people stopped bidding. Murong Heze was a little stunned. He didn't want to buy it. He just raised the price and disgusted Xu Zhizai. Now, Xu Zhizai is not bidding anymore. What should I do?

Wang Houzi, who was in charge of the auction, roared three times. Seeing that no one had made a bid, he immediately took the auction hammer and announced the transaction.

Then we go through the relevant procedures. This kind of auction is not the formal auction house. Naturally, we pay after the auction and take the baby away.

However, Murong Heze has no money, at least, he can't afford 52 million.

Zhou Xiru stood up and whispered to Wang Houzi.

Wang Houzi nodded and thought to himself that his uncle had a close relationship with her. Although she asked him for the two red glazes and assisted Tu Xingsun in attacking the ring, causing him to suffer heavy losses, she finally took action and maintained the draw.

Money is not brought by life or death, as long as the foundation is still there, you can make money slowly.

So, he felt a little grateful to her.

"Is this person really not rich?" Wang Houzi whispered, "Didn't it mean that those who can come here are all figures with demons and good reputations?"

"There are many people with demons who are well-known, but it doesn't mean that they can afford antiques." Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "Old man, you have to know that antiques are valuable only in the eyes of those who understand them."

"It's like Qi Baishi's "Dragonfly Playing with Lotus Picture", for me, it's a treasure of art, and it's not exchanged for a thousand golds. But for ordinary people, what can this thing do? Hunger cannot fill the hunger, cold cannot keep the cold, it's just a piece of waste paper."

"For him, Ru kiln celadon is just a piece of old rag that someone else uses." Zhou Xiru smiled, "Don't say that he has no money, even if he has money, he won't buy it."

"Just like this, he dares to bring people to see the goods?" Wang Houzi was stunned.

"He regards Dou Gu as a big bet, and wins both fame and fortune!" Zhou Xiru said, "Don't you understand?"

"So ignorant?" Wang Houzi was really shocked. He had never seen anyone who had never understood antiques before. He dared to play fighting against ancient Chinese. The birthday boy ate arsenic and disliked his life for a long time?

As he said that, Wang Houzi immediately called his assistant to handle related matters, and then he took his people toward Murong Heze—

"Mr. Murong, please pay the antique money you took?" Wang Houzi smiled and bowed slightly, with a humble and polite attitude.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Hu Yang quietly prepared to slip away. Many people in the conference room were about to leave.

After a moment of silence, Murong and Ze said angrily: "Who is missing your money?"

"Ha..." Wang Houzi said with a smile, "Mr. Murong, look at what you said. Such a little money is just a drop in the bucket for you, how could it be missing the old man?"

"But, although the little old man did not go bankrupt tonight, he lost badly enough. You should pay first and then inspect the goods."

"Look, Professor Wang is waiting there. If you check it correctly, hurry up and ask him to issue a certificate."

A ruthless look flashed across Murong Heze's face, and a little angry in his tone said, "You wait--"

"Yeah, we support payment of money transfers, cash checks, bank promissory notes, etc., but we do not accept acceptance." Wang Houzi said softly, "After all, we are not as rich as Miss Zhou, and acceptance needs to be waited slowly..."

Think about it, if the acceptance of 52 million yuan is discounted in advance, it is not a small number, so Wang Houzi naturally doesn't want it.

Murong Heze stood up and called—

"What did you say?" Mrs. Feifeng was very angry at the other end of the phone. At this time, her stupid nephew actually went to spend 52 million to buy an antique?

In the popular saying now, are your brain broken?

Do you really don’t know that the family has no money?

However, she didn't say this sentence. The family had no money, her elder brother was still trying to save face, and her old father often said, "What's wrong with our Murong family?"

For Murong Feifeng, collection - natural collection of jewelry, or brand-name bags, jewelry, and it also needs to be limited editions or solitary products. Only such things have collection value.

Antiques - that's what people use for old things, and do you know whether it's true or not?

"Aunt, I... don't want to buy it. It was him who deliberately set a trap to jump for me." Murong Heze was a little anxious. He was raised by Mrs. Feifeng, and he was a little afraid of her.

"He is here too?" asked Mrs. Feifeng.

"Yes, aunt, he took that girl with her. She made a lot of money today, and there were antiques..." Murong Heze was very jealous. Why can't he make money?

Oh, and that girl in her own family is also a fool. Men will not seduce her, but will only make trouble.

Of course, Murong Heze did not reflect on his own problems at all. Why is he so upright as a big man who doesn’t make money, but he just wants his aunt and sister to use beauty to seduce men to make money? Then, he is so arrogant and has a soft meal?

"Aunt, I... really didn't spend money on purpose..." Murong Heze was busy lowering his attitude and pushed the responsibility towards Xu Zhizhi.

"Aunt, everyone is watching me... If I don't pay, the wealthy families in the Demon City will know tomorrow. I will cheat at the auction today." Murong Heze added.

This is a matter of face. If he spreads it, he certainly has no face, but the Murong family will be ridiculed by the upper class of the Demon City.

He could even foresee that in the next few years, people would say this when they saw him: "Murong Heze, I heard that you didn't have the money to pay for Ru Ci last time?"

"I understand, send me the bank account WeChat." Mrs. Feifeng said directly after pondering for a moment.

"Okay, okay!" Murong and Zeru were amnesty and hurriedly agreed, hung up the phone, and sent Mrs. Feifeng the bank account provided by Wang Houzi and the others to Mrs. Feifeng.

After hanging up the phone, Murong Heze breathed a sigh of relief and said arrogantly: "Take Ru Ci over and show me?"

"Mr. Murong, the money has not been brought over yet." Wang Houzi still smiled humbly. His subordinates were holding brocade boxes washed with Ru kiln melon-shaped pens, and stood by him carefully serving.

"As long as the money is received, Ru porcelain will be presented immediately." Wang Houzi added.

Murong Heze looked unhappy and sneered: "My decent Murong family, how much money will he owe you?"

This time, Wang Houzi just smiled and stopped talking. He didn't know whether other families would owe money. However, the Murong family would definitely owe money, because many people in the Demon City knew that the Murong family had no money and only had empty shells left, and they were all as arrogant as 20,000 to 50,000.
Chapter completed!