Chapter 788: Take it down

The entire auction house was in full swing, and such an amazing price increase was unprecedented. From the starting price of 2 million to 10 million, to 20 million, such an abnormal price increase method, even ordinary millionaires can't bear it.

All the eyes were focused outside the private room where Zhang Mu was, and there was a lot of discussion. Everyone was speculating on the identity of the mysterious guest number 076.

"30 million US dollars...Ying, you are even more powerful than I thought." Divalen couldn't help but praise, and Zhang Mu's position in his heart rose by a good ranking.

Divalen's initial purpose of meeting Zhang Mu was very simple. He just regarded Chinatown as a pawn to help the Dark Holy See do tasks and jointly resist the two major guilds of the "Religious Court" and the "Heavenly Inquisition".

But after several months of contact and understanding, Divalen became more and more aware of the terror of Chinatown. This guild is not only full of talents, but also has a strong man with the strength and luck of Zhang Mu. Over time, this huge 'chess piece' gradually became an ally with the 'Dark Holy See'.

But today's scene shocked Di Valen a little. Zhang Mu offered a high price of 30 million US dollars to buy the "Fate Sky Plate", without even blinking his eyelids. How many assets does he have to do this?

While Divalen was shocked, Rigf, Penny and others who came with him also showed distortion. Zhang Mu's mysterious identity background alone was not comparable to them. Thinking about the past, they had tit-for-tat to Zhang Mu, and the words "embarrassment" were written on several people's faces.

Everyone was stunned by this amazing offer, not only Di Valen, but also the other private room...

"The one who bids for China Wings should be..."

Faced with Zhang Mu's astonishing price increase, even the pope and the pope, who were worth billions, could not help but be stunned for a moment and looked at each other. In the entire private room, only Kasa maintained an expressionless face.

"The President of Chinatown, the legendary number one person in the world..." The Pope pondered: "The 30 million destiny sky plate, this price is almost beyond my bottom line..."

"Ha, let me do it." The Pope said, "The magical artifact of the 'Fate Pan' is very suitable for small corps combat. With it, we will win more confidently in the fight in two months..." After that, St. Paul I picked up the auctioneer.

“30 million, the first time!”

“30 million, the second time!”

"30 million, third...! The mysterious guest No. 156 has an additional price, 31 million!"

"Sure enough, the price has been increased again!"

"31 million, even if you spend ten lives, you can't spend it all... Just give me a fraction of it, I won't have to work in this life!"

"Damn it, this is simply a burning money... How much does a house in Beverly Hills cost? It's only a few million! It's not as good as a magical artifact..."

"This No. 156 is such a lunatic!"

There was another wave of discussion in the audience seats. At best, these players can only buy widgets such as "famous generals" and "golden strategy treasures". It is absolutely impossible for artifacts. More than 80% of people cannot even get the starting price.

"It's the Pope again! 31 million!" Divalen's face was slightly cold. In terms of strength, the religious court was no match for the Dark Vatican at all, but when it comes to the strength of the consortium, the Golt Consortium was more powerful than his Meben Consortium.

"Hey, Valen." Zhang Mu turned his head and said, "If the price is opened but cannot afford it, what will happen?"

Divalen's face turned green and completely lost his previous calmness. He whispered: "Ying, don't do anything randomly! This is no better than those antique auctions and jewelry auctions. If you offer a price but can't afford it, you will be sentenced for the crime of "disrupting the auction order". You..."

"Don't be so nervous, just make a joke with you." Zhang Mu laughed loudly, and under Divalen's gaze, he typed a row of small words into the auctioneer.

"40 million! 40 million! The mysterious guest No. 076 bid 40 million!"

After the auctioneer's roar, the auction venue with thousands of people was silent.

This person is crazy!

Buy a one-piece magical artifact for US$40 million!

Absolutely crazy!

"I'll give up." The Pope spread his hands and softened his hands on the sofa.

The Pope looked at the Pope, then looked at Casa and said, "Casa, where are you?"

Kasa slowly turned her face like a robot and shook her head gently. I don’t know if she had no money to buy it or wasn’t interested.

The first day's auction lasted until evening. When Zhang Mu and his gang walked out of the private room, there was a burst of extremely warm applause from all directions.

Two of the three "first-grade artifacts" auctioned on the first day fell into the hands of this group of people, and they were indeed qualified to enjoy the applause.

It was not until this time that people finally saw the true faces of the mysterious guests, all of whom were young people.

"Thank you." Divalen nodded and smiled at everyone. Although Zhang Mu was not used to being covered by the spotlight, he had no choice but to nod in a daze.

After nearly ten minutes of applause, several men in expensive suits walked from the other side. After coming to everyone, a blond man with blue eyes snorted: "Valun, Chinese Wings, don't be too proud, there are two days left!"

"Hahahaha! St. Paul, is it necessary to be so angry?" Divalen laughed and introduced Zhang Mu: "This is the president of the religious court, St. Paul I, this is the president of the Heresy Inquisition, Teres..."

Zhang Mu put his hands in the bag, and did not take the initiative to shake hands with them, but just smiled faintly: "I admire you for a long time..."

Of course, this is just a simple polite word. How can there be a little "long-term reluctance" in it?

"What an arrogant oriental man..." St. Paul whispered: "This is a warm-up battle before the appointment. You won one game, but the next two games..."

Zhang Mu waved his hand lazily, "Whatever you want, I've got what I want anyway." After that, he took the fat man and his group of people to pass by St. Paul I and others.

If the other party's identity is a friend, Zhang Mu naturally would not have done such an impolite thing. But the other party has raised his hand and wanted to slap him in the face. At this time, if you are polite to them, wouldn't you use your hot face to stick someone's cold butt? Zhang Mu will definitely not be able to do such a thing.

Just as Zhang Mu came to the door, his eyes inadvertently glanced at a young woman. The woman was lighting a cigarette against the wall, and her two-colored eyes were covered with blood.

"You are... Kasa?" Zhang Mu blurted out without thinking.

"Do you know me?" Kasa looked at the young man in front of her strangely. To everyone's surprise, she spoke fluent Mandarin.

"This..." Zhang Mu was silenced. In fact, he didn't know what was going on with him, and could read the other party's name accurately.
Chapter completed!