C294 Scepter
C294 Scepter
Yang Bo immediately raised his head and saw that there were indeed three people sitting in the northwest corner of the yurt. They sat very quietly in the corner and did not speak up to communicate with the people beside them.
If it were not for Luo Yaohua's reminder, Yang Bo would not have noticed it. Looking carefully now, he could see that the two men seated in front were both Japanese, while the other one who was sitting at the side flattering him with his eyes, was probably an interpreter.
"Humph!" Yang Bo coldly snorted, "How can Japanese be allowed to enter this kind of place?"
"Right, let's see if the organization will chase them away later!" Luo Yaohua agreed.
Fat Liu was seated at the side. Upon hearing the two's words, he could not help but wipe the sweat off his forehead and softly say: "The two of you, be quiet."
Yang Bo turned around and looked, and immediately heard Fat Liu whispering in his ear, "You guys don't participate in this black market often, and might not know the specifics of the situation, especially Yang Bo, you come from Jinling, and the people there hate you, but in the north, many Japanese s will still participate!"
Yang Bo was a little shocked, "If this happens, won't it cause the loss of treasures?"
Fat Liu shook his head and laughed bitterly, "This kind of thing can not be bothered by it. Furthermore, for most sellers, as long as they can sell it, as long as the price is high, they will not care whether the buyer is human or ghost!"
Yang Bo looked towards the northwest corner, he was a little angry, but he could do nothing about it. He could only try his best to create a trap for the Japanese!
Soon, a tall and sturdy man dressed in the robes of the Meng Clan came in, and his voice was rough, "My name is Wu Ba, it's getting late, we have to start soon, and we'll continue with the old rules. The highest bidder wins!"
Without further ado, the man clapped his hands. A man came in with a tray and placed it on the table.
The cover on his head was lifted as Wu Ba said, "One Meng Dao. The starting price is one hundred and fifty thousand!"
Yang Bo looked up and saw a blade on the tray. On the outside of the blade, there was a wooden sheath, but due to the passage of time, the wooden sheath had already turned black, the outside of the wooden sheath had turned into an exquisite silver ornament. The handle of the blade was tied up with a red rope, and at the other end was a fire sickle.
Yang Bo took another glance, and a flash of light appeared, followed by the formation of a halo. It was a Mid Qing Dynasty Mist Blade.
Many people stood up and went to inspect the goods, but Yang Bo did not move.
Very quickly, everyone sat down, and the middle-aged man sitting beside Yang Bo immediately shouted out: One hundred and eighty thousand!
"Two hundred thousand!"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"
Yang Bo turned around and saw the thin person sitting in the northwest corner, a translator, calling out a price.
Yang Bo slightly frowned. He was planning to wait for the price to increase a bit to try to stop him, but who would have thought that Luo Yaohua would already impatiently say: "Four hundred thousand!"
Yang Bo sat at the side, pulled Luo Yaohua and said softly: "This price is too high."
Luo Yaohua was startled, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Yang Bo shook his head helplessly. In front of him, Wu Ba clapped his hands, "Deal!"
"In order to prevent the outflow of cultural relics, this small loss is nothing!" Luo Yaohua indignantly retorted.
Luo Yaohua immediately got to the top, he turned and looked at Fat Liu, "Are you sure there's a map this time?"
Fat Liu snickered, "They are the ones in the spotlight for this kind of thing, the information we get is definitely not too good."
Yang Bo did not say a word and turned his head to look. At this time, there was a white copper dragon pattern teapot on the table, with a dragon pattern on it. It looked very fierce, but its drawing style was very different from the Central Plains.
Luo Yaohua looked over to Yang Bo, "Take him down?"
"You have a lot of money?"
Luo Yaohua left and shut his mouth, because if it really was the funds, then they didn't have much money. Furthermore, they had a purpose for coming here this time, so naturally they couldn't possibly spend all of it so early on.
In the end, the silver pot was sold for 280,000 yuan.
The next few items were all cultural relics that had the characteristics of the Meng Clan. Yang Bo could even see some traces of new things being unearthed from them, but he couldn't say much about this kind of thing.
The Japanese appeared to be very low-key. After making his first move, he finally took down a silver coral pendant after a long period of time. The pendant was very beautiful, Luo Yaohua did not say anything, and the man who had seen her before had raised the price twice, allowing her to have a deal.
Yang Bo glanced at the man, then asked the Fat Liu: "What's his name?"
"Yuwen, he has a duplicate surname, but he's very strange. He has a nameless surname, maybe because he has a name, but it's not for outsiders to know. Rumor has it that he's proficient in the Wind Water Transformation technique." Fat Liu said.
Yang Bo looked over there and became curious, but he knew that this was not the time to say anything, so he could only shut his mouth and not speak further.
After bidding on another two items, the atmosphere of the auction gradually became more lively. The Japanese s were being robbed every time they made a move, making them powerless, but Wu Ba, who was the host of the auction, extremely happy.
Very quickly, a scepter was brought up. With the silver eagle head as the head of the scepter, it looked very dignified.
Wu Ba raised the scepter above his head. With a look of respect, he faced the north and kowtowed, "May the Heavens protect you!"
After Wu Ba knelt down, Yang Bo could hear the sound of his forehead colliding with the ground as he kowtowed.
Everyone was surprised, but they held their hands together and lowered their heads in prayer.
Wu Ba stood up, raised the scepter high and introduced: "This scepter is left behind by the seventh generation Imperial Advisor Baye of the Yuan Dynasty, it is the symbol of the supreme divine right, the faith of our Meng people!"
As he spoke, Uba's face was filled with worship.
"This scepter is priceless!" Wu Ba shouted loudly.
The scene was completely silent. From the moment Wu Ba knelt down and kowtowed, the scene had become solemn and abnormal. At this moment, not a single person dared to bid!
Yang Bo was a little curious, he looked around and saw that everyone was looking down. Without even taking a look, he understood that there were a lot of people who were taboo and were not willing to buy this kind of thing, because things that represented faith would sometimes bring about strange elements.
"Five hundred thousand!" The skinny man from Japanese said as she raised her hand.
Yang Bo did not reply, he stared at the Scepter, and the scene in front of him became a little dazed. He actually saw the black Scepter forming a black spiral, absorbing all the light into it.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]