"Huh? Why is her face blushing?"

Fang Ying didn't know that Princess Gaoyang was wet, so he glanced at her strangely.

Then he turned downward and sighed: "Master of debate, you don't even have this basic logic, no wonder you lost to me in Zhongnanshan debate."

"You are not unjust."

The voice fell.

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Fang Erlang's words were too bad. He knew that the debate was a complete defeat, but he still rubbed salt in his wounds.

"Well said!"

"This group of nouveau riche have a lot of money and don't know how high the sky is, so they should let Fang Erlang rectify them."

"What a fucking pleasure!"

The nobles on the second floor share the same hatred.

I feel comfortable all over my body.

Bianji was so angry that he almost fainted. He suppressed his anger and said, "Okay! Since the benefactor of the house is stubborn, I won't be polite!"

He suddenly turned around and said loudly to the stage:

"Huichang Temple, bid 750,000 yuan!"

The price war started without warning...

Just when everyone was still reacting, Fang Ying immediately followed up: "I will offer 750,000...Zero Yiguan."

Zero, zero consistent?

The scene was in an uproar.

People had weird looks on their faces. Not only was Fang Erlang's words hurtful, his methods were also hurtful. This was Chi Guoguo's humiliation of the other party!

"On purpose!"

"He is deliberately looking for trouble!"

Bianji almost went crazy and couldn't think of much, so he loudly shouted again: "Seven hundred and eighty thousand yuan!"

Fang Ying's light voice sounded again: "Seven hundred and eighty thousand, zero."

"The poor monk has 800,000 coins!"

"Eight hundred thousand and one."

"Eighty-one million strings!"

"One million sticks."

…

Bianji subconsciously wanted to bid, but was stunned on the spot.

What the hell?

Called 810,000 directly to 1 million...

Did I hear it wrong?

At this time, all the people upstairs and downstairs were numb.

Everyone looked at this moment in shock, and the entire Treasure Pavilion fell into an eerie silence.

"This... Fang Erlang won't take off, will he?"

In the center on the third floor, Wei Zheng spoke with difficulty.

Even though he was a stern remonstrator, his scalp felt numb when faced with this scene.

When bidding reaches this stage, it is no longer just a matter of money, but also involves psychological games.

The larger the amount, the greater the pressure the parties will bear.

Just like a gambler, under the stimulation of bad circumstances and means, it will be easy to risk everything that can be taken out.

"Crazy, so crazy!"

Kong Yingda also moved his lips. The Master, who has been reading all his life, has never seen such a scene.

"You two gentlemen, please don't panic."

Li Shimin was still sitting beside the papers, flipping through the confidential documents, and said without raising his head:

"If the winner wins, naturally everyone is happy. If he loses, it doesn't matter. He just gets less money. Anyway, the Jubao Pavilion belongs to him."

"So, whether he wins or loses, he is the winner!"

…

One million sticks....

One million sticks!

Damn Fang Yiai!

Does he know what a million dollars is?

Bianji was shocked and angry, and felt his head was buzzing.

He put on the cloak of a great eminent monk and made money like crazy, but most of the money he earned had to be turned over to the church.

The leader in white clothes held him up.

Not only is it a spiritual symbol of the living Buddha in the religion, but also through him to collect money.

Come to the auction this time.

He just came quietly without the teachings on his back.

Now that I have spent so much money, I can’t imagine how I will explain it to the leader in white.

Just then.

Huang Silang on the stage spoke:

"Master Bianji, Fang Erlang has already paid one million coins. If you have no objection, this glass Buddha will belong to him."

As soon as these words came out.

The pressure of the debate doubled, and cold sweat broke out from my forehead.

Huang Silang immediately said: "Okay, now I declare that the owner of the statue of gods and Buddhas is..."

"Wait a moment!"

Bian Ji raised his head with difficulty and squeezed out a few words through his teeth:

"I'm a poor monk, I'm willing to give you 1.01 million coins!"

Shameless!

He actually also won the school room?

Is he still a monk?

Everyone looked at the debate machine with disdain and curled their lips in unison.

On the second floor, Fang Ying's words followed him like a shadow: "I will pay 1.2 million yuan..."

boom!!

Bianji felt like his mind was exploding.

An increase of nearly 200,000 yuan... Has anyone increased the price like this? This beast!

no!

The princess is still looking at me.

I can't admit defeat, I must win against Fang Yiai!

Bianji became angry and shouted: "I will pay 1.21 million yuan!"

However, Fang Ying said calmly again: "One and a half million yuan."

Ahhh!

Fang Yiai!

For Gao Yang! This living Buddha fought hard!

Bianji roared loudly: "One million and a half million dollars!"

…

His crazy voice floated in the air.

However, the entire Jubao Pavilion was silent, and Fang Ying's voice did not sound.
To be continued...