Chapter 122: Bastard, give it to me

When a sudden voice sounded, it immediately attracted the attention of all the guests. It was clear that Mr. Lan Haibin had already quoted a price just now, and the price was considered high. The pen had no provenance and was obviously not worth 10,000 yuan. However,

How can anyone argue with Mr. Lan Haibin now? Who is this person?

Countless eyes looked at the young man standing behind who didn't even sit on a chair!

Song Anni didn't look back, but her hands trembled. The voice was so familiar. Was it the naughty Tang Linjun or someone else?

"Who is this person? I've never seen him before..."

"I don't know. He's standing there. He seems to be someone's bodyguard, right?"

"No way? Does the bodyguard dare to quote a price? He's tired of living..."

"Do you have any grudge against Mr. Lan?"

"I don't know. Let's see what Mr. Lan says."

"Thirty thousand!" Lan Haibin didn't look back at all, still smiling lightly, as if others bidding together with him didn't affect his mood.

"One hundred thousand!" Tang Linjun was anxious. This is a talisman pen with ancient breath and spiritual power fluctuations. It is exactly what draws talismans. With some blood of spiritual objects, he can draw talisman tonight. You know, in the past two days,

He has suffered a bloody disaster, so even if the King of Heaven wants this pen, he must fight for it. If it doesn't work, he will grab it.

When one hundred thousand came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Is that person still a lunatic? Or is there something fishy about this pen?

"One hundred and ten thousand." Lan Haibin still smiled and quoted.

"Two hundred and one hundred thousand!" Tang Linjun responded tit for tat and once again gained one hundred thousand.

"Three hundred thousand..." Lan Haibin refused to give in, as if he wanted to continue playing with Tang Linjun.

Tang Linjun suddenly regretted it at this time. He found that he was too impatient and should not have quoted 100,000 yuan just now. Moreover, he was not as rich as Lan Haibin. If he really went against Lan Haibin, he would lose in the end.

It can only be him!

But now he is in a difficult position, and it is obviously impossible for him to withdraw the price he just quoted, so he can only grit his teeth and add another 10,000 to 320,000!

"Half a million!" Lan Haibin started to get angry. Tang Linjun initially increased the price by a large amount, and then increased it by ten thousand or ten thousand. Now it was Lan Haibin's turn to increase the price by an even greater amount, which instantly increased by 180,000.

The whole place became silent now. Song Anni was so embarrassed that she didn't even turn her head. She bit her lower lip and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Mr. Lan is five hundred thousand, is there any increase in price? It seems that Mr. Lan wants to use this pen to make better paintings, five hundred thousand at a time..." While the host was talking, he focused all his attention on

Tang Linjun's body. Others are also waiting to see if Tang Linjun will make another offer!

"Two times five hundred thousand..."

"Fifty thousand three..."

"Fifty-one million!" Tang Linjun's tone softened, but he still gritted his teeth and raised the price by another ten thousand.

Lan Haibin frowned. Although he did not look back at Tang Linjun, he was obviously a little unhappy. However, he did not increase the price. Instead, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He whispered to Song Anni and laughed: "That person I saw just now is

Did he come in with you? Your bodyguard?"

"Grandpa Lan, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't ask him to do this. This bodyguard...he...although he protected me, he didn't listen to me. He is also a very capable person, and I don't

I understand why he is so interested in this pen."

"Oh?" Lan Haibin became very interested: "He is your bodyguard, but he still doesn't listen to you? He is very capable? Could it be that he was the one who solved the siege when you assassinated you in Hangzhou a few days ago?" Lan Haibin has been paying attention for a long time.

Following Song Anni's trip to the mainland, we also knew that Song Anni was assassinated in the mainland.

"Yes, at that time he jumped from the rooftop of the third floor with a slingshot in his hand, and finally used three iron nails to kill three men with knives. Moreover, he could jump over a two-meter-high wall without using his hands to support it.

In the past, there were...many more."

"Oh, kill people with nails? A slingshot? You're a nice young man, please recommend it to me later." When he said this, Lan Haibin suddenly raised a finger: "One million!"

"Wow!~" The whole place was in an uproar again. It seemed that Mr. Lan and the young man had a real fight.

"Five million!" Tang Linjun suddenly gritted his teeth. This was his last offer and the only five million he had in his bank card. He had already given the other money to Su Muqin.

"Five million and one million!" Lan Haibin said with a faint smile.

"What a fool!" Tang Linjun was so angry that he cursed secretly: "We'll see, I won't spend a penny tonight. Then I'll steal it and come over. Damn it, will the Hong Kong Justice of the Peace just pretend to be 13?"

"Fifty-one million times, Mr. Lan has always contributed to the charity of the motherland. As far as I know, Mr. Lan has independently invested in 75 schools, 13 nursing homes, and many more in mainland China.

In the event of a major disaster, Mr. Lan will definitely send some supplies to the country as soon as possible. Mr. Lan deserves my respect!" The host was also eloquent and bowed to Lan Haibin while speaking.

"Five million and one thousand times!" The host looked at Tang Linjun again. Others also pricked up their ears again. Song Anni clenched her fists and prayed to the sky, praying that Uncle Tang would stop causing trouble, okay?

"Five million and one thousand three times, the deal is done. Congratulations to Mr. Lan for his contribution to the motherland!" The host knew that the ten thousand yuan for this pen was much higher, but Lan Haibin spent more than five million yuan in a vindictive manner.

That's what Mr. Lan did deliberately. Mr. Lan has been a leader all his life, how could he casually fight with a young man? If word spread, it would make him angry. The reason why he did this was actually to donate money!

"Okay, Annie, let's find a place to have a chat? It's too messy here!" After Lan Haibin took the picture of the wolf hair pen, he didn't need to show up in person, his followers would take care of everything.

"Well, listen to Grandpa Lan!" Song Anni nodded.

"Ajian, little Yuwen, let's go together." Lan Haibin stood up first and said.

"It's been a long time since Uncle Bin had tea." Yu Wenliang nodded with a smile, got up and left with Lan Haibin.

The host was still continuing the auction, and no one stopped Lan Haibin and others from leaving or came to talk. Tang Linjun followed him out angrily, thinking about how to steal the pen.

After leaving the villa, Song Anni got into Lan Haibin's car, Xu Jian got into Yu Wenliang's car, and Tang Linjun followed Song Anni and sat in the passenger seat. He didn't say a word about the previous embarrassment, as if it was nothing.

Nothing happened, and Lan Haibin obviously had no intention of talking to him.

Shortly after the motorcade left the villa area, it entered another mid-level villa area. Lan Haibin actually took Song Anni home for tea.

Lan Haibin's villa is much larger than Xu Jian's villa, and there is even a swimming pool, rockery, small fish pond and the like in the yard.

"Let's all take a seat." In Lan Haibin's quiet courtyard, the Filipino maid quickly served tea. Then he smiled and glanced at Tang Linjun, who was standing behind Song Anni, and said, "Sit down too!"

"Oh?" Xu Jian and Yu Wenliang were slightly stunned. They didn't know what kind of trick Lan Haibin was playing, but Song Anni seemed to let out a sigh of relief. Lan Haibin asked Tang Linjun to sit down, which meant that he had no fighting spirit with Tang Linjun.

"Thank you, I'm really thirsty!" Of course Tang Linjun didn't have stage fright. While speaking, he glanced in the direction of the fish pond and immediately sat down. Not to mention a rich man, even in front of the head of the country, he Tang Linjun

I'm not shy about going through the motions.

"Are you interested in that pen?" Lan Haibin asked with a smile.

"Yeah." When Tang Linjun heard Lan Haibin proactively ask about this, he simply replied: "I was determined to get that pen before, and I was thinking about how to steal it."

"Haha!" Lan Haibin laughed loudly, while Yu Wenliang, Xu Shu and Song Anni had black lines on their foreheads. Young people are fearless if they don't know anything. They really dare to say anything.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Lan Haibin opened the pen box on the table with interest, took out the Langhao pen and looked at it carefully and said, "Is there anything special about this pen?"

"It doesn't matter to you, but it does to me." Tang Linjun stared at the langhao pen closely, squinting and looking at the entire pen body and tip carefully with his soul eyes.

"How do you say this?" Lan Haibin and Xu Jian asked curiously.

"Well..." Tang Linjun thought for a while. He felt that Lan Haibin was a good person. At least the charity he did in China deserved his respect. So after thinking about it for a while, he said truthfully: "I wonder if any of you have heard of it.

The theory of Talisman?"

"Charm pen?" Lan Haibin, Xu Jian, and even Yu Wenliang were all shocked. In Hong Kong, many people believe in Wong Tai Sin and particularly believe in the theory of Feng Shui, ghosts and gods. It can be said that everyone from the wealthy to ordinary citizens are very superstitious.

Of course, this superstition is a superstition of faith.

Hong Kong's social status is very special. There are many strange people and strangers in the market, and these strange people and strangers are all recognized by the people of Hong Kong.

As for the theory of talismans, of course they also know that, among other things, many talismans often appear in Hong Kong ghost movies or the movie Zombie Taoist. Even now, some people still wear peace talismans and have a house guard at home.

Talisman, etc. etc.

"Yes, this pen should be a talisman pen!" Tang Linjun nodded.

"Can you draw talismans?" Lan Haibin asked with great interest.

Tang Linjun shook his head: "I've never painted before, but I can try it!"

"Haha, since you can try it, it means you can draw. If you can draw the talisman now, then I will give it to the destined person. How about giving this pen to you?" Lan Haibin pointed the pen box forward.

Push the path.

"Really?" Tang Linjun said with eyes wide open.

Lan Haibin smiled and nodded: "Really."

"Okay, but before I draw the talisman, I hope Mr. Lan will agree to something!" To be honest, Tang Linjun had been itching for a long time, because not only did he encounter the Langhao pen tonight, but when he entered Lan Haibin's villa, he discovered

It seems that this trip to Hong Kong is really destined by God!

"What's going on?" Lan Haibin was confused.
Chapter completed!