The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1572 Night Pearl

After Jia Heng sang a few words, he was gradually controlled by the music and began to sing with all his heart.

He originally liked singing and participated in a campus singer competition when he was in school.

Who would have thought that after graduation, I would work as an auctioneer. Although I was on stage, speaking with a microphone in one hand and a hammer in the other, I only had to say the first, second, and third words, which naturally felt different.

Even if there is sound at antique auctions, most of them introduce the characteristics and background of the antiques in a low voice. Who would do this like Ye Feng? It's like an open-air concert, but the person standing on the stage is A nondescript man in a suit.

The tourists were gradually attracted to the Lingyue Antiques stall. They gathered under the stage and watched Jia Heng singing to the point of forgetfulness on the stage. They all whispered to each other and asked: "What kind of airplane is this antique shop doing?"

Most of them saw the banner above Jia Heng's head, and they all laughed while raising their mobile phones to take pictures of the banner.

At this time, Ye Feng jumped on the stage, and Jia Heng retreated to the back, wiped the sweat from his head, and naturally stopped singing.

Ye Feng waved to him to continue singing, so Jia Heng had no choice but to pick up the microphone and start singing again.

This time, Jia Heng's singing was adjusted to the background by Ah Da, while Ye Feng's voice took over.

"Everyone, don't miss it if you pass by. This is the joint auction site of Lingyue Antiques and Sanyuan Chamber of Commerce..."

As soon as Ye Feng's first words came out, both Jia Heng on the stage and Cao Xiaoyue and others in the audience staggered and almost fell.

Do not miss passing through?

Is this a trade fair?

This extremely weird antique auction quickly attracted the attention of tourists, and more and more people gathered.

Ye Feng explained the characteristics of the cultural relics from the Xixia Treasure House one by one. The exaggerated parts were as if he had just transported antique treasures from the Xixia Treasure House.

The audience in the audience just joined in the fun. They had never seen this kind of antique auction before. It was just a novelty, but not many people looked at the things on the stalls.

To be honest, the appearance of the antiques on the stalls is really not good, and most people’s impression of antiques is stuck on jade paintings and calligraphy.

People who have not been immersed in the antique business for more than ten years will not know about miscellaneous antiques such as iron kites, Bubazi, Niutouxun, dripping water, Sufan, and white glazed porcelain vases.

There are many people watching, but few asking, so everyone just treats it as watching a show.

At this time, Jia Heng was still singing behind Ye Feng. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a camera not far away from the stage, filming on the stage. Next to him, there was a female reporter with her back to the stage, doing a live interview.

"Oops! If I get on TV, I won't be laughed to death by my peers!" Jia Heng's face immediately turned bitter, and he was hiding, hoping to hide behind Ye Feng.

Cao Wenguang was in the monitoring room, looking at the picture on the big screen, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

Lingyue Antiques' approach is a complete clown, and it is also evil.

"Take the photo and make the Cao Xiaoling sisters lose face!" Cao Wenguang looked expectantly at the reporters he had arranged.

"Tell everyone good news!" Ye Feng raised his voice and made a gesture to Jia Heng.

Jia Heng was relieved, stopped, and then huddled at the edge of the stage, praying to stand in the blind spot of the camera.

The music also stopped completely. Ye Feng looked at the crowd of people in the audience and continued: "This time the cultural relics from the Xixia Treasure House will be sold at a 5% discount, but the event ends at [-] p.m."

"Please note that the original price will be restored after five o'clock, so please hurry up and don't miss it if you pass by!"

Cao Xiaoyue rolled his eyes in the audience, and this has become his mantra!

The audience in the audience started discussing in a buzzing manner. Several people came to the stalls and pointed at the Bubazi, Niutouxun and dripping water. However, no one really wanted to buy it. Everyone was waiting and watching.The main reason is that the things on the stalls are so unattractive.

It feels like some scrap metal, and the presentation is really poor.

The few people watching at the stall left after a while.

Ye Feng saw all these changes on the stage, but he was not depressed at all. He snapped his fingers with his backhand, indicating to Jia Heng to continue singing, and he walked off the stage.

Jia Heng's face burst into tears, like a young girl who mistakenly signed a contract of prostitution and ended up in a brothel. She walked to the stage with grief and indignation and began to sing.

Cao Xiaoyue looked at the dispersed crowd, feeling depressed. She grabbed Ye Feng's arm and asked, "What should I do?"

"Wait." Ye Feng simply said one word, and then turned his attention to the big screen in Area E.

Cao Xiaoyue and Cao Xiaoling also followed Ye Feng's gaze and looked at the big screen, which was currently playing advertisements.

This large screen is available in every district of Chunxiao Garden. Every large-scale event in the past would be broadcast simultaneously on it.

This time was no exception. After the commercial, the screen switched to Area A, which is the home of Cao Wenxing's Baolong Auction House.

Cao Xiaoyue and Cao Xiaoling knew what Ye Feng was waiting for, but would the news come on time?

The three people who were still deep in thought suddenly heard someone's gentle laughter filling the venue.

"Mr. Cao, which antique are you most confident about in this auction? Can you introduce it to us?"

A picture of a female reporter interviewing Cao Wenxing appeared on the big screen.

Cao Wenxing specially put on black-rimmed glasses, which made him look very artistic.

He looked at the camera and smiled: "This time Baolong Auction House invites colleagues from all walks of life and friends who are interested in antiques to Chunxiao Garden, mainly to display a rare treasure called the Golden Dragon Night Pearl. "

"There have been many rumors about this Golden Dragon Night Pearl. It is said to be the most precious treasure of the Liao Kingdom. Is there anything special about it?" The female reporter cooperated extremely well.

Cao Wenxing glanced at the female reporter's hot figure, suppressed some kind of fire in his heart, forced himself to look elegant, and said with a smile: "What a special place... the golden dragon in the Night Pearl will come alive... as long as..."

Cao Wenxing gave it up and smiled without answering.

The female reporter and the audience outside the screen were all intrigued by Cao Wenxing, and even Cao Xiaoyue was curiously waiting for his next words.

Cao Wenxing looked at the female reporter's reaction with satisfaction and continued: "All it takes is one drop of blood on the night pearl."

A close-up of the female reporter's surprised expression appeared on the big screen.

The tourists immediately became excited.

"The golden dragon is resurrected?"

"Go and have a look, maybe you can see the legendary real dragon!"

"As long as you buy this treasure, don't you buy a dragon? Is there such a good thing for such a cheap price?"

"Buy one, get two, come on!"

"Tch! You say it as if you can afford it."

(End of this chapter)