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It was the last day, and tomorrow he would have to pack up and leave. Ye Mingshang had gathered all his friends in Nanjing, including his classmates and friends from the Martial Arts Club, as well as those from the police station. Although the police station had different holiday schedules, since Ye Mingshang was leaving, they decided to get together one last time.
That evening, the top floor of the Grand Event Dynasty was reserved by Old Ma for a grand feast. Over a hundred people were having a great time, as it was rare for them to be in such a place. There was no need to worry; Old Ma was the boss, and everything would be covered by him.
Today, Ye Mingshang had also rarely changed out of his black leather jacket and into a suit. He was the type who looked slimmer in clothes, and the suit suited him well. To be honest, he looked quite like a successful person in that outfit.
“Hey! Ming Shang, over here!” Old Ma greeted him enthusiastically.
“Hi, Old Ma.” Ye Mingshang smiled as he walked over to him.
“Smiling so happily; did you encounter some good news? Where's your little girlfriend?” Old Ma teased with a grin that crinkled his face.
“You fellow! You just love to poke fun at me whenever you get the chance. You're truly the best frenemy,” Ye Mingshang shot back with a sideways glance. “Xiao Wei went to pick up her friend; she should be here soon. Ah, here she comes.”
As soon as he finished speaking, several youthful and beautiful girls walked over, catching everyone's attention.
“Mingguang, Xiao Ye ge,” Tang Xiaowei greeted with a light laugh.
“Wow! After just a few days apart, you look so beautiful! Old Ma is really lucky now,” Ye Mingshang joked with an envious expression.
“Haha, you say that, but your few beauties are all prettier than me. Compared to them, I’m losing confidence,” Tang Xiaowei giggled while covering her mouth.
As soon as Xiao Wei and the others arrived, Old Ma directly put his arm around Ye Mingshang's neck and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Let me tell you, don’t even think about anything funny with my wife; otherwise, I won’t let you off easily.”
Ye Mingshang shot him a sideways glance. “Do I look like that kind of person? But you—once you have a woman, you forget your friends? I haven’t seen you for months; where have you been romancing your little girlfriend?”
“What romance? I’ve been busy trying to impress her parents! You have no idea how much effort I put into convincing them; I almost prepared to elope with Xiao Wei,” Old Ma couldn’t help but complain.
"Just be content, you. At over forty, you're dating someone twenty years younger than you. You'll have to call your father-in-law 'brother' now."
As soon as 'brother' was mentioned, Old Ma couldn't help but shiver. He clearly remembered that to please his father-in-law, he had once gotten him drunk and said, "Brother, take good care of Xiao Wei. If you dare to bully her, I'll castrate you."
After chatting for a bit, Old Ma asked, "Mingshang, there's an auction downstairs later. Want to go together?"
"Forget it, I have no money and nothing to buy."
"Since we have nothing else to do, we might as well go take a look. Plus, we might run into some old friends."
"Who?" Ye Mingshang asked.
"You'll find out when we get there."
"Cut it out! Stop being mysterious."
It was now seven in the evening. Since it was winter, it had gotten dark early. Moreover, this was the last gathering of the year, so there was no need to end it too early; they were basically planning to stay up all night. After all, there was everything here—singing, dancing, and gaming were all fine. If anyone got tired, there were enough rooms available, and they could even enjoy a hot spring.
"Director Lu is here; he looks really handsome today."
From a distance, Ye Mingshang spotted Director Lu with a large group of people.
"Haha, I'm getting old; can't look good anymore," Director Lu said with a wry smile as he waved his hand.
After chatting for a few moments, Ye Mingshang temporarily said goodbye to a few people. The Taoists from the paranormal group wanted to keep talking to him, but he brushed them off, saying they should just enjoy themselves today and not talk about work.
Before long, all the friends had arrived. Students were on break and the police had finished their shifts; by eight o'clock, everyone had more or less gathered after getting ready. Ye Mingshang greeted them warmly but didn't go overboard since they were all familiar with each other.
"Ye Mingshang."
Turning around, two girls, one tall and the other petite, stood not far away. It was Haitang and Lin Qianqian. They had great figures, and wearing formal attire made them look even more graceful. The two girls walked over hand in hand, creating a beautiful scene.
"You guys are here," Ye Mingshang smiled.
"Yeah, we got stuck in traffic on the way, so we're a bit late."
"Go ahead and sit down; your friends have been waiting for you for a long time."
"We want to sit with you."
Well, ever since these two women got to know each other, they seemed to hit it off particularly well. Instead of becoming rivals, they became close friends who were determined to pull Ye Mingshang into their circle. Although Ye Mingshang tried his best to keep his distance, he couldn't resist their relentless approach. If it weren't for his incredible willpower, he really feared he might not be able to hold out much longer. Where did the modesty of young girls go? Are girls nowadays this bold?
"Suit yourselves," Ye Mingshang shrugged.
This time was different from last time; Old Ma had really gone all out, even serving the Manchu Han Imperial Feast. They didn't do anything else but enjoyed the food immensely. Even those usually gentle and introverted girls were unabashedly competing for delicacies. In truth, there was more than enough food for everyone; they were just there to have fun, and since they were friends, there was no need for formality.
Just as everyone was happily eating, Old Ma approached.
"Ye Mingshang, let's go; the auction has already started."
"Okay."
The auction had actually begun a while ago, and the seats were mostly filled. However, as the boss, it wasn't difficult for Old Ma to secure a spot. He had reserved a VIP seat long ago; since the entire process was public, there wasn't really any concept of private rooms.
After bringing Ye Mingshang to a nice spot to sit down, I handed him a sign: "Just raise the sign to bid when you see something you like."
"Are you treating?"
"Don't even think about it."
At the front, there was a platform where a beautiful woman was introducing an auction item. It was a jade pendant, likely from the Ming Dynasty. There was nothing particularly special about it, yet it sold for over three million.
"This thing is worth at most fifty thousand, right? Why would someone spend so much money on it?" Ye Mingshang asked Old Ma beside him.
"Hey! They're rich people; they don't care whether it's useful or how much it's worth. Didn't you see those two people just now? Rich folks are willing to throw money around for the sake of face."
Well, we don't understand the lives of the wealthy. Although Ye Mingshang was also quite well-off and had never felt pain spending money, he couldn't imagine throwing hundreds of thousands around like that. After all, making money isn't something that happens every day; spending hundreds of thousands on something useless would be simply foolish.
The second item was a piece of porcelain from the Song Dynasty Official Kiln, which was also several times more expensive than market value. The third item was a sword that looked old but was in excellent condition. It still shimmered with a faint cold light, clearly very sharp, and Ye Mingshang noticed that this sword had a strong malevolent aura, indicating it had likely killed many people. It was uncertain whether it had been used by some famous general, but the auctioneer spun many stories about it.
This sword was quite impressive; after hundreds of years, it remained in such good condition and radiated malevolence. It could be a good magical weapon if enhanced by a skilled mage, making it effective against zombies.
In the end, this sword sold for over eight million to a young man who seemed to be buying it just for fun. Given its malevolent aura, if he played with it for too long, he might end up having some bad luck.
The following items generally sold for much higher than market prices as well, but aside from that sword, there weren't any decent magical artifacts. Only one talisman was purchased by an old man. Ye Mingshang found the auction boring and wondered where Old Ma's old acquaintances were.
Just when Ye Mingshang was feeling bored, the appearance of one item suddenly made him sit up straight. It was contained in a scroll; it looked like a painting. Ye Mingshang wasn't concerned about the painting itself since it hadn't been opened yet. Instead, he sensed a strong magical power emanating from within the scroll; clearly, this was a powerful magical artifact.
"This is a scroll; you might think it's a painting by some great artist? Actually, it's not. This is a Spell Scroll from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty," the auctioneer's clear and pleasant voice rang out.
"Spell Scroll? What is that?"
"Isn't this drawn by some monk?"
"What use is this kind of thing? It would be better to buy a painting instead."
Clearly, everyone was not very interested in the Spell Scroll and showed disappointed expressions.
"Everyone, don't be disappointed just yet. This scroll is quite remarkable. It is said to have been used by Yan Chixia as a magical artifact. If any friends from the Taoist Sect acquire it, it could be a great help. Even if placed at home, it can ward off evil spirits; it's truly a rare treasure."
Upon hearing that it was a magical artifact, some people's eyes lit up. Regardless of whether the story about Yan Chixia was true or not, if it really was a magical artifact, it would be worth buying to protect their homes. Perhaps because Old Ma was part of the circle, those he invited were also somewhat connected to it.
"This treasure starts at a low price of two million, with each bid increasing by no less than one hundred thousand."
"I'll bid two hundred ten thousand."
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, someone made a bid. However, this price clearly seemed like just playing around, without any real intention to buy. Of course, if no one else wanted it, he would have to take it back.
"Two hundred forty thousand."
"Two hundred eighty thousand."
...
Although they didn't fully understand, the allure of a magical artifact was significant; after all, such opportunities are rare. Those in business had encountered strange occurrences before. These people were not just ordinary wealthy individuals; otherwise, they wouldn't spend three hundred thousand on an ordinary jade pendant with little use.
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