Chapter 294 Scepter

Luo Yaohua suddenly pulled Yang Bo and raised his chin not far away, "Look, are there Japanese people over there?"

Yang Bo quickly looked up and saw three people sitting in the northwest corner of the yurt. They were sitting quietly in the corner and did not speak to the people next to them.

If it weren't for Luo Yaohua's reminder, Yang Bo wouldn't have paid attention yet. Now if he looks closely, he can see that the two men sitting in front are both Japanese, and the other one sitting next to him is flattering and has eyes.

The thin man should be the translator.

"Hmph!" Yang Bo snorted coldly, "How can we let Japanese people come in to a place like this?"

"Yes, let's look back and see if the organizer will get rid of them!" Luo Yaohua agreed.

Fatty Liu was sitting aside. When he heard what the two said, he couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead and said softly: "You two, let's keep your voices down."

Yang Bo turned around and looked over, and heard Fatty Liu chiming in, "You don't often participate in this kind of black market, so you may not know the specific situation, especially Yang Bo. You are from Jinling, where the Japanese are hated very much, but in the north,

There are still many Japanese people participating in these years!"

Yang Bo was a little surprised, "Wouldn't this cause the loss of cultural relics?"

Fatty Liu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "How can you manage this kind of thing? And for most sellers, as long as they can sell it and the price is high, they don't care whether the buyer is a human or a ghost!"

Yang Bo looked towards the northwest corner, feeling a little angry, but he had no choice but to try his best to create some traps to trap the Japanese people!

Soon, a rough man in Mongolian clothing walked in. He was burly and his voice was even rougher. "My name is Uba. It's getting late. We have to start early. The next step is to follow the same rules. The one with the highest price will win."

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After saying that, without any nonsense, the man clapped his hands and saw a man come in with a tray and put it on the table.

After lifting the hijab, Uba said: "A knife, the starting price is 150,000!"

Yang Bo looked up and saw a knife on the tray. There was a wooden scabbard on the outside of the knife. Probably due to the age, the wooden scabbard had turned black. There were exquisite silver ornaments on the outside of the scabbard. The handle was tied with a red rope. In addition,

At one end is a fire sickle, and there are also silver ornaments outside the fire sickle.

The overall shape looked very delicate. When Yang Bo took another look at it, the brilliance flashed and the aperture formed. It turned out to be a Mongolian sword from the mid-Qing Dynasty.

Many people at the scene got up and went to inspect the goods, but Yang Bo did not move.

Soon, everyone was sitting, and the middle-aged man sitting next to Yang Bo said directly: "180,000!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

Yang Bo turned around and saw the thin translator sitting in the northwest corner asking for a price.

Yang Bo frowned slightly, planning to wait until the price was higher to stop him, but Luo Yaohua couldn't wait to say: "Four hundred thousand!"

The scene suddenly became silent. Yang Bo sat aside, pulled Luo Yaohua, and whispered: "This price is too high."

Luo Yaohua was stunned for a moment, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Yang Bo shook his head helplessly, and Uba clapped his hands in front of him, "Deal!"

"In order to prevent the outflow of cultural relics, this loss is nothing!" Luo Yaohua said with indignation and without hesitation.

Luo Yaohua got off to a good start. Yang Bo turned around and looked at Fatty Liu, "Are you sure you really have a map this time?"

Fatty Liu chuckled and said, "They are the ones who let this kind of thing go unnoticed. The news we got must be inaccurate."

Yang Bo didn't speak. He turned to look forward. At this time, a white copper dragon pattern flat pot was placed on the table. The silver pot had dragon patterns on it. It looked quite fierce, but the style of painting was very different from that of the Central Plains.

Big difference.

Luo Yaohua looked towards Yang Bo, "Take it?"

"How much money do you have?"

Luo Yaohua left and kept silent, because if it was really about funds, they didn't have much money, and they came here for a purpose, so naturally they couldn't spend all the money so early.

The silver pot was finally sold for 280,000 yuan.

The next few items were all cultural relics with Mongolian characteristics. Yang Bo could even see the newly unearthed traces remaining on some of the cultural relics, but of course he couldn't say much about this kind of thing.

The Japanese behaved very low-key. After a long time after a bad start, they finally took down a silver and coral pendant. The pendant was very exquisite. Luo Yaohua did not speak. The man at the scene who had seen him before

After raising the price twice first, the Japanese people were able to seal the deal.

Yang Bo glanced at that person and asked Fatty Liu, "What's that person's name?"

"Yuwen has a compound surname, but he is very strange. He has a surname but no name. Maybe he has a name, but it is not known to outsiders. It is said that he is proficient in Feng Shui Yi." Fatty Liu said.

Yang Bo glanced over there and became very curious, but he knew that this was not the time to say more, so he had to shut up and said nothing more.

Two more items were auctioned, and the atmosphere in the venue gradually became more lively. The Japanese were robbed every time they made a move, leaving them powerless. However, Uba, who was in charge of the auction, was so happy that he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

Soon, a scepter was brought up. The scepter had a silver eagle head as its head and looked very majestic.

Uba raised his scepter high above his head, with a respectful face, and knelt down towards the north, "Blessed by the God of Immortality!"

After Uba knelt down, Yang Bo could hear the sound of his forehead hitting the ground when he kowtowed.

Everyone present was a little surprised, but everyone followed suit by clasping their hands together and lowering their heads in a praying posture.

Uba stood up, held up the scepter, and introduced: "This scepter was left by Baye, the seventh generation of the Yuan Dynasty's national master. It is a symbol of the supreme divine power and the belief of our Mongolian people!"

As he spoke, Uba's face was filled with an expression of admiration.

"This scepter is priceless!" Uba shouted loudly.

The scene was completely silent. From the moment Uba knelt down, the scene became a little quiet, which was very abnormal. At this time, no one dared to bid!

Yang Bo was a little curious and looked around. He saw everyone's eyebrows lowered, and without even taking a look, he understood that many people had taboos and were unwilling to buy such objects, because things that represented faith had certain

There is always a strange element to it.

"Five hundred thousand!" said the thin Japanese translator, raising his hand.

Yang Bo ignored him. He stared at the scepter. The scene in front of him was a little blurry. He actually saw the black scepter forming a black vortex. The vortex absorbed all the light. Yang Bo stared at it, his eyes fixed on it.
Chapter completed!