High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 128 My Eyes Are a Ruler

"This place has a lot of fun."

Gao Fei said in a low voice, his tone filled with excitement.

"Besides direct bidding, you can also pay to apply for 'exploration'."

"See that psionic scanner on the stage?"

"Although I can't penetrate those advanced restrictions, I can roughly get a general outline."

"But it costs 500 points to apply, which is ridiculously expensive."

Han Feng's gaze swept across the entire room.

The guests here are clearly of a higher standard.

There were well-dressed, wealthy middle-aged businessmen surrounded by bodyguards.

There were also lone warriors with their hats pulled low and a cold aura.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped.

In the front row, on the right, a familiar figure stood out.

He wore a well-tailored white casual suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

The psionic watch on his wrist was clearly very valuable.

Li Wei.

Han Feng was slightly surprised.

But then I thought about it again, and it's perfectly normal for a rich second-generation like Li Wei from the inner city to come to a place like this to have fun, since he has a lot of spare money.

Seemingly noticing the gaze, Li Wei turned his head.

Their eyes met.

Han Feng nodded slightly as a greeting.

Just then, the auctioneer on the stage struck the gavel.

Good evening, everyone!

"Today's 'fog board' begins immediately. The rules remain the same: money and goods are exchanged, and there's no going back on your moves!"

The auctioneer wore a professional smile as a waiter carried a metal box forward.

The box was about the size of a palm, rusty, and had faint lines engraved on it.

"Lot One, a shipwreck remnant from 300 nautical miles deep in the East China Sea, is 80% intact. Starting bid: 500 contribution points!"

The entire room fell silent.

Han Feng had a sudden thought.

[Spiritual Vision] activated!

The world before him was instantly deconstructed, and the rusty iron box became translucent in his eyes.

That obscure energy field that hinders consciousness is only a very thin barrier.

Behind the fog, a hazy blue halo floated quietly.

The halo was very faint, and the energy intensity was extremely low, even less than that of the second-hand handgun he had just bought.

Its shape resembles a broken tile.

Rubbish.

Han Feng made a quick judgment and withdrew his gaze.

But he has a cheat code, others don't.

"Request a scan!"

A bald, middle-aged, fat man in the front row raised his hand, exuding wealth and arrogance.

The instrument hummed, and a blurry, circular outline quickly appeared on the large screen.

"It looks like an ancient coin or a badge?"

"If it's a heirloom from an ancient sect, then we'll be set for life!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The bald, fat man clearly thought the same thing and immediately called out a price.

"one thousand!"

"One thousand and two!"

"One thousand and five!"

After several rounds of bidding, the fat man won the bid at a high price of 1,800 points.

He couldn't wait to open the box on the spot.

The staff used professional tools to grind off the runes, and with a "click," the box lid popped open.

Everyone craned their necks.

On the red velvet lining, lay a jade pendant—broken in two.

The jade is dry and lifeless, devoid of any spiritual quality.

"puff----"

Uncontrollable laughter erupted from the crowd.

The appraiser glanced at it and gave an estimate without expression.

"Ordinary antique jade, its spiritual essence has been completely lost, its buyback price is 100 points."

In the front row, Li Wei seemed amused by the dramatic scene.

He glanced back and met Han Feng's gaze again.

He was taken aback for a moment, then waved to Han Feng as a formal greeting.

Gao Fei leaned closer and whispered.

"Brother Feng, isn't that Young Master Li?"

"Looks like there's a big fish in today's game."

"Just here to have fun."

Han Feng casually replied.

For someone like Li Wei, this place is just a playground for entertainment.

On the stage, the auctioneer's gavel fell again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's 'Fog Disc' game has officially begun!"

"Same rules as always, it all comes down to your eyesight, place your bet and you're done!"

The waiter brought out the first tray.

It was a metal box covered in sea mud.

"Lot 1, from the outer perimeter of the East China Sea shipwreck ruins, is 60% intact, with a starting bid of 300 points."

Nobody bids for this kind of peripheral junk.

Han Feng activated [Spiritual Vision].

Through the rust, a hazy blue light came into view inside the box.

The light was not strong, roughly equivalent to a standard first-tier spirit stone.

It should be a low-purity water-attribute spiritual material, worth between 800 and 1000 points on the market.

It's profitable.

"three hundred."

Han Feng raised his hand.

People around him glanced at him, but no one followed suit, treating him as a clueless newcomer.

"Three hundred once, three hundred twice, sold!"

The auctioneer brought down the gavel with lightning speed.

"Click".

The box is opened.

A fist-sized piece of blue ore lay quietly.

The appraiser glanced at it.

"Deep-sea blue gold ore, average purity, buyback price 800 contribution points."

Gao Fei's eyes widened instantly.

"Holy crap! I made five hundred just by reselling it?"

Han Feng remained calm and gestured to the staff to transfer the contribution points to his account.

Five hundred points is enough to buy twenty-five special bullets.

Li Wei, sitting in the front row, turned around again, raised his eyebrows, and looked surprised.

In the following rounds, Han Feng's shots were extremely precise.

He glanced at the pottery jar covered in talismans; it was empty, so he gave up on it immediately.

Someone else bought it for 800 points, smashed it open, and found only a handful of black ash.

He offered four hundred for an unremarkable wooden box.

A dried spiritual plant was produced, and its buyback price is 1,200.

I made a net profit of 800.

He offered six hundred for an iron ball covered in traps.

We found a sophisticated ancient gear part, which is worth 1,500 yuan to buy back.

Net profit of nine hundred.

Gao Fei watched from the sidelines, his palms sweating and his breathing becoming rapid.

"Brother Feng, are your eyes equipped with radar?"

Once is luck, twice is coincidence.

To hit the target three times in a row without fail is something that can't be explained by luck!

The way people looked at him changed.

What began as initial disdain turned into scrutiny, and finally transformed into fervent enthusiasm.

This kid definitely has something going for him!

Li Wei finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He simply picked up a chair, swaggered to the back row, and slammed it down next to Han Feng with a "bang".

"Squeeze in."

Gao Fei quickly moved aside.

"Han Feng, you're something else."

Li Wei crossed his legs and looked him over with interest.

"You've kept this well hidden; you have this amazing skill?"

"luck."

Han Feng's words were concise and to the point.

Don't give me that.

Li Wei rolled his eyes.

"You made money on all three of your bets! That's luck? That's a money-printing machine!"

He leaned closer and asked in a low voice, his eyes shining.

"Teach me?"

"Feel."

Han Feng looked at him.

"Feel?"

Li Wei clearly didn't believe it, but he didn't press for details, pointing to a black iron box that had just been brought up on the stage.

"Then you 'feel' this, how does it feel?"

Han Feng activated [Spiritual Vision].

Inside the box, a faint green light flickered intermittently, with minimal energy fluctuations.

Defective products.

"Not very good."

Han Feng spoke the truth.

Li Wei was somewhat skeptical.

"It looks pretty good to me."

He glanced at Han Feng, and seeing that Han Feng remained unmoved, he thought for a moment.

Raise your hand directly.

"one thousand!"

"One thousand and five!"

In the end, Li Wei won with 1,800 points.

Open the box.

A dagger broken into three pieces, covered in rust.

The appraiser sighed.

"Scrap metal, fifty points for recycling, keep it as a souvenir."

Li Wei's facial expression was quite interesting.

He turned his head and looked at Han Feng with a resentful expression.

"You—you're absolutely right."

Han Feng shrugged.

Over the next half hour, the atmosphere in the auction hall completely changed.

This place became Han Feng's personal showcase.

Although he didn't earn much each time, only a few hundred or a thousand points, he never made a mistake.

Gradually, a strange phenomenon began to emerge.

As soon as Han Feng raised his hand, the people around him immediately started bidding wildly, without even looking at the item itself.

"Quick! That kid raised his hand again! He must have something good!"

"Call! All in! Win and you'll get a VIP room with young models; lose and you'll have to work in the fields!"

"two thousand!"

"I'll offer two thousand five hundred!"