Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

There was a loud cheer from the audience.

This time, Valon personally took to the stage, holding the number 250 sign.

Although this was the lowest-end auction he had ever attended, he had to admit that the emotional value the old man gave it was quite substantial.

And he doesn't have to pay anything out of his wallet, and he doesn't even have to think about the price he calls out.

This feeling is quite refreshing.

Valon watched as a servant took out a clock with an octagonal stone inlaid on it.

Suddenly I felt energetic.

Jiang Shi Nian, who was sitting in a corner, also had his eyes light up when he saw the talisman.

"Finally it's my little mouse's turn to appear."

He hid in the darkness and disappeared.

"What you are looking at now is a very old clock. It doesn't seem to work very well now, but it is still very good as a decoration."

"Especially the stone inlaid on it is the finishing touch. The mouse pattern on the stone, with just a few lines, outlines a lifelike mouse!"

"The starting bid is fifty dollars. Anyone want to bid?"

The old man's words had just fallen.

Suddenly, Jackie Chan, who was sitting in the first row and wearing a blue shirt, raised his hand.

"one hundred!"

However, Jackie Chan's shouting did not attract the old man's attention at all.

He looked at buyer number 250 with burning eyes.

"This gentleman is offering a hundred dollars. Does anyone want to raise the price?"

"Ten thousand."

Valon held up the sign in his hand.

Sitting next to him were Tru, Afen and the other three.

Ah Fen asked La Su beside him in confusion: "What's wrong with you, Boss? Why did you spend so much money on these junks?"

La Su shook his head: "Why don't you just ask the boss directly."

Ah Fen shrank his neck and said, "Forget it. It's fine as long as it doesn't affect our bonus."

Valon jumped the price directly from fifty to ten thousand.

Jackie Chan's eyes widened.

However, the old man on the stage narrowed his eyes, raised his voice with a gratified smile on his face.

"Great! This gentleman offered 10,000 US dollars! The merciful Lord will surely bless you!"

"Now, does anyone want to make an offer?"

Jackie Chan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you 10,000... and one dollar!"

Valon laughed disdainfully: "Archaeologist, are the things you dug out from other people's tombs enough to pay for this?"

Jackie Chan turned around and said, "Hey! I have to correct you, I'm doing archaeology, not tomb robbing!"

This was the first time he met this guy, but seeing how respectful Tru and the others were to the man in green.

Combined with some information Blake had told him before, it seemed that this should be the boss of their Black Hand Gang.

That evil guy called Valon!

Jackie Chan lost even more favor towards him.

Valon did not continue his low-level argument, but raised the sign again: "One hundred thousand."

Obviously, Valon didn't raise his voice much.

However, when these two words came out of his mouth, they made the old auctioneer and Jackie Chan.

It's deafening!

Take, how much?

How much did you say you would pay?

One hundred thousand?

Jackie Chan shouted in disbelief: "This watch is broken!"

Valon glanced at him and said, "I'll spend another hundred thousand to fix it."

Jackie Chan: "..."

He couldn't help but cover his chest, feeling like he had suffered 10,000 points of critical hits at this moment.

Who are these people?

At this time, the old man on the stage had completely lost his composure.

He was not a regular auctioneer to begin with, and when he saw someone offering a hundred thousand for such a broken clock, he almost jumped up with excitement.

"One hundred thousand US dollars! Guest No. 250 bid one hundred thousand US dollars! My God! This guest has a pure and loving heart! I would like to thank every child in this fundraising welfare home for your generosity!"

"God, please bless this guest!"

Jackie Chan was a little choked.

Isn’t this too unreasonable these days?

Bad guys can use the money they get from doing bad things to smash things, but he can’t!

Tru really breathed a sigh of relief this time.

He glanced at Jackie Chan: "We are organized and disciplined, idiot!"

Chapter 58 JK Black Shadow Shows Power, Jackie Chan Screams

Tru's expression at this moment showed how happy he was.

Whenever I competed with Jackie Chan for the talisman, I was always fooled by this guy.

Now they just throw money down!

Let’s see what else you can do!

Tru thought of the time when he was trying to snatch the chicken talisman for his master and was teased by Jackie Chan.

And then they tried to get the chicken charm back from Jackie Chan.

Went and had another fight with Jackie Chan.

As a result, the chicken talisman was eaten by the little brat.

In the end, in order to catch the kid, Jackie Chan fed him a mouthful of fish!

Tohru hates fish!

Seeing Jackie Chan's frustrated look, Tru's expressionless face suddenly revealed a smile.

"It turns out that having money really does make people happy. My master didn't lie to me!"

Looking at Valon beside him.

Tru's respect for him deepened.

"Are there any customers who want to raise the price? Customer No. 250 offered ! Are there any other customers who want this ancient clock?"

Although he didn't hold much hope in his heart, the old man on the stage still set his eyes on Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan gritted his teeth.

He immediately raised the cards in his hand.

The old man's eyes lit up.

However, Jackie Chan did not bid, but said: "I ask for a few minutes! I need to ask for help!"

This is a normal process.

Of course, usually only at large auctions will people consider whether to hire foreign aid.

This kind of second-hand auction is full of junk worth tens or hundreds of dollars. Who doesn't have even a hundred dollars in their pocket and needs to ask for help?

But now, even these second-hand goods are being bought by people for tens of thousands of dollars.

Naturally, the old man would not refuse Jackie Chan's request.

"It seems that you are also a kind-hearted person who has wanted to donate to the welfare home several times. In this case, I must agree to your request, but I can only give you three minutes, so please hurry up!"

After getting the promise, Jackie Chan did not dare to delay even a little.

He quickly took out his phone from his pocket and called Blake.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Hey, Jackie Chan? Aren't you supposed to be at the auction right now?"

"That's right! But those people from the Black Hand Organization are here too. Their bid is higher. I can't compete with them at all!"

"What? Someone from the Black Hand?"

"Yes! Listen to me, I only have three minutes to talk to you. They are offering a direct offer of one hundred thousand dollars, but I only have three thousand!"

"Call me twenty dollars right now, no! Three hundred thousand is safer. Otherwise, the Rat Talisman will fall into the hands of the Black Hand Organization!"

"Three hundred thousand??"

Blake was a little confused at that time.

He himself has 300,000 yuan, but it is impossible for him to give all the money to Jackie Chan at once!

The offer is small, so the Black Hand organization's people obviously won't give up easily. Besides, if they were to compete with the Black Hand Gang in financial resources, how could they possibly win?

Therefore, if he wanted to obtain large sums of money, he could only report to his superiors.

"With my authority, I can only grant you 50,000. If you want more, you have to apply for it..."