Chapter 425: Consignment

Zhang Yifeng wanted to say something, a young man's voice suddenly came out: "Wu in charge."
When the steward heard this voice, he immediately turned into a smiling face, ignored Zhang Yifeng, and immediately greeted the youth.
"Young Master Heng, why are you free today?"
The young man smiled faintly and said: "I came to ask about the details of this auction."
"Young Master Heng wants to know what will be auctioned at that time, right? Come, come to my room, I will tell you in detail." The manager kept laughing and talking, ignoring the existence of Zhang Yifeng, he went directly to the young man.
This person should be a four-star sect, otherwise the steward of the auction house would not be so flattering.
Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, and then didn't bother to say anything to the dog-seeing steward, he walked directly to the consignment booth next to him.
There is more than one consignment manager in the consignment hall, and naturally more than one private room.
"Boy, what are you doing?"
At first, the manager who treated Zhang Yifeng coldly saw that Zhang Yifeng took the initiative to walk towards the private room. Although it was not his private room, he still opened his mouth to drink.
Zhang Yifeng ignored the steward from start to finish, and resolutely walked into the private room.
"Xing Guan Shi, who is this person?" the young man next to Guan Shi asked.
"I don't know where the martial artist came from. Forget it, I'll probably be driven out by the steward in the private room in a while. Young Master Heng, let me enter the private room first."
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"Oh I got it."
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After Zhang Yifeng entered the private room, he discovered that the decoration in the private room was very luxurious.
There were no guests in the private room. Only one steward was sitting on a chair. This steward was relatively young, about thirty years old. Seeing Zhang Yifeng coming in, the steward was slightly taken aback, and then said: "This friend, are you here? Is it on consignment?"
Zhang Yifeng saw that the young man's attitude was not bad, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here for consignment. However, I am very puzzled, why are there no one here?"
The people in the hall are busy, why is this private room so quiet?
The young man smiled and said: "I am a new manager here. Since I am not popular, there are no guests."
Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "That's it, just right, I have something to sell on consignment."
"I don't know what this friend is going to sell?" The young man was very polite.
Zhang Yifeng originally only planned to sell one pill, but he was looked down upon just now, and now he has to slap him in the face.
"A sword."
"Ok, what level of sword is it?"
"Boutique."
"Exquisite sword?" The young man was slightly startled when he heard the words. An exquisite sword can kill a madman.
"Accurately speaking, high-end boutique." Zhang Yifeng said again.
"High-end boutique!"
The young man stood up directly from his seat. High-quality high-end weapons, most of the three-star martial masters do not have.
In the entire Kunlun Mountains, the only people who can forge high-quality high-level weapons are the forgers in the five-star school and the rich man!
However, the rich man has closed the mountain and hasn't forged it in five years.
Because high-quality weapons are definitely valuable.
In fact, Zhang Yifeng's exquisite weapon was obtained from the rich man, but he emptied the rich man's storage room.
The young man's performance was the worst, but this high-quality sword can definitely help him pull his performance.
Sometimes, happiness comes so suddenly.
Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly when he saw the youth's reaction. He was very satisfied with the youth's reaction.
"What's the last name of this friend? Sit down, and I'll go make you a cup of good Longjing."
The young man immediately got up. Although the young man didn't look rich, he was a big fish.
As the consignment manager of the auction house, there is a commission. The better the consignment, the more commission they will receive. The auction house raises 15%, and the manager raises 3% of the auction house’s income. If it sells well, it will be a big gain.
"Zhang Yifeng, there is no need for tea. I don't like drinking tea. Let's talk about business first."
Hearing that, the young man nodded and said, "Brother Zhang, please sit down. My name is Liangping. The sword that Brother Zhang said just now is true?"
"This is natural, otherwise what am I doing here."
"Excuse me, can you let me take a look at your sword first?" Excited and excited, Liangping still wants to see the white bone fire. What if this Yifeng is a bragging person?
"Yes. Wait for me, I'll go out."
Zhang Yifeng nodded, since he came to sell on consignment, he would naturally come up with real materials.
He pretended to go out, and when he came back, he was carrying a sword and a backpack bag behind him. Only in this way will it not be revealed that he has a storage ring.
After entering, Zhang Yifeng handed the sword behind him to the youth.
The young man took out a few stones to test the sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand.
The few stones were all chopped up, and the young man was overjoyed: "It really is a high-quality sword! Don't worry, little brother, I will sell you a good price. This thing must be purchased with the best energy pill!"
Liangping's eyes gleamed brightly. This fine high-end sword would definitely make him a fortune, and it would also give him a certain position in the consignment manager.
High-quality swords are already scarce, not to mention high-end high-quality swords!
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "This is just one of the things I want to consign. There is also a pill that I got from a ruin by accident. There were originally five in total, but now only one remains."
"Pills? What is it for?"
"Improve cultivation."
Liangping was taken aback for a moment: "Improve the cultivation base? How much can I improve?"
"It can directly promote the warriors in the middle stage of the wind to the later stage of the wind."
"What!" Liangping's shock had just calmed down, and waves were resurrected at this moment, "Isn't it even more powerful than the best energy pill. Brother Zhang, can the pill come to me for a look."
"Let's take a look."
Zhang Yifeng handed a Guyuan Pill to the young man. The young man looked and looked at him, but he couldn't see the famous hall. If he could see the famous hall, the alchemist would be useless.
"Brother Zhang, this thing can really improve the cultivation of a warrior in the middle stage of the wind directly to the later stage?"
"Yes. If someone takes this pill and finds it useless, the energy pill can be returned to the original amount."
Liangping nodded, and then asked, "Little brother, with all due respect, since you have such a powerful pill, why don't you just take it and use him to pay back the energy pill? Isn't this a futile act of taking off your pants and farting?"
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "I don't want to sell it either, but who makes the currency here is the energy pill. I want to use this pill in exchange for the energy pill so that I can participate in the auction."
"It turns out that Brother Zhang wants to participate in the auction. Brother Zhang can rest assured. If your pill is really that powerful, my auction house can definitely sell you at a high price you didn't expect!" Liangping nodded firmly in his eyes.