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Chapter 188 Under the old locust tree

In the conference room on the seventh floor of Jinyun Hotel in the provincial capital, the auction is being held.

Secretary-General Gu arrived early and handed over the champion pigeon GK200 to the staff for inspection and sent it into the specially-made No. [-] viewing cage so that the pigeon fanciers attending the meeting could watch and comment.

Looking at the crowd of onlookers, Secretary-General Gu was both happy and worried. Needless to say, he was happy. What he was worried about was that the pigeon GK200 would be bought by someone and leave him. His fate in the future was unknown.

Several pigeon fanciers had made an evaluation before and whispered that someone was probably going to pay 3 yuan.

A very fat pigeon fancier sat next to him and offered him a cigarette. He thanked him and said he didn't know how to smoke.

"The secretary-general saves money to raise good pigeons." The fat pigeon fancier praised him. After chatting with him for a few words, he quietly told him: "I have bought your champion pigeon No. GK200."

Let Secretary-General Gu look at his bag, stretch out a palm and wave it in front of Secretary-General Gu's eyes.

Secretary-General Gu was in a complicated mood. Now that the matter has come to this, no matter how much I commemorate it or think about it, it won’t work anymore. The rules of the auction were set when the pigeons were sent to compete. Once the pigeons participated in the competition, that is to say, the contract was signed, and both parties There is no reason to regret it.

Now I can only think broadly. Someone is willing to pay a high price to buy the pigeons. At the same time, it will also promote the level of the pigeon racing industry in this province. Why not?

"Thank you," the secretary-general said quietly to the fat pigeon fancier. "If you really want to take it away, I hope you will treat it well."

The fat pigeon fancier said: "Of course, but I want to thank you for cultivating such excellent pigeons."

"Since you are so sincere, I will discuss with you and make a request. If the pigeons really go to your place and the offspring they breed will be given priority, a pair will be sold to me."

The other party patted his chest: "Based on your contribution as Secretary-General, this request is nothing. I guarantee it will be resolved within two months."

Secretary-General Gu said: "What I said at the auction was not a joke."

The fat pigeon fancier with a huge sum of money sat in the first seat in the first row, smoking leisurely and looking around from time to time to see if there were any competitors.

The auctioneer came forward and stood high on the stage. He would first examine each pigeon to be auctioned and check the relevant data. Then he would raise the gavel with one hand and point the other hand at each placard holder who was about to raise the placard. The person's tone is ups and downs, encouraging or expecting everyone, hoping that they will keep raising their hands one after another.

In order, for more than an hour, we photographed all the pigeons ranked second and below, and finally it was GK200, the veritable "elite," "special", and "general" triple crown winner.

The auctioneer introduced the basic situation of this pigeon. Just as he said that the auction of Triple Crown No. GK200 would start now, with a starting price of [-], the fat pigeon fancier at table No. [-] raised the price and said [-].

The lively scene began to quiet down.

Someone asked; "How much?"

Someone replied: "It's directly up to [-]."

Several people shouted at the same time: "Wow!"

Not to be outdone, someone in the back row also raised a card. According to the rules, one raise will add two thousand, or you can bid directly.

The auctioneer said: "Thirty-two thousand, does anyone raise the price? Thirty-two thousand once."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat pigeon fancier raised his sign.

The auctioneer pointed at him: "Yes, the pigeon fancier in the first row is determined to win, and the price is thirty-four thousand. A good pigeon needs someone who understands it. Thirty-four thousand, one time."

Someone held a sign in the middle of the venue.

The auctioneer shouted: "Awesome, a master has appeared. Hehe, thirty-six thousand is out. Are there any more? Thirty-six thousand once, thirty-six thousand twice."

The fat pigeon fancier patted his bag, raised his sign and shouted loudly: "Forty thousand!"

Like a ignited oil pan, the scene suddenly boiled.

The auctioneer shouted: "This is a man who understands pigeons, everyone applauds."

Applause resounded throughout the conference room.

The fat pigeon fancier stood up, walked to the pigeon cage in a arrogant manner, and tilted his head to look at the pigeons.

The auctioneer joked: "You don't have only [-] yuan in your bag."

The fat pigeon fancier raised his hand in the air, and the auctioneer understood and said: "Please sit back, I have to raise it again. Triple crown winner, authentic bloodline, excellent performance, if you auction it, you will make money. This is in our province, if In a big province of racing pigeons, it has already reached [-] yuan.”

"The auctioneer underestimated the pigeons we saved."

"Is the auctioneer hyping up?"

"There is no need to hype the Triple Crown winner. Whoever has [-] will take it away."

The auctioneer took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Back to the subject, forty thousand once, forty thousand twice, forty thousand..."

The fat pigeon fancier didn’t need a sign, he just raised his hand and said: “Forty-two thousand.”

He has fifty thousand in his bag, but he doesn't want to get it all at once. He has a plan. He wants to see who is competing with him. If someone follows him and shouts forty-four thousand, then he will shout forty-six thousand, and the competitor will shout forty-eight thousand. , he shouted fifty thousand. "

He turned around and stared behind him. There was movement. This time the person holding the sign came from another direction.

The auctioneer shouted: "Forty-four thousand, forty-four thousand, is there any increase in price?"

The fat pigeon fancier turned around and saw someone holding a sign behind him. The sign was held high, but the man had his head lowered and was wearing a hat.

"Forty-six thousand, two more times, and it will be fifty thousand." The auctioneer came to the pigeon cage again, looked at the pigeons carefully, and then said: "Is anyone willing to come up and host in my place? Let me go down, I want to talk to you. I come here as an ordinary pigeon fancier to hold up my sign. I won’t be willing to let others take away such a good pigeon.”

No one who goes up knows that this is his technique, to mobilize people's passion.

The auctioneer asked again and said, "Half of today's salary, come on."

There was laughter.

"We don't have the ability, so you might as well continue."

The auctioneer shook his head, raised his hands, and shouted: "Forget it, forget it, some master has taken the auction, I will go to his house to buy young pigeons, just the offspring of the Triple Crown winner, ten thousand pairs, I said that is."

Someone followed and said, "I'll also sign up and line up. Ten thousand is ten thousand."

Someone shouted: "Oh, the auctioneer was right, whoever buys this pigeon will make a profit."

The fat pigeon fancier couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "Stop talking, I don't think any of you will fight with me anymore, I will pay [-]."

He lifted the bag and threw it onto the workbench over there.

The audience applauded for a long time, and finally reached the [-] mark. Last year, the championship was bought by a foreigner for [-], setting a record high in the history of this province. Today, someone paid [-] to buy the Triple Crown, breaking that record. , why is everyone not excited?

Secretary-General Gu’s face glowed red, this number was the ceiling in his heart.

He wanted to call Xing Yi immediately and tell him that the record was broken.The scene was so noisy that I couldn't make a phone call.

The fat pigeon fancier scanned the whole place majestically, then looked back at the staff, who looked at the auctioneer, and he hadn't shouted for the third time yet.

The auctioneer came back to his senses and called to the fat pigeon fancier: "Man, please sit down and hold still. The process is not over yet. I don't want to lose this prestigious position of auctioneer."

The auctioneer stood still and asked everyone: "Who shouted just now?"

Dozens of hands pointed at the fat pigeon fancier: "He."

"How much do you shout?"

"Fifty thousand!" The voice was very neat.

The fat pigeon fancier was elated.

"Okay." The auctioneer raised his gavel and said loudly: "Fifty thousand once, fifty thousand twice, fifty thousand..." He couldn't shout anymore and stared behind him, where someone was holding up a sign.

The scene was suddenly silent.