"This flower is called August Blood-Crying, and it is said to have the effect of replenishing blood and nourishing the spirit. After taking it, older people can be seven or eight years younger."

"The starting price is two million."

As soon as Jiang Yingxue finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his fifties raised his number plate.

"Two,600,000."

"Two million and eight hundred thousand!" Someone bid.

Zhao Zhongyang whispered, "Are you interested?"

"Not interested." Qin Yang shook his head: "I have a lot of prescriptions with similar effects."

"Oh?" Zhao Zhongyang was surprised and then smiled, "You have to get one for me to make up for it, I'm very tired lately."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Let me write the prescription to you, and you can get it yourself and drink it."

"Then I'm not polite!"

Soon, the flower, called "August Crying Blood", was taken away by a boss for more than 4.3 million.

After that, there were two other spiritual medicines, and Qin Yang was not interested, but the prices sold were quite high, and they actually exceeded tens of millions.

Obviously, the people who came here today have received more or less news that they have some demand for these spiritual medicines.

Instead of being invited just because of your noble identity!

As soon as he thought about this, Qin Yang was also a little worried about the battle situation of the poria coco.

At this time, the fourth cart was pushed up.

Jiang Yingxue smiled and said, "I know that many of you who are present today are for such things."

"We'll show this thing out for a long time."

The red cloth was unveiled, and a red fruit with a crystal clear and heart-shaped core appeared in everyone's eyes.

"This product is called Poria poria, which is said to be specially designed for some difficult and complicated diseases, and even hard-working problems, and can have good results."

Jiang Yingxue's crisp voice resounded: "The starting price is 10 million! A single price increase must not be less than one million!"

"One thousand two million!" Someone shouted without hesitation.

"Five million!" Someone followed.

"One thousand six million!"

"One thousand eight million!"

“…”

Qin Yang couldn't help but feel depressed as he heard these people shouting, "All the people in the city are so rich?"

Zhao Lingxi whispered: "There is a ghost! These people are probably the richest people in major prefecture-level cities in Tianjiang Province!"

"There are very few people like this, not as exaggerated as you think!"

"Besides, don't you have hundreds of millions..."

Qin Yang thought about it and said that, that's right, the Liu family has been giving money to themselves.

Zhao Zhongyang smiled and said, "I guess no one can steal you."

Qin Yang has too much cash!

"That's good..."

Qin Yang smiled, and when the price rose to 40 million, Zhao Zhongyang signaled that he could yell the price.

"Fifty million."

Qin Yang spoke on the spot.

The price increase of 10 million yuan at a time was so generous that it attracted a large number of people to look back at him.

Jiang Yingxue had no uncommon scenes, and she smiled steadily: "Vice No. 36, 50 million, are there any additional prices?"

"Five million." No one shouted at the public seat downstairs.

However, in the private room No. 5 upstairs, someone offered a offer.

Qin Yang said without hesitation: "Sixty million."

This is the key to saving Lin Yunhe. If Lin Yunhe dies, he will be in trouble.
Chapter completed!