Fatty Zhu's plan is very detailed. According to Lin Yi's tendency to always pick up bargains, there are probably any rare books or rare ancient books in this sack of old books. Not to mention 620,000, it is possible to double it.

"Since Brother Zhu, you want to buy this sack, I won't snatch it from you, so you can just take it." Although I felt that Fatty Zhu was a little too scheming, Lin Yi still smiled and gave in.

Seeing that Lin Yi did not bid again, the female host Dong Xuan felt a little disappointed. She originally expected Lin Yi to raise the price a little, but she didn't expect Lin Yi to refuse it. However, she was still very grateful to Lin Yi. If Lin Yi hadn't offered the offer first, the fat man wouldn't know if he would buy it. Even if he bought it, he would have lowered the price.

This Huguo Temple auction also received strong support from various banks. There are card swiping points set by banks next to it. If the transaction amount is relatively large, both buyers and sellers can go there to transfer money.

Fatty Zhu, as the first buyer, was arrogantly going to make a bank transfer of 620,000 yuan in public.

Before long, he returned to the auction site. Dong Xuan pointed to the No. 18 sack and said to Fatty Zhu: "Sir, do you want to show off the treasure on site? If you don't need it, we can find someone to help you with the consignment procedures." A group of Panjiayuan porters such as Ma Wu were waiting on the side. For them, it was not a piece of cake to check out the old books for these sacks.

"No need, the treasure on site... I want to see what good things can be found in this sack!" Fatty Zhu swore, No. 18, a very auspicious number, and Lin Yi first took a fancy to him, and his luck would definitely not be bad.

At this moment, all the owners who were watching the fun just now were excited. When they heard that someone was going to untickle the sack of bright treasures, they all surrounded them. Outside the auction site, when they heard the news, hundreds of people gathered around, surrounding the entire auction site, and there were people behind them desperately. If there weren't a cordon, the auction site would have been squeezed out.

Lao Cao, Lao Huang and others couldn't wait. Although they couldn't squeeze into the innermost part of the audience, they were also at the innermost part of the audience. If Lao Huang hadn't been strong enough just now, they would probably have no idea which corner they had been squeezed into.

"Boss, I wonder if you pour it out in one go or light it up slowly?"

Seeing that the situation was controlled, the female host Dong Xuan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and turned around to ask Fatty Zhu.

Fatty Zhu glanced at his wife Tang Ling next to him and asked with a smile: "Dear, what are you looking at?"

Tang Ling curled her lips, feeling that he had just snatched Lin Yi's opportunity, which was very unauthorized. She said, "You choose it yourself, you can do it, don't ask me!"

Fatty Zhu smiled and turned around and said, "It's boring to take your time, be more refreshing, pour out all the sacks!"

Sure enough, it's so bold.

At this time, Ma Wu walked up and carried the sack in his hand, lifted it to the open space with white cloth, and asked Fatty Zhu: "Boss, do you want me to pour them out for you?"

"No need, I'll do it myself. When I pour the book later, you can help me carry the back..."

Fatty Zhu waved his hand and signaled himself to operate. He didn't want to miss this opportunity to show off.

The auction, which was originally very noisy, suddenly became silent. Only some noisy sounds came from the stalls in the distance. However, around the auction, the people watching Liangbao held their breath and stared at the sack of old books numbered 18.

"Old Huang, why do I feel a little nervous? This sack is not mine..." Lao Cao's voice attracted several dissatisfaction eyes, as if Fatty Zhu had not yet taken action, it was all because of Lao Cao. In fact, everyone onlookers had this kind of heart, just like gambling playing cards. Before a card game with a larger bet was announced, both the spectator and the person involved would feel nervous.

While the few people were talking, Fatty Zhu was still observing the sack, his face full of nervousness. It seemed that the 620,000 yuan was not a small amount for him. After about five minutes, Fatty Zhu put his hand on the sack and finally prepared to shine the treasure.

As the fat man unbuttoned the rope of the sack, it made a rustling sound. Although it was impossible to see the situation inside so far, the onlookers still felt anxious and stared at the mouth of the sack with eyes tightly.

"Shit..."

Suddenly, Fatty Zhu opened all the sacks and the crowd suddenly became turbulent.

"Release back..."

Fatty Zhu gave an order, and Ma Wu, who was waiting beside him, quickly lifted the butt of the sack with his hands, aimed the mouth of the sack at the white cloth covered below, and made a gesture to fall.

Lin Yi smiled secretly when he looked around, feeling that the posture of Fatty Zhu was too big.

"It seems to be about to start."

"Yes, but it's so exciting."

"So excited -- will you lose?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the sack is not untied, and the gods don't know whether it is a loss or a win or a rare book in it."

...

For a time, there were many discussions among the onlookers. These people were book dealers from all over the country. They were experienced in book dealers, and they expressed their opinions in a verbal way, and they all said anything.

"Okay, stop arguing, start pouring out."

As Zhu Fatty's face stood up and his face was very serious, Lin Yi keenly realized that Zhu Fatty's originally stable hands had already lifted the sack and trembled slightly. Obviously, he was very nervous, and maybe he was already regretting it.

It seemed that he had made up his attention. After opening the sack, Fatty Zhu did not hesitate anymore. He exerted force on his hand and poured out the sack out directly. With the "slam" sound, all the old books in the half-sack were poured out.

"well……"

A huge sigh came from the crowd around, and it was obvious that none of the old books poured out had a line-bound book.

As long as you are a book dealer, you know that thread-bound books are the most valuable. Although some books in the Republic of China are also very valuable, it is generally believed that only thread-bound books are rare ancient books. If you don’t make thread-bound books now, it means that these sacks of old books are considered a bet.

"Impossible, this is impossible. How could there be no rare book in so many books?"

Fatty Zhu couldn't believe what he saw. He forgot to fall back half of the sack left in his hand. He kept muttering to himself, looking at the pile of old books on the ground with a pair of squinting eyes, and his eyes were full of incredible expressions.

"There's nothing like this?"

Not only Fatty Zhu, but even Tang Ling beside him was shocked. This was 620,000 yuan rmb!

Especially those vendors who make small fuss, they even opened their mouths, and they didn't eat or drink, and they didn't have to earn so much for their lifetime. They disappeared in just a few minutes.

"The remaining old books can be bet on..." Lin Yi said in a low voice.

"Can you still bet? There is no good book even if you don't have a sack, but you're just a bunch of waste books. Who is willing to spend money to bet?"

A person beside Lin Yi said, and the few people next to him nodded repeatedly. This is the cruelty of gambling. The rare book is worth a hundred times the value, but if the bet is broken, it will be worthless immediately.

Lin Yi was moved when he heard this, but he didn't say anything, and continued to look at Fatty Zhu in the venue.

Fatty Zhu also came to his senses at this moment, his face was ashes, he bent down and almost pressed his eyes to the ground, and carefully looked at the poured old books.

After a while, he shook his head decadently and sat on the muddy land.

"There is still half a sack that has not been poured out." The female host Dong Xuan whispered to remind her that the first sack of old books in the auction hall was bet on like this, which would have a great impact on the subsequent auction.

Dong Xuan's words seemed to remind Fatty Zhu. He quickly got up, without the help of Ma Wu behind him. The clumsy fat body actually turned the old book weighing fifty or sixty pounds on the half sack, and the fire of hope rekindled in his eyes, pouring out the remaining half of the half...
Chapter completed!