My Wanjie Auction House Specializes in Trapping All the Geniuses in the World

Qin Hao traveled through time to a small border town called Qingyun City and became the young owner of the Qin Family Auction House. Sound decent? What a shame - there were three spiritual stones in the money box, two door panels were kicked off by the creditor, and he still owed two thousand sixty-six dollars on his account. If he couldn't pay it back, the auction house would have to change his surname to Zhao. Fortunately, although the golden finger arrived late, it was a mall of all realms that only accepted spiritual stones and could be exchanged for anything. The secrets and elixirs are clearly priced, the magical weapons are indestructible, and each of King Wu's thugs has thirty spirit stones. There is a seven-day trial version, and you can get a 20% discount on renewals. So Qin Hao started his operation. He found a hairpin in the secret room, turned around and told the young master of the Zhao family that this was a relic of King Wu, and he took fifty spiritual stones away. He pulled out another gray egg and told the audience without changing his expression: The remains of the ancient phoenix species hatched on their own last night. The audience burst into laughter—a chicken? Ancient phoenix species? Liu Yuanqing, the shopkeeper of Baibao Pavilion, bid five hundred spirit stones and auctioned them off in public. Uncle Zhong couldn't help but ask: Master, is that really a phoenix? Qin Hao thought for a while: It will be in the future. From a broken household on the verge of bankruptcy to the owner of a business that stirred up the world, the weapons Qin Hao used were not swords, but an auction mallet, a shopping mall, and a mouth that could talk the dead back to life.