Why are there only loser heroines around me?

Ukyo pointed to the gleaming ring-handled sword in the auction brochure and said, "It's written here, I'll read it."

"The estimated transaction price for this sword is 2000 million yuan. If it had been sold before the resurgence of the supernatural, 1500 million yuan wouldn't have been a problem. But the problem is, this sword was also a treasured sword used to slay many evil spirits during the Tang Dynasty. Its first owner, Li Mohun, used it to slay a great demon called You Mou."

"This monster is an aquatic creature. It is invincible in the water, and even on land, it can fight tigers. It looks like a giant crab and often harasses salt barges heading to the Jianghuai region..."

"That's too far."

"Anyway, didn't you say you wanted a new knife as a reward for getting 21st? I'll try my best to buy it. If the final price exceeds my budget, we'll find other options."

........

Ukyo took Yanami's arm and sat down on the platform on the second floor.

He hadn't told Yanami before coming here that people here dress very decently, which made Yanami, dressed in casual clothes, look out of place among the upper-class people here.

All the men were wearing dark haute couture suits or tuxedos, all white embroidered shirts, and their hair was smeared with hairspray. The fashionable middle-aged men even leaned on a gold-headed wristband, intentionally or unintentionally revealing their left hand wearing a high-end watch, and were holding the arm of their wives or female companions.

Those upper-class women all have amazing figures. Even when they wear the tightest fitted evening gowns or Chinese cheongsams, they can still show off their slender waists as thin as A4 paper, their high breasts, their round and plump chests, and their calves with graceful curves. Their high heels seem to pierce through the floor.

In comparison, she, who took off her down jacket to reveal a turtleneck sweater and tapered pants, looked weird, as if she had traveled from somewhere else... And Ukyo, who was not wearing a suit either, attracted a lot of strange looks along the way.

A messenger in black came over to check his assets. Yanami observed that the waiter didn't look for anyone else, only Ukyo. It seemed that his clothes really made the organizers doubt his financial resources. However, Ukyo just unlocked his phone and showed it to the waiter. He then extended the fruit plate in his hand and said to Ukyo, "Please enjoy, sir."

The fruit was cut watermelon, stuck on some cream-colored skewer that looked like it was made of ivory.

Seeing that Yanai took two pieces but Ukyo didn't, he half-covered his hands and said something to the waiter. After a while, a large plate containing "Ukyo Eight Pieces" pastries appeared in front of the two of them.

Blessings cakes, fortune cakes, longevity cakes, Taishi cakes, sachima cakes...

Yana was itching to take a photo and send it on LINE.

But the lighting here was too dim, and none of the gentlemen's wives or female companions would take out their phones to take pictures. She was afraid that taking out her phone would humiliate Youjing, so she kept her body tense and even resisted the urge to reach out for her phone.

"Do you often come to places like this?" Yanami tried to distract the attention with other topics.

She picked up a piece of blessing cake and put it into her mouth. The soft texture made it easy to swallow. Paired with the watermelon, she could eat two pieces without feeling too sweet.

"Rarely." Ukyo said, "I only come when the mission requires it."

"But you look like a regular at places like this. And...why aren't you nervous at all? Everyone else is wearing couture suits, and you're the only one in casual clothes. Don't you feel awkward?"

Ukyo pointed across the stands, where there was also a young couple not wearing suits.

"At a place like an auction, whether you're nervous or not is determined by the balance in your account. It has nothing to do with what you wear. As long as your account balance is high enough, even if you show up in slippers and a white vest, the waiters will still be respectful to you."

"If you don't have a balance, then there's even less to worry about. Since you can't afford things, why not enjoy the free drinks and buffets to your heart's content? I know someone who, thanks to his ever-lasting haute couture suits, mingles in all the major trading venues in New York City. He can enjoy free drinks and cakes every day, but in reality, his house and car have long been confiscated by the bank."

Having said that, Yanai seemed to be less nervous. She held her chin and looked at the auction table covered with luxurious red carpet through the small telescope that the waiter had just brought her.

The first item that the hot auctioneer unveiled after opening the curtain was a half-meter-high Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain jar. Yanaijian glanced at the auction list and saw that the estimated transaction price was 800 million yuan.

Yujing also has this thing at home, placed in the living room. It is very similar to this one, but taller than this one.

Soon someone raised their hand and raised the price to 1000w.

At this time, Youjing also raised his hand and increased it to 1500 in one breath.

Yana was shocked when she saw this.

"Why would we buy a jar? Master, how rich are you?"

"I'm a pauper." Ukyo smiled, and then Yanaijian heard the abbot on the red carpet start banging his hammer, "1500 million once..."

"1600w!"

Soon someone called a higher price.

The price of the large jars also stops here.

Yanaijian patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. They almost spent 1500 million yuan to buy a useless jar.

But maybe it would be useful for Ukyo?

For example, does his boss really like Yuan Dynasty antiques?

But Ukyo wasn't that kind of person, was he? None of his collection at the Psychic Club was antique. He focused on things that looked impressive and stylish, like vinyl records, cigars, and wine.

Yuan blue and white porcelain doesn't match his temperament.

"So my respected boss, why did you bid just now?"

"It's just to reduce the number of competitors." Ukyo handed the sign to Yanami. "The more money someone spends, the smaller their budget will be. If they happen to be competing with you for the same product, they might give up bidding against you because they've already spent too much money."

Yanai said, "What if you really spent 1500 million yuan to buy a jar?"

"Then ship it back to Japan and put it up at home. The fun of an auction is the gamble. If you lose, you'll just be the one getting taken advantage of."

"Of course, this tactic only works against people with similar financial resources to you. If you encounter someone who's "affordable," this tactic will at best only disgust them. In Beijing, you could easily walk out of the auction hall like this, but in places like Chicago or New York, you might get shot while using the restroom during intermission."

After saying that, Ukyo raised his index and middle fingers towards Yanami, indicating that it was time for her to raise the sign.

Yanami looked towards the top of the red carpet. The lot being auctioned this time was a famous painting by Pablo Picasso, depicting a small boat standing on the sea. After being authenticated by several masters, it was confirmed that the painting was from the "Blue Period", but whether it was created by Picasso himself still needed to be investigated. However, there were very few imitations of Picasso by his contemporaries, because he was not famous when he was alive and no one would imitate his paintings. Therefore, this abstract "Boat on the Sea" was most likely an authentic work by Picasso.

The starting price was 500 million yuan, and it quickly reached yuan.

"Try to lift it." Ukyo said, "There are many people who want this painting. We can't afford to be taken advantage of."

Yanaijian glanced at Ukyo and immediately shouted in broken Chinese: "3000w!"

Ukyo: "?"

"I didn't ask you to bid that."

"Master Youjing can't afford it?"

"Of course I can afford it, but I will change the contract you signed with the firm to a lifetime unpaid one. You will spend the rest of your life in endless demon-slaying work until you die of old age."

"Okay~!" Yanai saw Zhan Yan smile, "I'm willing to be your laborer for the rest of my life!"

She stared into Ukyo's eyes, and there was an extremely strong killing power in her azure pupils.

"Thirty-five million!" A wealthy man in the next box seemed determined to get this painting.

Seeing Yana's smile grow wider, she couldn't help but boast, "It seems to be fine... But... you can change the contract at any time~"

"No thanks." Ukyo showed no sign of being breached, and his face did not show any shyness that a little boy should have. He just stuffed a piece of Taishi cake into Yanami's mouth, and then childishly snatched the mineral water bottle on the table.

"Eat more." He said expressionlessly.

Volume 127: Chapter 4: Turning back to the Mercedes-Benz 4S store on the Second Ring Road to buy the Maybach S (k)

at the same time.

There were people late for the auction.

A white young man wearing a gold diamond ring and dressed like a black American rapper from the 70s, dressed very punk and giving people the feeling of a Chicago nouveau riche, got out of a rented Rolls-Royce. He first straightened his coat, then turned around and bowed slightly, and lightly pulled out a modern girl wrapped in mink and a veil from the car.

"Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle!" The waiter raised his eyes full of respect. He thought that the hardworking psychic detective who was famous in various countries should be a man like Sherlock Holmes in the books, walking with a crutch, wearing a beret or a top hat, and dressed like a British gentleman. He didn't expect that this man's clothes were so strange.

He had a lot of complaints that he wanted to vent, but due to his status as a waiter, he couldn't say much and could only respectfully lead him into the theater.

......

The second floor stands of the opera house.

Yanami went to the bathroom. The aftereffects of her first time riding an express train had not yet healed. Her stomach was fine, but she felt dizzy, nauseous and wanted to vomit, so she went to the bathroom to dry heave.

Ukyo asked the waiter for a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice, which could relieve the pain, and also asked the waiter if he had any betahistine tablets to relieve dizziness.

The waiter said no, but they had wolfberry chrysanthemum tea.

The wolfberries are the ones used by Empress Dowager Cixi in the past, and the chrysanthemum tea is the chrysanthemum used in the palace in the past. The medicinal effects are excellent. Drinking a cup of it will cure the disease. It can clear away heat and improve eyesight, dispel wind and dredge meridians. It is specially used to treat liver yang dizziness and red and blurred eyes. If you think the effect is good after drinking it, you can take some wolfberries and chrysanthemums home for free. It is a small benefit they give to VIP guests.

"Ukyo?" When I asked the waiter to bring tea, a familiar voice came from behind me.

Ukyo turned around and saw Arthur, who was dressed in a flashy outfit. He rolled up the cuffs of his striped shirt, revealing the exquisite IWC watch. He sat down in the seat originally occupied by Yanami. His companion, who was dressed as a modern girl with the figure of a Victoria's Secret model, stood behind him, placing her bony, white hand on his shoulder.

"Brother, you came to the auction alone? I'm telling you, coming to this kind of auction without a female companion is like reading Lu Xun without reading Diary of a Madman, believing in Christianity without reading the Bible, or eating fish without chips in England. You're soulless!"

Ukyo frowned slightly and said, "No, I brought it, but you took my female companion's place."

"Oh! Sorry!" Arthur quickly stood up and patted the place where he was just now.

Ukyo looked at his hip-hop-style coat and couldn't help but ask, "Where's your Sherlock Holmes costume? Why is it so ugly?"

"Ugly? Ha." Arthur sneered. "You really don't understand. This is how you should dress in China! This is called fashion!"

Ukyo suspected that Arthur had seen some weird clothing marketing account on TikTok in China.

He glanced at the woman next to Arthur and said, "Is this... your girlfriend?"

"No!" Arthur waved his hand and said, "We met when we were working together on Chicago Exorcism. This is an S-class exorcist in the industry, Anne Hathaway. Yes, she has the same name as that actress."

"Since when do exorcists have levels?"

"Oh, the White House is messing around. You're on the rankings too. When they first came out, you were in second place. The first place went to a legendary investigator promoted by the White House themselves. They're really giving you face, but you haven't been doing much paranormal activity lately, so your ranking has dropped again. You're currently at 21st."

"Eh?" Yanami's voice came from a distance, "Isn't that the same ranking as my final exam?"

Arthur glanced at Yanami and didn't comment on her casual outfit. He had already guessed that Ukyo's female companion was Yanami.

"You're also on the rankings," Arthur said, "Yanaimi Kyouna seems to be over 10,000."

"Isn't that the same as not having anything?" Yanaijian rolled his eyes. "Who would scroll down more than ten thousand when looking at a ranking? Why does the White House create these useless rankings? We'd be better off trying to recover those historical repositories unearthed by our own investigators from the last century. I saw the news a few days ago, and tomb robbers in St. Petersburg seemed to have unearthed something..."

"Yes," Arthur said. "It was a coffin buried in the ground by a White House investigator from the last century. A little black goat jumped out of it and gored three grown men to death in the local town, raped two women who had given birth, ate a dog, and was then blasted to pieces with a mithril shotgun by a passing exorcist."

"Ah~, killing a demon that caused casualties like this can earn you a lot of ranking points. I wish I were in St. Petersburg back then."

Ukyo frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He didn't know how the ranking was scored, but from Arthur's few words, it was not difficult to infer that the greater the casualties caused by the demon, the higher the points the exorcist would get after killing it.

So, is it possible that some exorcists have a "let the demons grow fat before killing them" mentality? They deliberately wait for the demons to kill more civilians before taking action?

Human nature is something that cannot stand the test. Not all so-called exorcists are "righteous people" who act out of justice. Most people become exorcists because they have caught the trend and are willing to work hard to earn high commissions.

The second is...

Ukyo remembered that he hadn't hunted too many demons since he started exorcism, so why was he ranked so high on the list?

"Am I famous around the White House?"

"Of course!" Arthur said matter-of-factly. "You solved the last clown incident and the demon train incident. These two incidents are the only two that have had a significant international impact since the emergence of the supernatural. Other demons and monsters are just stirring up trouble in their own countries. The White House authorities have sent you many emails, trying to hire you at a high price, but I heard from the relevant person in charge that you never read your emails or answer the phone. You are very aloof."

Email? Phone?

It is true that he rarely reads his emails, which are filled with short love confessions from little girls.

There was no way he wouldn't answer the call, unless Kurosawa automatically identified the White House number as a harassing call and blocked it for him.

"Sir, the next item is the one you are interested in." While he was thinking, the black-clad messenger stepped forward and reminded him.

"You bid." Ukyo handed the ID card representing VIP No. 11 to Yanami.

"Can I call you as many as I want?"

"Not really. 5000 million is the limit. Any more and I won't accept it. If it weren't for the spiritual resurgence that forced up the prices of all ancient swords, even if this Great Xia Dragon Bird was a replica made by a master craftsman from the Tang Dynasty, it would hardly have reached 1000 million. million is already a premium of five times its original value. If we can't even get this, we can just look for other ancient swords."

"2000w." Ukyo had only said half of the sentence when Yana saw that before she could use the small telescope to see what the ancient sword looked like, the VIP sitting opposite them raised her hand and held up the sign.

The man's eyes swept coldly towards their seats, and the 7-carat diamond ring on his middle finger seemed to be blinding.

He smoked the thickest Cohiba cigars, paired with an expensive high-end Armani suit, a snow-white lace scarf, a tough beard on his face, and long hair with a thick layer of hairspray combed all the way back. He looked like the old mafia godfather in some anime.

He looked down upon the crowd and took a deep puff of his cigar... After holding up the number plate, he raised the price to 2100w himself, as if he would continue to raise the price indefinitely if anyone dared to compete with him.

"What's going on? Little Ma? You're such a show-off!" Arthur leaned forward, his leather shoes stomping on the railing, and raised his number plate high, saying, "Old Arthur's going to give you guys a feel first!"

"2500w!"

"2600w!"

"3000."

"3100."

"Shit! He's not Ponyboy, he's Bruce Wayne!"

What Arthur was talking about should be the classic scene in the American TV series "Gotham". When the young Batman participated in the Penguin's auction, he could always bid one cent more than the other bidder. That is to say, no matter how much the other party bid, he could always bid one cent more than the other party.

Arthur felt that the man on the other side was imitating Bruce Wayne's famous scene by raising the price by only 100 million RMB each time.

Yanaijian could now see the ancient sword clearly through the telescope.

For display, it is currently in a half-unsheathed state, like a dragon ready to strike, with the dragon's body circling and its feathers flying.