The argument between the two was interrupted by the arguments from the onlookers in front.
Bei Yeqing put on the airs of a princess, "Ye Yang, what happened ahead?"
"In front of it is a brothel. The old madam sold a woman to a man, but the woman refused to obey, so a dispute broke out."
"That woman is so pitiful," Bei Yeqing said to Mo Yang intentionally or unintentionally.
Mo Yang was silent and ignored. She didn't like to meddle in other people's business.
Cai'er never even glanced at it. There are so many such things. What's so strange about it?
Not to mention Gu Yuexie, just ignore it. What does this have to do with him?
Of course, Bei Yeying will not be the so-called hero who saves the beauty.
Bei Yeqing's sympathy overflowed: "Young Master Mo, why don't we go help this woman?"
"You want me to help her?" Mo Yang raised her eyebrows. She would not help someone for no reason.
"of course"
"Okay, you guys wait for me here." After saying that, he walked towards the crowd.
Mo Yang pointed to the crying woman and said, "I bought her."
"I took my fancy first." A man in Chinese clothes came out, followed by several servants. But after seeing Mo Yang clearly, he was stunned and his tone softened a bit.
"So what if you like it first? Shouldn't the one with the highest price get it?"
"Ah, this young master is right, I will offer you one hundred taels."
"You only have one hundred taels, how dare you compete with me?" Mo Yang said scornfully
"Then, how much will you pay?" The man in Chinese clothes was a little angry by Mo Yang's tone, but he couldn't get angry.
"I want to compete with you when I offer you a thousand taels. I can't even pay a thousand taels. It's just wishful thinking." Mo Yang sneered and sarcastically said.
"You, who said that I can't afford it? I can afford two thousand taels!" the man in Chinese clothes said angrily.
When the old bustard heard that it was two thousand taels, his eyes immediately lit up. Two thousand taels. Even the oiran only had about one thousand taels. The crying woman was already a little dumbfounded. She was sold into a brothel for only fifteen taels. Two thousand taels. She was like this.
You will never make that much money in your life
Due to the competition between the two, more and more people were watching, and Bei Yeying and others also came over.
Mo Yang glanced at Mr. Huayi provocatively and said, "Only two thousand taels? You are so poor, sir. I will give you three thousand taels of gold."
"You, you, I will offer you four thousand taels of gold." The man in gorgeous clothes was already furious.
"It's a deal, this girl will be yours, sir, for four thousand taels of gold," Mo Yang said with a smile, emphasizing the word gold.
"You, you..." The man in Chinese clothes was angry, but he was also confused by Mo Yang's bewitching smile and was speechless.
"Young Master, can't you afford to pay? It's only four thousand taels of gold," Mo Yang's face suddenly changed and he said coldly.
The people around were already dumbfounded. A brothel girl was actually worth four thousand taels of gold. Even the high-ranking officials in Beicheng didn't have that much money.