Gongsun Jing said: "Now is not the time. We did not get this batch of goods easily. We always hope that more people will bid and the price will be higher."
Miao Shaotian stared and said, "Will anyone else come?"
Su Yang was minding his own business while holding a glass of wine, and suddenly said: "Gang Leader Miao is not very good at arithmetic. He has nine friends left, but he only killed eight of them, and naturally there is one more."
Miao Shaotian said: "Who is it?"
Gongsun Jing did not answer him directly, but smiled at Su Yang and asked, "Do you know who Mr. Su is?"
Su Yang sighed: "I know, and I also want to learn from Brother Zhao's method to cure that man's headache, but it's a pity..."
Zhao Yidao asked coldly: "What's the pity?"
Su Yang pointed to the gate and said: "It's a pity that the man's head is too big. Even if I can cure him, I'm afraid I will be injured all over. If you are interested, Brother Zhao, you might as well give it a try."
Following what Su Yang expected, he suddenly heard the sound of cars and horses neighing, and a gorgeous six-horse car parked outside the door.
A fat white man with a white face and no beard came out of the carriage panting. From outside the door to the backyard, it was a short distance. Before he was even halfway there, he was already out of breath from exhaustion.
There was a tall and thin man in black behind him, following him closely like a shadow. He had a scorched yellow face and sunken eyes, like a tuberculosis ghost, but his steps were very light and strong, and his waist was
There were a pair of shining iron objects hanging on it, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a pair of curved swords.
The strange-shaped weapons in the world are not only difficult to practice, but also difficult to forge. Nine out of ten people who can use such weapons are masters.
Miao Shaotian, Zhao Yidao, and Baima Zhang San immediately stared at the pair of curved swords with their sharp eyes.
White Horse Zhang San frowned and asked Su Yang in a deep voice: "Who is this person?"
Su Yang glanced at Gongsun Jing and said, "Young Master Zhu from Wanjin Hall in Suzhou."
White Horse Zhang San asked: "Where is his bodyguard?"
Su Yang smiled and said: "I'm afraid he is just a poor man."
Hearing Su Yang's words, several people present turned to look at Su Yang with surprise in their eyes. Only Gongsun Jing looked at Su Yang more with a hint of secret approval.
White Horse Zhang San sneered: "Pity? Mr. Su's vision is too high. If people who can use such strange weapons are also pitiful people, then at least half of our White Horse Alliance should go begging for food, Miao
Gang Leader, Leader Zhao, I’m afraid you won’t be doing much better.”
Su Yang kept his head down and drank one glass after another, as if talking to himself: "A bodyguard, but his master does not need his protection at all. Letting him follow behind is just a facade. This kind of thing is very important to the world."
As a human being, isn’t it very pitiful?”
In Su Yang's impression, this bodyguard seemed to be a vase-like character. In fact, his master's martial arts skills were far superior to his.
"Drunkard!" Bai Ma Zhang San cursed in a low voice.
Finally, after drinking three bottles of wine in a row, the mechanical voice in Su Yang's heart sounded again:
"
Drink half a pound of Fenjiu that has been brewed for 30 years, improve your drinking skills, and gain the title of ‘Alcoholic’, which can be improved;
Title effect: increased alcohol consumption;
Note: If it tastes good, drink more.
"
As this voice sounded, Su Yang's brain, which had already felt a little dizzy, suddenly became sober, and he felt that his drinking capacity seemed to have increased a lot.
Su Yang was also quite proud: "Hey, if one day I enter Jin Yong's world and meet Xiao Feng, what can I do if I don't have a good drinking capacity? I also want to practice the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon."
At this time, the fat man finally finished what may have been a "long" road for him. When he came to the yard, his first words were: "This journey has exhausted me to death!"
The driver pulling the cart didn't cry tired, the humiliated bodyguard didn't cry tired, and even the person waiting for him didn't cry tired. This man who came by car, who looked like some kind of animal, actually cried tired.
Isn't this one of the tragedies of mankind? The voices of those who really give and those who enjoy the benefits are often completely opposite to their actions.
When Gongsun Jing saw the fat man, the most sincere smile immediately appeared on his face. He punched the people present and said with a smile: "That's great. Now that Young Master Zhu has arrived, everyone is here too. Even if the five of you don't
We are acquaintances and must be well known to each other, so there is no need for me to introduce them."
Miao Shaotian said: "It's really not necessary."
White Horse Zhang San said: "We are not here to make friends."
Miao Shaotian stared at him sideways and said, "Even if we were friends in the first place, we are no longer friends because of this batch of goods."
Gongsun Jing said: "Happily, in that case, let's start over there. You must already understand the rules of the Qinglong Society's transactions."
Before anyone else could speak, Miao Shaotian said first: "This is natural, cash transactions, no one can bully others. Now that we're here, we won't be empty-handed."
After speaking, he clapped his hands.
Clapping is like a contagious disease. After Miao Shaotian clapped, White Horse Zhang San also clapped.
Nine strange men with red hair and linen clothes suddenly appeared out of the darkness. Each of them was carrying a linen bundle in their hands. The bundle was bulging and large enough to hold a large living person. It was obviously not light.
There was another sound of heavy footsteps at the door, and the bearded man who had just thrown his horse onto the eaves walked in step by step, holding a large iron box high with both hands.
When he was lifting the horse, he was lifting the weight lightly, but now when he was carrying the box, his face was quite heavy, and his black iron-like muscles were bulging. Every time he took a step, there were immediately deep footprints on the ground. It was obvious that
The contents of this box are actually heavier than the horse.
Gongsun Jing smiled with satisfaction and said: "Red hair on the east side of the river and white horse on the west side of the river. As expected, they are both great men with extraordinary abilities. How about the master Zhao?"
The muscles on Zhao Yidao's face twitched a few times, as if he was struggling with something. After a moment, he finally raised his head and smiled stiffly, saying: "Hedong Red Hair, Hexi White Horse, all are rich and powerful, how dare Taihang Kuai Dao
Come and compete, we brothers will give up on this batch of goods."
Miao Shaotian looked up and laughed wildly: "Okay, Boss Zhao really understands."
His laughter suddenly stopped, and he stared at Young Master Zhu like fire, and said in a deep voice: "But I don't know what the young master of Wanjin Hall wants to do?"
The pig-like Young Master Zhu hadn't spoken yet, but Su Yang thought in his heart: The next two people are about to start taking action!
Young Master Zhu Hui gave Miao Shaotian an embarrassment lukewarmly, but Miao Shaotian couldn't do anything. Young Master Zhu's martial arts was obviously better than Miao Shaotian's, and he easily defeated Miao Shaotian and subdued everyone.
According to the plot in my memory, I don't need to do anything now. I just need to follow behind and I can temporarily avoid the "bidding" level.
Unexpectedly, Young Master Zhu did not embarrass Miao Shaotian like in the original novel, but suddenly looked up at Su Yang.
Mr. Zhu said with a smile: "I always thought there were only four buyers here, but I didn't expect there was a drunkard."
Such a simple sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention to Su Yang. It seemed that this Young Master Zhu not only had great martial arts skills, but also had a deep mind.
When doing business, the first person to bid is always the most powerful, and the last person to bid is always the most advantageous.
But not everyone is qualified to make the final bid. At least in the minds of these people, the weight of the four words "Kuaijian Xiaosu" is far less than that of "Wanjintang".
Miao Shaotian's eyes were bright, he stared at Su Yang and asked in a deep voice: "Master Su, you drank so much wine from the Qinglong Club, how much money are you going to pay?"
The nine red-haired men had a tacit understanding, and they all looked at Su Yang with unkind expressions.
Su Yang's heart moved, knowing that the second life and death test was coming.
If he insists on bidding and insists on competing with Miao Shaotian for this batch of goods, the target of Miao Shaotian's action will change from Young Master Zhu to himself.
Even with that mysterious "spiritual power", he is no match for him now. As soon as the golden ring comes out, his brain will burst.
And if you follow Zhao Yidao's example and don't bid, on the one hand you may be "obliterated", on the other hand if Gongsun Jing sees a flaw, he will take action against you.
What's more, I have no money at all, not even a copper coin.
According to the "prodigal son" status that the white-haired old man has set for himself, there will be no property that can be used as collateral.
After thinking for a moment, Su Yang said something that made everyone freeze on the spot.
He picked up the remaining half of the bottle of wine, opened the lid of the bottle, raised his head and poured it all into his mouth, then touched his mouth and said with a smile:
