If Mrs. Yu's face was shocked, then Ling Nie's face was furious!
"Yue'er!" Ling Nie raised his hand, as if he was going to hit her, "You are really a disgrace to our Ling family!"
"Master, no!" Yu rushed forward and took Ling Nie's hand with a cry.
At this time, Young Master Shu Jun coughed several times in succession, calling back the attention of these people, and said loudly: "Please do not have any disputes in Zhiren Pavilion, otherwise someone will ask you guys to leave."
Zhiren Pavilion is a very terrifying force in the entire Yingyang City, and no one dares to offend it.
Ling Nie took a deep breath and sat down with a cold hum. Yu also pulled Ling Yue to sit down, while Jin Wan behind him shrugged and sat down indifferently.
"I have something to announce here." Young Master Shu Jun's face suddenly darkened, "Miss Ling Yue, I'm sorry, our Zhiren Pavilion cannot sell these two bottles of skin-beautifying liquid to you."
Ling Yue stood up again, with a look of shock on her face, and said unwillingly: "Why can't you sell it to me! I can pay immediately..."
"It's not a matter of money." Young Master Shu Jun interrupted her unceremoniously and said, "It's a matter of credibility. Our Zhiren Pavilion has promised in advance that the maker of this skin-beautifying elixir will not use this
Sell the spiritual fluid to anyone in General Ling's mansion."
"What..." Ling Yue was completely stunned, and the expression on her face seemed to have collapsed, "I don't understand..."
Young Master Shu Jun frowned slightly and said, "Miss Ling Yue doesn't need to understand that our Zhiren Pavilion has our Zhiren Pavilion's rules. Please don't participate in the bidding anymore."
This time, even Ling Nie's expression completely changed.
By doing this, Zhiren Pavilion undoubtedly slapped the Ling family in the face in public. With so many famous people watching, it must be such a shame!
But as the commander-in-chief of one hundred thousand forbidden troops in Yingyang City, Ling Nie still held back.
Young Master Shu Jun ignored Ling Yue and announced loudly: "Now, the last two bottles of skin-beautifying elixir have a base price of 10,000 taels, and the auction will start again."
"Fifteen thousand taels."
"Twenty thousand taels."
"Thirty thousand taels."
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The bidding was still going on, but Ling Luo had no intention of paying attention anymore.
"Miss Luo, are you satisfied?" The third uncle took a sip of tea and raised a gentle smile on his lips.
Ling Luo didn't show any pretense and replied hoarsely: "Very satisfied."
The smile on Uncle San's face became even stronger and he said, "Then we will have a happy cooperation."
Ling Luo nodded, she had already heard the last bid, 80,000 taels, which seemed to come from a slightly sinister voice in the private room next door.
After the auction, Young Master Shu Jun came to Ling Luo first and handed her all the proceeds from today's auction.
"One hundred and twenty thousand taels, sixty thousand taels, eighty thousand taels, a total of two hundred and sixty thousand taels, from which Zhiren Pavilion will draw 13,000 taels, and the rest is for Miss Luo."
Ling Luo took several large banknotes from the hands of Young Master Shu Jun, feeling very subtle in her heart.
Including the last income, nine bottles of skin-beautifying liquid were sold for a sky-high price of 250,000 taels of silver!
"Okay, thank you." After receiving the money, Ling Luo made a show of leaving.
The third uncle hurriedly said: "Miss Luo, we will see you off."
Ling Luo wanted to refuse, but thought about Ling Nie's family still outside, thought for a moment, and nodded.