Under the stage, more than a dozen girls shuttled among them, pouring tea and water for the guests. Some of them were familiar with each other, and they inevitably flirted with each other, but it was limited to this, and there was no other excessive behavior.
Sui Feng had been frowning since he entered the door, looking at everything in the field in confusion, "Master, what on earth are they going to do?"
Lan Ge raised his eyebrows, took the tea from the girl next to him, and replied slowly: "Didn't you hear what the madam just said? This is a treasure competition."
Sui Feng has followed Lan Ge on the rivers and lakes all year round, so Sui Feng has naturally heard of the treasure competition. What he is curious about is why Qing Wan appears here? This seems to be a place where she, a woman, should not appear.
Compared to Sui Feng's doubts, Lan Ge acted extremely calm, as if he wouldn't be surprised by anything the girl did. He took a sip of the tea in his hand and said with a smile: "Let's take a look, then.
The girl must have her purpose in coming here."
After the dance, the Madam from before walked onto the stage again and announced with a smile: "Dear guests, I now declare that tonight's treasure competition has officially begun."
As soon as the Madam finished speaking, she saw a dozen lights suddenly extinguished under the stage. The originally brightly lit hall instantly became a lot darker, but the stage lined with it suddenly became much brighter.
The madam cleared her voice and continued: "Now we invite our first guest to come to the stage with his treasures."
The first person to take the stage was a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant from the Western Regions. He had a rough build and a full beard. He untied the cloth bag on his body, opened it, and took out a huge white flower plate from it.
He handed it to a girl standing behind him who was wearing a bright red tulle cigarette skirt with half exposed breasts. The girl held her hand and walked around the stage twice before introducing it to everyone: "I have this flower."
It's a snow lotus flower picked from the top of Tianshan Mountain. It takes a hundred years to get this one. Eating it can detoxify white poison. The price is one thousand taels."
Before he finished speaking, someone immediately shouted from below: "I will give you one thousand one hundred taels."
"I will pay one thousand two hundred taels..."
"One thousand three hundred taels..."
"One thousand four hundred taels..."
"I will pay two thousand taels..."
"Two thousand five hundred taels"
"..."
There were a lot of bidding calls for a while, and finally the transaction was completed at a price of 3,400 taels.
Next on the stage was a thin old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He took out a palm-sized Ganoderma lucidum from his arms, handed it to the girl behind him, showed it around, and then introduced:
"This is a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. I believe in its functions and I don't need to introduce it. The asking price is five thousand taels."
However, the other party's words fell for a long time, but there was no reaction at all from the audience. It was completely opposite to the lively scene of competing to raise the price just now.
The expression on the old man's face was a little uneasy.
In a private room on the second floor, Zi Su asked Qing Wan who was sitting in confusion: "Sir... Master, is that person's price too high? Why is there no one who wants to buy it?"
Qing Wan replied slowly: "If it is really a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, the price of five thousand taels is not expensive, but..."
Before Qing Wan finished speaking, someone below heard an angry roar: "Where did you come from? You actually took an ordinary fleshy Ganoderma lucidum and tried to pass it off as a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Do you think so many of us here are fools?"