"Everyone, Miss Haitang is a master of third-level cultivation. She was once the daughter of the owner of Xiuyuan Villa of our Daqin Jianghu sect. Because Xiuyuan Villa fell into trouble, she took up residence in our Fengyuechang."
On the stage, the middle-aged lady and the charming shopkeeper Sister Feng were introducing the situation of Begonia.
Xiuyuan Villa is a small sect in the world of Da Qin. The owner of the village is Haitang's biological father. He is a second-grade master.
Although this strength is not that high in Da Qin, it is not low either. It originally had the ability to protect itself.
Unfortunately, someone was offended half a year ago, and Xiuyuan Villa was bathed in blood overnight, and Haitang's father died tragically on the spot.
In the entire Xiuyuan Villa, only Haitang, who was out with several senior brothers at the time, survived. Her whole family was killed, and she didn't even know who her enemy was.
If Haitang wants revenge, she has no choice but to seek refuge with a larger force.
So, she found Zuixianlou, who had a profound background.
The price was that she sold herself to Zuixianlou and became the kind of person she once despised.
However, compared to the blood feud of the whole family, what is this?
"You are all regular customers. You must know the rules of Zuixian Tower."
Sister Feng said with a smile: "It depends on which of you is sincere and who is serious."
After talking for a long time, he finally said, the one with the highest price will get it.
"Okay, okay, stop dawdling, let's get started!"
"That's right, my brother can't bear it anymore! Hahaha!"
"Sister Feng, please tell me the lowest price!"
Someone urged impatiently.
Sister Feng rolled her eyes at the man: "What's the minimum price? Mr. Zhao and Miss Haitang are the daughters of a famous family. Don't say it in such a vulgar way. This is what we call our sincerity..."
"Haha, okay, let's start by saying as much as you like!"
The man smiled and didn't take it seriously, a daughter from a famous family? Isn't the daughter of a famous family in Zuixian Tower still rich?
"One hundred thousand silver marks from my heart..."
Sister Feng is not verbose, she knows that people who come here do not need her to use words to seduce.
Begonia's appearance is enough to make these people lose their money and have a happy marriage.
"I'm giving you 150,000 yuan..."
As soon as the reserve price was announced, someone immediately started shouting.
"With two hundred thousand hearts, Miss Haitang is worthy of all my money."
"Three hundred thousand hearts, I am determined to win Miss Haitang today."
"Four hundred thousand..."
"Six hundred thousand..."
At first, some people kept shouting, but the shouting got louder and louder. In just a few breaths, they shouted out a million thoughts...
Wu Zhongxian held the wine glass and tasted it slowly. He was not in a hurry. He was going to take action anyway, and no one could compete with him.
When Haitang appeared on the stage just now, Wu Zhongxian was indeed a little over the top, but now he has calmed down.
Those peach petals are simply drugged, a drug that makes people's blood boil.
If it weren't for the poisonous girl by his side, Wu Zhongxian would be like those crazy guys, shouting out of control.
"Five million hearts..."
Suddenly a young man in his twenties stood up with red eyes and shouted, doubling the price.
Five million...
Everyone took a breath, five million taels of silver, this was enough to make many people present bankrupt their fortunes and sell their goods.
Begonia's appearance is indeed beautiful, but what is not beautiful about Zuixian Tower?
Besides, this is just for one night, and five million is not for a lifetime, so it is really a bit of a loss.
Many people calmed down and chose to give up even if they were unwilling to do so.
After all, five million can redeem Lan Yi's life.
"Haha, no one can compete with me."
The young man looked down upon everyone and looked proud.
"Master Zhao is rich and powerful, and his actions are extraordinary!"
Sister Feng said with a smile: "Is there still competition among young masters? If not, Miss Haitang's guest will be Mr. Zhao!"
The whole place was silent, five million taels of silver, not five million taels of stones, they earned their own money, unlike this prodigal who spent his father's money without feeling bad.
Bang bang bang...
Wu Zhongxian patted the snack dregs on his hand leisurely and said with a smile: "The people of Da Qin are just like this! Let me give you a number, one million taels..."
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Mr. Zhao was quite nervous at first, but when he heard this, he immediately showed a look of disdain.
"You were so frightened by me! I shouted five million taels, but you shouted one million? Why are you arguing with me? Go home and play in the mud!"
Mr. Zhao could not help but mock Wu Zhongxian.
Wu Zhongxian smiled and said: "Noisy, I didn't say what I wanted! My one million taels is Huang's intention."
When Sister Feng heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up. Does this mean one million taels of gold?
The current ratio of gold to silver is one to ten, that is, one million taels of gold equals ten million taels of silver.
Moreover, due to the scarcity of gold, the actual price of gold is higher than that of silver. Therefore, if one million taels of gold are exchanged for silver, it can be exchanged for at least thirteen million taels.
"What? This guy is talking about one million taels of gold?"
"Which prodigal son, is this how gold is used?"
"Who is this? Such a big gesture?"
"I don't know. He looks very unfamiliar, and his accent doesn't sound like he's from Da Qin!"
"Good guy, I really feel sorry for you! One million taels of gold, damn, I want to sacrifice myself!"
The crowd became noisy again as Wu Zhongxian fluttered one million taels of gold, and everyone looked at him.
Someone has already secretly written down Wu Zhongxian's face, and when he goes back, he will have someone check to see who is using gold to spend money in the brothel.
"If you can afford ten million taels of silver to compete with me, I will give it to you."
Wu Zhongxian looked at Mr. Zhao.
Ten million taels...
Mr. Zhao suddenly looked embarrassed. Five million taels was already his limit. This was because his father died last month and he could only get it by taking over the entire inheritance.
"Oh, Mr. Zhao, you are a regular customer, otherwise I would forget it today!"
Sister Feng couldn't help but persuade her. Even if Mr. Zhao could offer 10 million silver, she wouldn't do it!
She is not willing to pay even 15 million in silver.
The value of gold is much higher than that of silver, and it is smaller and easier to carry. If it is made into jewelry, the price will be several times higher, and the value of gold cannot be compared to that of silver.
Mr. Zhao turned his head and looked at Wu Zhongxian resentfully: "Okay, very good, I will give in today."
After saying that, he got up and walked out angrily.
This scene made Wu Zhongxian couldn't help but laugh. If you can't fight, you can't fight. How dare you give in?
The poisonous girl narrowed her eyes and looked at the so-called Mr. Zhao. In her eyes, this guy was already dead.
She did not allow anyone who threatened Wu Zhongxian, whose eyes were obviously vicious.
Even if such a prodigal son doesn't cause any trouble, the poisonous girl won't allow it.
"With one million taels of gold, is there anyone who is higher than this young master? If not, then Miss Haitang is in the same mood as this young master today?"
