Seeing Changsun Wuji's proud look, Du He asked, "I wonder, how much does Lord Changsun think these military mercenaries are worth?"
Changsun Wuji pretended to be sophisticated and said: "It's only worth a few hundred guan. I can find a few craftsmen and spend a few years to make it. At most, it's only a thousand guan."
People in this era have a concept of antiques, but they have no concept of cultural relics.
This thing will be a priceless treasure in future generations.
But in this era, they are just a bunch of statues, far less valuable than the shit basin carved from Lantian jade used by the First Emperor.
Therefore, Changsun Wuji’s words were recognized by everyone.
Du He asked again: "Master Changsun, in your opinion, how much does it need to be worth to be called a treasure?"
"Well... this, at least 50,000 guan, cannot be called a treasure if it is less than 50,000 guan..." Changsun Wuji deliberately said a relatively high number.
Thousand strings and fifty thousand strings, that's fifty times.
In Changsun Wuji's view, even if Du He really dug out two thousand mercenaries, they would not be worth fifty thousand guan, not to mention that at least 30% of them were broken.
After saying that, he only had two words in his mind: his bet of 200,000 pounds and the payout of 600,000 pounds were secure!
"Hahaha……"
Du He suddenly laughed.
Qin Qiong, who was next to him, stepped forward, held him down, and said: "Du He, forget it, let's just pay more than three million yuan in compensation. Just pay it slowly. Don't get carried away. If you jump,
This life will be ruined..."
It turned out that Qin Qiong thought Du He was crazy and about to fall.
Du He couldn't laugh or cry.
He pushed Qin Qiong away and said, "Uncle Qin, you are wrong about this. In my life, Du He, I look down upon people who commit suicide the most."
After saying that, he turned around, came to Chen Shuda, and asked: "Mr. Chen, you also saw the statue just now. It is undoubtedly your ancestor. Now, I will sell your ancestor to you, will you buy it?"
Chen Shuda glared at Du He and said angrily: "Buy, I want to take the statues of my ancestors back and enshrine them in the ancestral temple."
"Okay, let's make a price!" Du He said straight to the point.
Chen Shuda pointed at Du He: "Du He, don't bully others too much..."
"Fifty thousand dollars! Do you want to buy it?"
Fifty thousand dollars?
A statue sells for 50,000 yuan?
In the eyes of others, Du He is just crazy about money.
Chen Shuda also hesitated.
Although he is the Minister of Rites, his family background is not as good as Changsun Wuji, otherwise he wouldn't have only bet 10,000 coins in the first place.
But the statue that is worthless to others is his ancestor.
Seeing his hesitation, Du He asked directly: "Mr. Chen, do you think that your ancestor is not worth 50,000 yuan?"
"Du He...don't bully others too much. This statue, I..."
Du He laughed: "In that case, I will give this mercenary to my family to make money."
"Who is Wangcai?" Chen Shuda asked.
"Wangcai is a dog raised by the old man..."
Chen Shuda was about to explode with anger.
To give a statue of my ancestor to a dog is really bullying.
He shouted: "Hold on, Du He, I'll buy it for 50,000 guan. It's just selling the iron. Within half a month, I will send the money to you. You can give me the statue first."
"That's simple. I can still trust Mr. Chen. Come on, let's put it as proof." This is what Du He loves to do. He took out a piece of paper and had already written 50,000 guan on it.
Chen Jin sold the mercenary to Chen Shuda, and then took Chen Shuda's hand and pressed his fingerprints before Chen Shuda could react.
Chen Shuda looked confused, always feeling like he had been deceived, but he didn't know what the problem was.
Du He took the receipt, came to Changsun Wuji, and asked: "Master Changsun, what you just said cannot be called a treasure if it is worth less than 50,000 guan. Now, a mercenary is worth 50,000 guan, and
There are many more down here, maybe some of your eldest grandson's ancestors, and they must be worth far more than 50,000 guan, right?"
Changsun Wuji's face turned pale.
He had nothing to say.
He pointed at Du He and said, "Du He... you, you, you, you are so shameless..."
Plop.
After saying that, he fainted and fell to the ground.
Du He was anxious: "Hey, you...if you faint, you can't get the money back, hahaha..."
When everyone saw this, they all thought that Du He was so shameless.
Not long after, the news came out.
The people who originally placed bets all learned that Du He had dug up the treasure.
This is a matter worthy of careful discussion, but at this time, no one actually discussed it. Everyone stood at the foot of Lishan Mountain, silent at first, and then some started to cry loudly.
But so what, Du He has already gained more than one million yuan.
Excluding Li Er's 160,000 guan and Qin Qiong's 10,000 guan, Du He still had a full 900,000 guan left.
Just when everyone outside was scolding Du He for being shameless, the Dream Group held a grand bonfire party that night. Everyone said that their young master had the ability. First, he got 20,000 acres of land from Changsun Wuji with nothing, and then he changed his identity and made
With one bet, I made nine hundred thousand dollars out of thin air in ten days. This person is no longer a mortal, he is the God of Wealth...
The happiest people are the senior executives of Dream Group. Not long ago, the entire Dream Group made too big a step, which resulted in it being unable to make ends meet and struggling to make ends meet. Now that it is better, with so much money at once, it can start working boldly again.
…
Some are happy and some are worried!
Some are happy and some are sad!
Changsun Wuji is undoubtedly the most worried person in Chang'an City... no, he should be the most worried person in the entire Tang Dynasty.
First, he was self-righteous and gave Du He 20,000 acres of land at the foot of Lishan Mountain. He thought that Du He was taken advantage of, but he didn't know that Du He actually made a trick and poached military mercenaries and defrauded him of twenty
Wan Guan... Every time he thinks of Changsun Wuji, he feels the urge to commit suicide.
The old housekeeper was waiting by the bed and said distressedly: "Master, it's not a good idea to keep going like this. That boy Du He is so abominable, he actually resorted to such means to deceive people!"
Changsun Wuji got up sickly and said: "Why scold him? It's me, Changsun Wuji, whose skills are inferior to others. I didn't expect that after doing business all my life, I fell into the hands of Du He. What I feel sorry for is not the money, but the money."
My reputation is better now. The whole Chang'an City knows that I, Changsun Wuji, am a big fool..."
"Why!"
For a moment, the old housekeeper didn't know what to say.
Changsun Wuji thought to himself, "Blessings come with misfortunes. It's good to give him a blow like this. I can finally get rid of my habit of being whipped."
It turns out that since he fainted and was sent back that day, Changsun Wuji has lost interest in everything, including the whipping thing. He has lost interest in it over and over again, so he can only use this as a reason to comfort himself, which can be regarded as a kind of psychological comfort.