Chapter 315： :My game, my turf, my rules

Loans from the foundation are interest-free for the first month. If you can repay the money within one month, you won’t have to spend any extra money! How nice!

Although Madam was a little harsh on him regarding money, she was by no means ignorant. When he went back and told her the reason, and bought a few novel items to coax him, the matter could still be solved easily!

Hearing Daoming thought happily.

There was a hint of sadness on his face.

Chu Bitao asked: "Brother Daoming, why did you come back so long? We just auctioned several good things."

Hearing Daoming laughed, "Isn't this just a moment of greed? I'm a bit upset."

He stroked the banknotes in his chest pocket and felt at ease.

With this money, I thought it would be a piece of cake to take a picture of the jade cup with two ears and an ox head.

It’s a pity that he thought too beautifully.

One hundred thousand taels may be a lot elsewhere, but here, it is nothing.

Those things that were auctioned at the beginning, such as pills, jade materials, pearl facial masks, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, were not too rare. The materials are all non-aura-free.

Even if it is expensive, it is still within their acceptable range.

But later on, things like spiritual honey, spiritual wine, spiritual rice, spiritual liquid, talismans and even martial arts all appeared.

At this stage, there are not many people present who have the ability to participate in the auction.

But who can resist the attraction of these things?

As a result, many people in the audience got up and left the meeting on the pretext of going to the toilet. They either borrowed money from the nearby foundation like Wen Daoming did, or used special channels to notify their families and send the money quickly!

Seeing this, Shen Yizhi simply asked Xiao San to announce a break for two-quarters of an hour. It should be enough for them to raise enough funds, right?

However, some people had other thoughts during this half hour.

“Brother Liu, I’m very interested in that bottle of spiritual liquid. You must be too, right?”

"Haha, that's natural. If you have a bottle of spiritual liquid in your hand, it's equivalent to having an extra spiritual power for nothing. It's a pity that such a good thing will definitely attract everyone to fight for it."

“I have a way to get the thing.”

“Oh? Brother Zhao, come and listen?”

…

This is a conversation that took place in a toilet stall.

What the two of them didn’t know was that nothing they planned was hidden from Shen Yizhi and Xuan Ting’s perception.

Xuan Ting bit Shen Yizhi's ear: "What are you going to do?"

Shen Yizhi leaned against him lazily and hummed softly: "If you want to use tricks on my territory, it depends on whether I agree or not."

The person named Zhao is Zhao Zeyuan, the head of the Zhao family in Langcheng.

His plan is simple to say, which is to win over Liu Qi first, and then separate operations with him, so as to persuade several other competitive opponents to deliberately write down low prices when bidding.

At that time, Zhao Zeyuan can buy back the spiritual liquid at a relatively low price. When he gets the spiritual liquid back, he can split it half with Liu Qi.

Of course, that’s what he said. As for whether he will turn his back on me then, I don’t know.

Anyway, Liu Qi agreed to his proposal after he promised some benefits.

Then the two of them split up to find the others.

"Miss Bai, can you take a step to speak?" Zhao Zeyuan found that the first person he came to was Bai Xiaoshu.

This is all because Bai Xiaoshu has been in the limelight several times in the previous auctions, and her efficiency in spending money is astonishing.

She was willing to pay a high price of thirty thousand taels for even an jade bracelet, and she must have spared no expense in order to recover the spiritual liquid.

But Zhao Zeyuan was sure to convince her.

“You deliberately wrote a low price during the auction? After the event is completed, you will give me half of the spiritual liquid?”

After listening to Zhao Zeyuan's call, Bai Xiaoshu quickly extracted the key sentences from it.

“Yes, this way Miss Bai doesn’t have to spend a lot of money, and she can get half a bottle of spiritual liquid back for free. It’s a good deal, isn’t it?”

Bai Xiaoshu pondered.

She is weighing the pros and cons.

What Zhao Zeyuan said was indeed very attractive. Even if she paid a high price during the bidding, she might not be able to get the spirit liquid. However, if she followed what Zhao Zeyuan said, she would be able to get half a bottle after the auction.

Of course, that’s assuming he can also successfully convince others.

But what if Master Shen finds out about this?

No, not in case, but very likely. She could feel that there were layers of formations set up throughout the villa, and maybe Shen Yizhi heard everything they said at the moment.

As a monk, she knows the methods of monks best.

And this Zhao Zeyuan is just a mortal, and he knows nothing about the methods of monks.

Also thinks he is smart.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaoshu was about to reject him: "I still prefer..." Take it by yourself, so as not to ruin the eyes of Master Shen.

Halfway through the words, a voice suddenly sounded in my head: "Promise him, I'll trick him by the way, and I'll give you a bottle of spiritual liquid afterwards."

Shen Yizhi! Bai Xiaoshu's pupils shrank suddenly.

It seems that her guess is indeed correct. Their every move is probably in Shen Yizhi's perception. Otherwise, why could she transmit the message so timely?

She couldn't help but feel glad that she had made the right choice, otherwise she wouldn't know what would be waiting for her then.

Bai Xiaoshu paused: "...Get the benefits first. Who knows whether Mr. Zhao will fulfill his promise afterwards? If you mess with me, I won't be able to deal with it, right?"

Zhao Zeyuan knew that she was relenting, but he deliberately showed a wry smile on his face, "Miss Bai, is Zhao the kind of villain who doesn't keep his word?"

Bai Xiaoshu shrugged, "I'm not familiar with you, how would I know."

Zhao Zeyuan choked and took out something with determination, "This is the heirloom of my Zhao family. It was passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of my Zhao family. If Miss Bai took this, she should trust Zhao." Bar?"

What he took out was a square leather box, no more than the size of a mahjong and it looked very old.

Bai Xiaoshu thought it was some kind of treasure, but when she opened it, she found... a melon seed inside?

Although this melon seed is surprisingly big, almost four or five times the size of ordinary melon seeds, it is still a melon seed!

At best, it’s just mutated!

There’s nothing strange about it!

Bai Xiaoshu closed the box: "Mr. Zhao, are you kidding me?"

As he spoke, he released a trace of monk pressure, which immediately made Zhao Zeyuan bend at the waist.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with difficulty, "Miss Bai, don't get me wrong, this is really passed down from my ancestors. If you don't believe it, you can try it. This melon seed, no, this treasure, is invulnerable to water and fire, and cannot be smashed." It’s not an ordinary thing!”

Yeah? Bai Xiaoshu looked suspicious.

She tried it and found that it was just as Zhao Zeyuan said, this melon seed was not ordinary!

but-

“Since you know this is a treasure, why are you still willing to give it to me? Just so that I won’t participate in the bidding?”

It’s a bit of a loss.