Chapter Ninety-Three: A Battle Without Gunpowder

An Wencheng knew that his master was a fallen master, and he had followed Zhong Rongxuan for more than ten years, and the other party was not only his master, but also the backbone of the shopkeeper in the store. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info For his master, An Wencheng knows him very well, and the other party is a very regular and exquisite person.

Every evening, the master always has to be one step late to come back, and occasionally stop at the auction house for a piece of goods, but there has never been a time like today, two hours after dinner, and he has not returned. The communication character has been busy, which makes An Wencheng feel uneasy. It's not that the master doesn't have a night when he doesn't go home, but every time he takes the time to let him know. Even if something is delayed, the communicator can still be reached. It's like this time, there is no news.

Waiting left and right, the more he waited, the more panicked An Wencheng became.

"No, I can't continue to wait like this, I'm going to see if something happened to the master."

Regardless of whether his master Zhong Rongxuan had an accident or something delayed, An Wencheng decided to take a trip, and waiting was not the way.

Hurriedly going out, An Wencheng called a car and rushed to the auction house non-stop. As soon as he arrived at the Martial Arts Alliance Guild, An Wencheng didn't look at it, took out the money and threw it to the coachman, and then rushed into the hall.

With the psychology of luck, An Wencheng took the lead in coming to the port of the auction house where his master Zhong Rongxuan was most often staying, and unexpectedly found a familiar figure.

An Wencheng trotted forward, and was about to speak, but found that his master had no time to pay attention to him.

"Lao Li, how much can you lend me over there? For the sake of our many years of friendship, lend me an emergency ......"

"Just borrow me for a few days, I just can't turn over the funds these days, don't worry about me, what kind of friendship do we have, don't you know who I am?"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Old horse! You're taking advantage of the fire! Three cents is already very high for people to borrow money, so you are embarrassed to call it four...... Borrow, of course borrow, there is something to say......"

"Cuihua is real this time, you have to believe me...... Absolutely not, I promise I'm not the kind of bastard who lifts my pants and walks away...... Last time, you said? That was twenty years ago, when we were young and would do something stupid......"

Today, An Wencheng feels that the whole person is not good, and the usually steady and iron-faced master shows an unknown side today. All kinds of attitudes that are easy to talk about, sweet words, low and begging.

"Is this really the master who usually treats himself and others like an iron? Could it be that the master and his old man took the wrong medicine today? ā€

After guarding on the side for a long time, An Wencheng didn't know if he wanted to step forward to interrupt the master's communication, and then say a greeting. But after hesitating for a long time, An Wencheng chose to give up, he knew the consequences of angering his old man.

Finally catching a gap, An Wencheng hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Master, if you don't go back and don't send a message to your home, let us wait for a long time......

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the master Zhong Rongxuan directly interrupted him: "You came just in time, go, go to the shopkeeper Liu on North Street to borrow some money for me, and the shopkeeper of Xicheng Zuo, anyway, you can borrow as much as you want......"

"Master, what are you doing with so much money?" Seeing that the master was raising money everywhere like a demon, An Wencheng was a little worried, in case of an accident, the two of them had absolutely no chance to turn over. If you can't repay your debts, you will lose your credibility, and if you lose your reputation, you can't get along in this industry, so whether it is as an apprentice or a subordinate, An Wencheng believes that he has the responsibility and obligation to remind his master.

However, An Wencheng's kind reminder was exchanged for the violent trembling of his master Zhong Rongxuan.

"You know what to do, do I need to be taught by you, a guy who has not been out of school? Hurry up and do it, if it is done today, it will be enough for our master and apprentice to live a lifetime. ā€

After being reprimanded, An Wencheng did it honestly, he knew that it was a fool's dream to persuade the master with his own skills. An Wencheng didn't know, in fact, his master Zhong Rongxuan was very conflicted, on the one hand, he urgently needed a large amount of money, and on the other hand, he couldn't let others know what he was bidding on. Think about it, who is willing to lend their money to others to make money? Especially when he knew that this business was very profitable, Zhong Rongxuan believed that there would be more people who wanted to disrupt the situation, and the so-called peers were enemies, which was not unreasonable.

Even in the face of the apprentice who had followed him for more than ten years, Zhong Rongxuan subconsciously didn't say much.

At the same time, in Qingyun County, there was also a group of people who were busy, and a large number of people came in and out of the Martial Arts Alliance Guild, in a hurry.

"The news from the head of the house has been confirmed, and the master has put the things on the auction house...... Yes, please send someone over quickly. ā€

"The shopkeeper, the big shopkeeper, the news is true, do you follow up?"

"Boss, hurry up, the other families have started, we can hesitate......"

When Chen Wusheng put the first epic orange weapon on the auction house, it can be said that one stone shocked a thousand waves, and the entire Qingyun County suddenly boiled.

An epic piece of equipment won't have such a lot of charm, but a weapon that has reached the fourth level and has been strengthened seven times is invaluable in itself. It is also the crystallization of the two technologies of engineering and foundry, and from the perspective of the power shown yesterday, it has surpassed the degree of one plus one equals two. Think of a weapon to beat a monk of the same level, even if the current batch is not as good as the first one, it is enough to open up a big gap.

Last night, Chen Wusheng used a game to show the strong combat effectiveness of the new weapon. Just standing still can keep your opponent from getting close to you, which is exciting to think about, and it will surely shine later. Many people believe that if they can grasp this opportunity now, it is no less than getting a head start, and they may be able to be one step ahead of others and take the lead step by step.

Everyone understands the truth, even if a rich person is a fool, there will still be a group of capable people with vision and ability to serve as staff officers under his hands. Ordinary big families don't just rely on one or two people to support themselves, and even if they are, it's not a long-term solution.

Therefore, the battle on this auction house is faster than who responds quickly and has strong ability, not simply more than the strength of funds. Rich people have never hoarded their money in the bank, but invested it in various fields to make money. Either buy fixed assets or make financial investments. There is not much mobile money left on hand, even if it is a deposit, it will not go much, and the worst thing is that the auction house can only pay cash and does not support credit, so it is difficult to come up with a large amount of money in a short period of time.

Although some small families do not have the financial resources to do as well as the big families, they have less investment and more sufficient inventory funds, which is extremely advantageous in this competition. It can be said that this is a battle without gunpowder, the battle seems fair, but in fact it is extremely unfair, and no one can be sure that they will have the last laugh. In the end, no one knows who killed the deer.