If these great men were to fight, smashing any one of them would be enough to make him feel painful - even if he had no money, he would never have to make more than half a penny, and this was a matter of principle for businessmen.

"Okay, you guys want one piece first, and then we'll negotiate the price and then ask for the second one, okay?"

"This one!" The red-faced young officer pointed his hand almost at the same time as his voice fell, "I want this!" Do you have any objections? ”

He was referring to a teacup with a golden thread on the lid.

"No, no." The rest of the people expressed their opinions - if they were porcelain connoisseurs, or laymen, or if they shared the same aesthetic concept, they would have fought together over the imitation jar in the corner of the table.

"But I want this." The fingers of the other big man in a red suit had almost touched the bone china octagonal water cup, and his eyes had completely devoured the treasure.

"Which of you has an opinion?" The president of the Chamber of Commerce hurriedly wiped away the beads of sweat with his hands. He vaguely saw an officer in a slightly ordinary dress next to him, and he stopped talking. Although people came to buy things in harmony, and they didn't force them to buy and sell according to the convention, he didn't want to offend even one person in this Shura field. "If there is no opinion, this one will belong to him."

"Shopkeeper, you make a price." Dahan had already grabbed the water cup with one hand, and he looked satisfied with his enjoyment. "That's what I want."

"Five gold coins." The president of the Chamber of Commerce was a little out of breath and casually gave a top ordinary price.

Bilartai, the big man who got the cup, carefully stuffed it into his waist bag and took out five gold coins and put them on the table. Then he smiled and walked out of the battlefield in the room.

Walking out of the room, he sat on a wooden chair in the courtyard, leaning on the half-light, half-dim sunset to look at the warm and snow-white little cup.

The octagonal shape of the cup was so standard that he couldn't see the difference with the naked eye. The bottom of the cup is a concave round bowl shape, and there is a rough tooth pattern against the rim of the cup, which can be regarded as the only rough place inside and outside the whole cup.

"It's beautiful." The rounded edges of the octagonal shape curved beautifully in the dim sunset, and Bilaltai's father was also a connoisseur of pottery, and although he was not appreciated as a child, he was able to see his father's collection.

"Those paintings, the gilding, are tearing apart the beauty of the pottery itself." He vaguely remembered what his father had said a few years ago when he gave someone a gem-encrusted earthenware wine glass. The glass was a beautiful clay tire, and if the gems were removed from the cup and the original color of the pottery was maintained, his father would have accepted it.

His father was the overseer of the Lancastians on the island of Ruze, and was no less important than the bishops of the districts. In fact, he almost has the power to control the personnel of Lu Ze in one place and three cities, and it is not uncommon for others to give him an official position because of a fine pottery offering.

As long as you can present this simple and exquisite, almost beautiful cup that is not like porcelain, your status in the eyes of your father will definitely be no better than before. Although it should not be possible to inherit the title, it should be no problem to seek a stable position where you don't have to be in the army and use your life to fight for status......

And this piece of pottery, which can be called a holy artifact, only costs five gold coins! He pressed the little heart that was about to pop out, found a small rag in his waist bag to wipe his hands, and put the thing that was more important than his life again.

"You have such a good eye." Another officer stepped out of the open door. Bilaltai looked at it, it was the guy who just wanted to say something, and was also interested in the plain octagonal water cup.

"Didn't you grab anything?" Bilaltai asked, somewhat knowingly. "If I stole what you wanted, then I'm here to apologize to you."

The officer who came out hurriedly waved his hand and took out a small box from his arms. "I just had a snack on that cup, and I didn't dare to compete with you, sir. Look, I got this. ”

The wooden box opened, revealing a pair of enamelled ceramic-handled knives and forks. This is also extremely exquisite—at least the pattern on it has never been seen by Bilaltai. If this is given to other dignitaries and eunuchs, it will definitely open up some situations.

Looking at the subordinate's expression again, Bilaltai thought to himself right. He certainly didn't buy it for himself, his family wasn't that big - if Bilaltai himself was a bit of a nobleman, his subordinate was a purely commoner, or the kind he couldn't even learn magic.

"Is there still a scramble inside?" He no longer decided to follow the topic, and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to close the box.

"Yes, it's still in the second round of bidding." The other shook his head helplessly - he was not as rich as his peers, and it would be a lot of money for him to shell out six gold coins to buy this exquisite set of cutlery—but it was worth it to buy a life.

He had already taken the path of his fellow countrymen who could help him flee south. The other party's asking price was quite high—but for the old fur dogs, he was convinced that he could blow up the price of his set ten—no, twenty times!

The people who were still fighting inside were all orthodox aristocrats, and the confidence of swaying dozens of gold coins at every turn made them both suffer a deep sense of powerlessness. Bilaltai waved his hand and motioned for his subordinate to sit down with him.

"Chief Gurdjimo also gave the money fan a sum of money, saying that it was to compensate him for the cost of being robbed by the soldiers defending the city." This subordinate of his sat down on the chair a little angrily, and said this sentence without a head.

"He must have ten gold coins to make a move." Gejimer is above everyone here in terms of official position, and in terms of ability, he can be regarded as a capable person under Youerde, but he has lost some power without soldiers and horses. In terms of money, he is much more than these little soldiers.

"Twenty gold coins, bought with a carved bottom cup."

Bilaltai gasped - he still underestimated the "faces" of these nobles.

The reason why they are willing to do business with these merchants face to face and sincerely is that they do not lack these dozens of gold coins, but these rare things cannot be bought anywhere -- they do not need to provoke these merchants to the point that they are unwilling to come here to make money.

The second is the aristocratic atmosphere that Bilaltai has always scoffed at. He is not a nobleman now, only his elder brother has the right to inherit the family property, and inherit the title and wealth that represents the "nobility of the Bilunar Church".

According to Bilaltai's logic, if you don't impose heavy taxes on these merchants every time, it is already the greatest reward that the Bimoon Church has given to these apostates, how can there be any reason to repay the "legal extortion" of the city gate guards?

Now Bilaltai could finally understand why his subordinates had to come out to look at the stars like him. There are more than a dozen gold coins in it, and the humility of dozens of gold coins is too exciting, and they can't afford it.

"No, no, no. If you are not willing to accept this money, and then forget about it, we nobles will not be able to put down their faces. "There's a conversation going on in the room about it too." If this matter spreads to the country, my face of Gurdjimer-Peralanmer, and even the face of my family, will not know which gutter to put in and go with the flow. Please don't say it again, it's my subordinates who didn't do it right. ”

This wave of scenes, together with the twenty gold coins, is extremely beautiful, so beautiful that the president of the Chamber of Commerce must scold his mother in his heart while laughing and saying yes - the enamel cup with a hollow base is worth fifteen gold coins, and this guy wants to use five gold coins to let him seal the matter of the big bag of bone china. It seems that this officer is suffering a loss in exchange for reason, but in fact he is very shrewd. As for what he called the polite words that he did not use, they still had to be said - if he did not say them, an irreverent hat could be thrown from the sky at any time, and he would have to give some face if he got the gold coins anyway.

But it was good to take back five yellow cancan, heavy golden bumps. Thinking of this, the president of the Chamber of Commerce also put on a sincere smile again and shook Gejimo's hand.

After two rounds of bidding, there was still more than half of the things on the table. For example, the vivid porcelain brawler, the crystal-like decorated dagger made of glass, which looked like porcelain, but the milky white melamine tableware that could not be broken - any one of them was brought back to Lancas, but the best treasures that could make the whole audience frenzied stand in front of them, but these officers could only sweep these good things with their eyes and send a scorching light, and they did not dare to think of the idea of taking it by force.

Compared with their aristocratic status and reputation in the church, snatching the shocking wealth in front of them will not restore the loss of the former. These acts are the same as cheating, desertion, and unrighteous killings, second only to treason, and are attacked by other political rivals within the church. People and families who can still survive in the market and lose their reputation and power will not be able to continue to live at the bottom.

So before that, the whole family will draw a line with you before this, you will no longer be protected and supported by the family, your wife will leave you, and no one will recognize your status and knowledge. Serious people and even surnames can be stripped by the family.

These sins do not break the canon and hang the perpetrators on the gallows, but they have a bad reputation. The harm of this accusation against the common people is almost zero, but the slightest stain on the nobles will be infinitely magnified by their "holy white robes" in the ecclesiastical power system.

Political opponents will not hesitate to step on a second foot when they see you lose power. After your reputation is gone, of course, the power will cease to exist, and if the clan that protects you does not protect you, the only way in front of such a former nobleman is to flee abroad, or to start over incognito.