Chapter 141: Inventory is sufficient

The little servant in the Imperial Weapon Pavilion looked at Fang Xuan timidly, and then at Zheng Ling'er timidly.

On both sides, they are all guests, and he is a servant of the Imperial Cabinet, and he can't afford to offend.

However, if you open the door to do business, since you have it, and the customers want it, then of course you have to sell it!

Zheng Ling'er's whole face turned red in an instant, and she yelled: "Don't sell them!" ”

"Miss Zheng, we ...... We...... Don't be embarrassed......"

The servants wailed, and all of a sudden their faces were like bitter melons.

They can't afford to offend the Zheng family, and they can't afford to offend Miss Zheng, but if this soul spirit grass is not sold to Fang Xuan, they are afraid that they will ...... The shopkeeper Zhou Buer blamed it, they can't afford to take responsibility!

The little servant said timidly: "Miss Zheng, if you want us not to sell this soul grass, it's okay, unless...... Unless ......"

"Unless what?" Zheng Qi's face sank.

The servant said, "Unless...... You will buy all this soul grass! ”

Really!

Although everyone was mentally prepared in their hearts, they still trembled when they heard the little servant say this.

Fang Xuan smiled, smiling brightly and extremely happy.

But the faces of Zheng Ling'er and the others were extremely angry.

Fifteen Soul Grasses.

If she bought them all for the sake of gambling, wouldn't she Zheng Ling'er become a big wrongdoer?

At this moment, Zheng Ling'er regretted it a little in her heart.

I regret that I shouldn't have spent those 23,000 taels of silver to buy that soul spirit grass.

The ghost knew that there were so many of them in the Imperial Weapon Pavilion, and he thought that there was only one left like the fire and gold beast.

"Xiao Er, go, help me get a soul spirit grass, 23,000 taels of silver, I want it!"

Fang Xuan opened his mouth and said in a loud voice.

"Yes, yes......"

When the servant heard this, his body trembled, although he was afraid of the Zheng family, but at this moment, his body did not obey the call, and hurriedly went to get the soul spirit grass.

In the Imperial Weapon Pavilion, there is so much inventory of soul spirit grass, if it can be sold, the shopkeeper Zhou Buer will know about it, and he will definitely be rewarded.

What's more, if something really happened, the Zheng family should not trouble these little servants, but should find the shopkeeper Zhou Buer to ask for the guilt.

Although Zheng Ling'er is arrogant, she doesn't have the ability to ask Zhou Buer for guilt.

Of course, if Zheng Tianlong, the head of the Zheng family, comes, maybe Zhou Buer will give a few thin noodles.

But it was impossible for Zheng Tianlong to make a big deal because of such a trivial matter as Zheng Ling'er and Fang Xuan, which would damage the reputation of the head of the Zheng family!

After a while, a soul spirit grass was taken.

Looking at the soul grass in the servant's hand, Zheng Ling'er was so angry that she gritted her teeth and almost went crazy.

The people present, all dumbfounded, wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh!

This Miss Zheng lifted a stone and smashed her own feet.

"Haha, yes, yes!" Fang Xuan smiled, reached out and took the soul spirit grass in the servant's hand and put it in his pocket.

"Miss Zheng, there are still fourteen of these soul spirit grasses left, do you want to buy them?" Wang Zhenren was so angry that he couldn't pay for his life, and asked with a smile.

"Get out!"

Zheng Ling'er let out an earth-shattering roar!

For a moment, the people around him were frightened and quickly dispersed.

"Senior sister, junior sister, don't make trouble!" Zheng Qi's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly dissuaded him!

"Senior brother, if you really think of me as your junior sister, you will come out of the Imperial Weapon Pavilion later, and help me break the legs and feet of these two people!" Zheng Ling'er said through gritted teeth.

"This ......" Zheng Qi was stunned.

This is a request!

For him, it's not difficult!

can accompany Zheng Ling'er to mess around like this, in case the head of the family blames him, Zheng Ling'er is fine, he can't do it.

Although Zheng Qi is also a member of the Zheng family, he is a sideline, and he is not as good as Zheng Ling'er.

Fang Xuan's face was indifferent, he didn't bother to pay attention to Zheng Ling'er, who was trembling with anger at the moment, turned his face to look at the little servant, and asked with a smile: "I heard that as long as you buy something on the fourth floor of your Imperial Weapon Pavilion, you can go to the fifth floor, right?" ”

"If you return to the guest officer, yes, our Imperial Weapon Pavilion does have this rule!" The servant hurriedly replied.

The fifth floor of the Imperial Cabinet is an auction item.

The treasure inside, let alone in the Imperial Cabinet, even in the world, there is only one left.

Therefore, those who can go up to the fifth floor of the auction must be buyers with strong economic strength.

Ordinary people, just by paying the entrance fee of two hundred taels of silver, do not have the qualifications to go up to the fifth floor.

But Fang Xuan and Wang Zhenren are different.

Now, the two of them bought the Soul Spirit Grass on these four floors and spent 23,000 taels of silver, not to mention the identity background of the two of them, but at least, in terms of money and financial resources, they met the requirements of the Imperial Weapon Pavilion.

With such a big buyer, the Imperial Pavilion will naturally not be offended.

Fang Xuan pondered for a while, he took 30,000 taels of silver out of the house, bought a fire gold beast, and spent 500 taels, originally the soul spirit grass could be bought for 18,000 taels, but now that Zheng Ling'er was so troubled, he spent an extra few thousand taels of unjust money, and calculated that he had 6,500 taels of silver left in his pocket.

This money is already a huge amount of money for ordinary people.

But in the Imperial Weapon Pavilion, I'm afraid it's not enough to even buy a high-grade magic weapon.

But I can't afford it, but I don't have to spend money, right?

What's more, for a place like the Imperial Weapon Pavilion, Fang Xuan was the first time to come here, so he couldn't miss it.

Thinking of this, Fang Xuan smiled and said to the servant, "Okay, let's go up to the fifth floor and take a look!" ”

"Howler!"

The servant's eyes lit up suddenly.

A wealthy person like Fang Xuan, if he went up to the fifth floor, it was very likely that he would spend more money to buy other things, so that the servant who was in charge of receiving him could also get more commissions.

If he knew that there were only six thousand five hundred taels left in Fang Xuan's pocket, it was estimated that the little servant would not be so excited.

Wang Zhenren on the side grinned, and immediately understood Fang Xuan's thoughts.

The two of them didn't look at Zheng Ling'er and Zheng Qi, followed behind the little servant, and walked towards the fifth floor.

"Senior sister!" Zheng Qi shouted.

Zheng Ling'er snorted coldly and said, "Let's go, we are going out this time, we are looking for treasures, in this case, let's go up to the fifth floor to have a look...... Follow them, today, I want to see what these two guys can do! ”

There are no treasures on the fifth floor, but there is no inventory.

What's more, if it is really a treasure, Zheng Ling'er will buy it in anger, at least go back, and Zheng Tianlong will not blame him.

The Zheng family is wealthy, and every two or three months, they will come to the Imperial Weapon Pavilion to hunt for treasures.

In the crowd, Tang Jiuyang's eyebrows narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Although Zheng Ling'er is a little arrogant, she is a member of the Zheng family after all, and now she has lost face in front of the public, and when it spreads, people will only say that the Zheng family is not.

As a member of the Zheng family, Tang Jiuyang this time, Fang Xuan and Wang Zhenren had a trace of bad intentions. 17