The mansion of the eldest lord of the He family is very close to the military camp in the north, and He Zhengkun, who has opened the mansion independently, came to his father's mansion early and sat in the living room waiting for his father to finish tasting the tea in his hand.

When he just came in, he said hello to the third brother who was practicing boxing in the front yard, and this cultivator maniac could actually remember the "Shenwei Fist" that he had watched once.

"Zhengkun! I have already heard Jiayuan talk about the two things you did yesterday, and you have done a very good job! Now that you don't have the burden of Yanhai Printing Agency, you can travel lightly and help the second child prepare for the auction house. ”

He Sima's second sons, He Zhengfa and He Zhengkun, were not born to the same mother, and were mainly responsible for managing the Duobao trading market. Last month, I went to the capital, saw the prosperity of the capital and the variety of ways to make money, and came back and proposed to my father to set up a large auction house.

Of course, He Zhengkun knows his own auction house, and the difference between it and other auction houses is that it specializes in auctioning all kinds of rough stones that have not yet been solved. The He family, which owns a lot of minerals, has a natural advantage in running this kind of business.

The father let the second child run by himself, which is a reward for himself. Thinking of this, He Zhengkun hurriedly took out the two contracts in his cuffs and the book "Shenwei Fist", bowed his head and trotted over, and handed them to his father.

The third young master had just read the "Yanhai Di Newspaper" that the old slave had bought, and hurriedly rushed out of the outer courtyard. I saw that his face was not good, and I was worried that something would happen. I came to tell the master. ”

When He Zhengkun sat back in his seat and waited for his father's further instructions, the old housekeeper who was in charge of his father's daily life, holding a newspaper in his hand, entered the living room breathlessly.

Didn't the printing workers of the Yanhai Printing Office be given a vacation by themselves? This Liu Hong was actually able to print the newspaper on time?

He Zhengkun, who was suspicious in his heart, got up and took the newspaper in the old housekeeper's hand, and the number sandwiched in the newspaper was very attention-grabbing.

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Several inscription masters invited by Baicaotang completed the arrangement of the formation after dawn, and Xia Yuxian took Hong Lao to send them out.

Only Xia Yuxian alone in Baicaotang has a wildebeest, so naturally there is no way to send them all away. Therefore, President Lu of the Inscription Divisions Union sent a message to the union, standing on the side of the official road and waiting for the arrival of the union's carriage.

If Liu Neng was still in Baicaotang, Xia Yuxian might also ask him for a few Jiaojiaoma paper talismans and send a few inscription masters to return to the union as soon as possible. Now I can only chat with them until they get into the carriage and can't leave.

Several groups of people slowly became able to see their bodies clearly from the black spots on the official road, and then walked past them one by one with various expressions. The two black spots that appeared this time were a little familiar, and as they got closer and closer, Xia Yuxian saw his uncle and Liu Neng.

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In the security room of Baicaotang, what is wrong with Liu Hong's lottery wheel?

The three small rings on the wheel have different areas separated by different colors, for example, on the outermost ring of the inscription type, the two adjacent inscriptions are in two different areas, white and blue. And so on and so on, without repetition.

This time, after all three rings stopped rotating, the inscription type ring was exactly on the dividing line between the fixed and elastic shock lines, the inscription number ring was exactly on the dividing line between 30,000 and 50,000, and the inscription was on the dividing line between the arm and the waist.

"See how you gave me the inscription this time?"

"According to the rules of the stacked tie, the results of the draw are as follows. 40,000 sparkling marks, 20,000 on the arms and 20,000 on the waist, 40,000 sparkling marks, 20,000 on the arms and waist. The final interpretation of the rules belongs to the system and cannot be changed!"

The domineering rules of the system made Liu Hong's gloating expression freeze on his face. There are a total of 80,000 inscriptions, which is 8 times that of the last time, how much pain I have to endure! Should I immediately untie my belt and hang myself by hanging a beam?

At this time, Liu Neng's voice came from outside the door:

"Zhao Pu, there is a magic weapon in the bottom compartment of the paper talisman counter, why don't you sort it out? It is a giant-level magic weapon, with 10,000 seismic patterns and 10,000 shock-absorbing patterns. Worth 2,000,000 taels of gold. ”

"Brother Liu Neng, don't you scare me, a pair of broken shoes is worth more than 2 million taels of gold?"

Seismic pattern is a rare inscription that can make the volume of the magic weapon freely larger and smaller, and the seismic pattern is an inscription that strengthens the adsorption force. Hong Lao has been studying this magic weapon for decades, and he has not cracked the inscription method of the two inscriptions.

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The greatest sorrow in this world is that people die and the money has not been spent. Liu Hong, who decided to be a full ghost, shouted in the direction of the sales hall outside the door before he felt pain:

"Liu Neng! Send me 100,000 bottles of Juyuan Dan!"

Liu Hong's shout caused a brief silence in the entire sales hall.

The white-bearded old man sitting in the corner of the bench on the right hand side of the gate suddenly revealed a gap in his closed eyes when he heard the 100,000 bottles of Juyuan Dan. He heard despair in this shout.

"Is it Liu Hong's voice?" The young man, who had been silent on the right hand side of the white-bearded old man, suddenly asked his companion.

"It shouldn't be wrong! This Liu Hong always does things unexpectedly, yesterday he spent 20 taels of gold to acquire the Yanhai Printing Society, and today he will spend 1 million taels of gold to wrap up the Juyuan Dan of Baicaotang. Does he have money and nowhere to spend it? Or does he really not know how to do business?"

The young man who answered the call was Lin Ming, who had communicated with Liu Hong yesterday evening. It's a pity that the patriarch of the Lin family didn't accept Liu Hong's kindness, so he could only pull Shang Wanhe to participate in Liu Hong's paper talisman exhibition, and buy some paper talismans appropriately to apologize.

A middle-aged man who was standing and looking at the pictures and texts on the wall suddenly answered:

"This brother is so polite to say this, he is a madman. On my way here, I heard that today's "Yanhaidi Daily" actually charges 5 taels of gold a piece? Is anyone willing to spend this unjust money?"

There was a middle-aged man lying outside the pill counter who was weak, he was Wang Danshi who was depressed and couldn't vent his anger, and when he heard someone criticize Liu Hong, he rushed over as if he had found a savior:

"This big brother has gone up to my heart. 100,000 bottles of Juyuan Dan! Even if I don't rest for a year, I won't be able to refine so many pills! If his newspaper can be sold, I will write my surname upside down!"

Their conversation ignited the hall that had just been a little cold, and none of these guests who had come early had actually seen today's "Iwakaidi Newspaper". Their impression is still stuck in yesterday, so no one thinks that Liu Hong will succeed.

"Liu Gongzi, where are you my big boss? Our newspaper is selling well today! All 5,000 copies of the newspaper have been sold out in half an hour, do you think you want to print 20,000 more copies tomorrow?"

An unusually excited voice passed through everyone's hearts from outside the door. Seeing that this person was holding a large number of golden tickets in his hand when he came in, many people were speechless.