Eight hundred taels! The price of Huangshan Tiandu is eight hundred taels, and there is no higher price, I think this "dusty" level gossip must not only be tempted by Tiandu faction!" A man in his forties shouted vigorously in the middle of the dance floor of the tavern.

Although this tavern is not large, only two floors above and below, but there is no gap in it. The dance floor in the center is even more crowded with people on all sides.

Suddenly, a woman in yellow on the far left of the second floor waved the sign in her hand.

The man on the dance floor cleared his throat: "Pingle Palace is a thousand taels, a whole hundred taels more at once, it seems that Pingle Palace is bound to win this time, is there a higher price?"

"Abandon the Sword Gate, one thousand one hundred taels!" shouted a man with four or five long swords on his back to the east of the second floor.

The auctioneer in the audience was a little displeased: Didn't Zhang Daxia hand over the name post, I naturally recognize it, you just write the price and shake the cards, and the work of shouting the price will not be tiring.

The man with the sword on his back chuckled twice: "What I don't like the most is the rules, you just have to help them shout the price, I will give up the price of the sword gate, and I will come by myself!"

The auctioneer knew that this person had always been unruly in the rules of the rivers and lakes, and it was rare to have the power to waste his lips and tongue, so he went with him.

On the first floor, a little far from the dance floor, a young man in white stood in his early twenties, looking around with a look of surprise. The older woman next to her turned her face sideways: "Look at the way you haven't seen the world, can you pretend to be the head of a famous family?"

"It's the first time I've come to such a lively place, and I'm about to suffocate to death when I pretend to practice at home every day, but I've pretended to be enough. It's good to pretend that you're pretending. Hey!" the young man in white retorted with a grin.

The woman next to her taught a lesson: "Pretend to be big! Since you don't like it, tell your father, every day at home pondering the trick of indiscriminately filling the number, it is clearly to blame!"

The young man in white just grimaced and deliberately diverted the topic: "Sister, how can you say that this gossip gate's intelligence auction can attract so many people! However, there are only a few people under the audience who shout prices, and those who don't shout are all here to join in the fun?"

The woman next to her smiled: "You are the one who joins in the fun!" The gossip information of this gossip door auction has always been well documented, as the saying goes, the prophet is three days, and the wealth is ten years, which is also the marketing concept of the gossip door. ”

"Poof" The young man in white couldn't help laughing: "Three days of prophethood, ten years of wealth! Isn't that the same as what the old fortune teller on Yong'an Street said?"

When the woman heard the young man say this, she couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed uncontrollably, and the sister and brother laughed louder and louder, not wanting the sound to drown out the crowd. Everyone suddenly fell silent, and their eyes were projected. The two of them immediately noticed that the elder sister pinched her younger brother's shoulder with a flushed face: "It's all your fault!

The auctioneer on the stage had a better view and had already seen the two of them. There was a lot of dissatisfaction on his face: "I don't know what's funny about the two of you, could it be that this offer of one thousand and one hundred taels made the two laugh?"

The two siblings were so embarrassed that they didn't know how to answer. "One thousand five hundred taels" only heard one person on the second floor shout.

Everyone exclaimed, looking for a voice to argue together, where to care about the two sisters and brothers. I saw that in the middle of the second floor, a sixty-year-old man was shaking a sign, but his eyes were on the two sisters and brothers, smiling.

The two sisters and brothers were also wondering who saved the scene, the three of them looked at each other, and the two sisters and brothers suddenly looked back at each other dumbfounded, and said in a low voice: "Big housekeeper!"

The young man in white: "Didn't Dad say that he wouldn't participate in this Bagua Gate auction?" Before the woman could answer, she heard the auctioneer shout with a little excitement: "Huiyao City, the Huiyao family bid for 1,500 taels!" I believe this is the most exciting auction in the past five years, and it will definitely be worth the money, and it will be worth the money!" Everyone in the tavern was already excited by the price shouted by the auction, and they began to talk about it.

The whole tavern was in a disturbance for a moment, and the auctioneer's shouts were almost inaudible. The woman in yellow who had been paid a high price of 1,000 taels on the second floor fell straight on the sixty-year-old man, and the old man naturally knew where to shoot a sharp gaze, but pretended to turn a deaf ear. The two seem to be in a game, each secretly weighing their opponents.

"What is the information gossip related to? Can so many famous families ask for it at any cost?" the young man in white muttered to himself with confusion and curiosity. I only heard a calm voice behind me: "Liuhou... Family!" the man deliberately said the first two words separately from the last two words.

The young man in white immediately turned around and saw a man with a neat face, generous facial features, a handful of goatee, his eyes staring at the dance floor very sharply, and a blue robe seemed to be a fine brocade, which was very luxurious.

The young man in white returned the salute with his fists and said with a smile: "Thank you seniors for your teaching, but I still want to bother me again, just now the seniors deliberately separated the Liuhou from the family, this Liuhou... Wait, that must be someone, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald head suddenly poked out from behind the blue-robed man: "Liuhou is Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang knows!

The young man in white said "oh", as if he suddenly realized, and then his face was red and his ears were red, ashamed that he had read a book, and he only knew Zhang Liang and his person, and he didn't know that his title was Liuhou.

The blue-robed man seemed to be deliberately relieving the embarrassment of the young man, and laughed heartily: Hahaha! ”

When the young man in white heard this person speak, his heart was much more comfortable, and he couldn't help but ask again, "Isn't Zhang Liang a strategist in the Western Han Dynasty hundreds of years ago, during the change of dynasties, things are not people, what secrets can there be today that attract many famous factions to want to take a peek?"

The blue-robed man smiled slightly: "Then it depends on whether your Radiant Family can win this" dusty gossip. ”

When the young man in white heard this, he was shocked and strange: "I don't know this person, how did he know his identity, could it be that the demeanor and whispers of the moment he and his sister recognized the old man upstairs as the big butler just now were captured by him? The young man understood, smiled and nodded, and did not ask any more questions, but turned around.

The auction seems to be in a white-hot stage, and no one wants to leave, on the contrary, many people in different costumes have been squeezed in from the outside. The crowd around the dance floor was so crowded that they had to sit down on the sidelines. The auctioneer just glanced at it obliquely, ignoring it, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, and repeating vigorously: "Is there a higher price?"

After about a cup of tea, the auctioneer saw that although the hall was still very noisy, there was no one bidding for the dragon, so he looked up and looked at a gray-robed man on the right hand side of the second floor. The gray-robed man nodded slightly, and the auctioneer understood, turned around and picked up a small golden hammer on the desk behind him, holding his right hand in his hand, and "coughed" heavily. The whole tavern fell silent like a baby crowing.

"Dusty gossip, the final bid, the Radiant Family is one thousand five hundred and two times!" The auctioneer paused deliberately: "One thousand five hundred and two times." Seeing that the hall was still silent, the only trace of expectation on the auctioneer's face was gone: "One thousand..."

"Two thousand taels!" a resolute and youthful voice rang out.

Almost at the same time, everyone shouted "huh" and turned their eyes not far from the front of the stage. I saw a man wrapped in a black robe, wearing a hat, and a blue square scarf tightly encircling his neck and half of his face. Everyone looked up and down, and the neighbors came up to look left and right carefully, but the man closed his eyes and ignored him.

The auctioneer on the stage also rubbed his head for a while, but this person covered half of his face, and it was difficult to distinguish his true face. The auctioneer asked suspiciously, "Two thousand taels is serious!?"

The man in black narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Now the auctioneer was even more strange and suspicious: "This time, the people sent by various famous families to bid are all regular customers, not to mention that they know nine out of ten, when I first heard this person's voice, I felt that it should be a young man in his early twenties, and he has also looked carefully at the half of his face, and he is indeed not very old." The auctioneer frowned, so he used the clue of the young junior to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in his mind, but after looking for a long time, he had no clue, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Is it easy to look at, no, but the voice can't be changed! Is it really a past visitor? It's really strange."

I couldn't help but think about it, the auctioneer's face suddenly changed, and he shouted with a smile: "This uncle doesn't know which wealthy faction he came from, and he bid two thousand taels!

"Two thousand five hundred taels!" I only heard a person on the second floor shouting, it was the chief butler of the Radiant Family, who was bound to look at the man in black, but saw that the man in black was still with his eyes closed. The audience in the museum almost jumped.

Without waiting for the auctioneer to make a bid, the man in black then shouted, "Two thousand taels!"

When the auctioneer heard this, he wondered if the man in black didn't know the rules, so he took two steps forward and explained to the man in black: "Uncle, there are two thousand five hundred taels upstairs!

The man in black smiled slightly: "Of course I know! I'm talking about gold!"

When the auctioneer heard this, he thought he was hallucinating, so he raised his right hand and gave himself a mouth, only to hear the auctioneer's "ouch", and then lowered his body with a smile and looked at the man in black: "Gold, but the uncle wants to bid two thousand taels of gold?" This question made everyone in the hall hold their breath, for fear of missing the next answer of the man in black. Several of the spokespersons of the wealthy families who have made bids on the stage have different looks on their faces, some are surprised, some are contemplative, some are expectant, and some are helpless. Only the chief butler of the Radiant Family touched his beard expressionlessly and turned his back, as if he didn't want to listen anymore.

"That's right! two thousand taels of gold!" the man in black still squinted.

The auctioneer suddenly moved his gaze to the right side of the second floor, met the eyes of the gray-robed man upstairs for a moment, turned around and frowned at the man in black: "Two thousand taels of gold, it's not trivial, can you take off your scarf and let everyone see the truth!"

The man in black smiled faintly: "No need! I have already brought two thousand taels of gold, and the carriage outside the door is waiting, please send someone to count it immediately!" After speaking, he turned around and walked out the door.

When the auctioneer heard this, he clapped his hands three times in disbelief: "Inspect the goods!" I saw that seven or eight gossip men from the backstage followed the auctioneer and trotted out of the door.

Where are the people in the hall still idle, they are scrambling to squeeze out the door.