Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Opening
The two of them squeezed all the way back to the temporary station of the Zhou family, and everyone was still settling down, and they were busy, but no one noticed the two of them, which also made the two happy, and hurriedly got into the house.
"It's really cool today!" Zhou Shang's eyebrows were about to rise to the sky, "Seeing Mu Chuande's deflated appearance, I feel like I can live for twenty more years!"
"Come on, don't forget that I have a share of the credit. On your own, it is not easy to defeat Mu Chuande. Xue Yi packed up the things he bought, and said without raising his head, "For the sake of my meritorious service, what is the point of spending your 20,000 gold coins?"
"Don't underestimate me, if you really want to do it, I may not have him. Zhou Shang snorted, but the confidence in his tone was obviously not very sufficient, and then he suddenly remembered something, "Hey! Those 20,000 gold coins can't just be counted like that! I'm not a rich man! Today, I spent 10,000 yuan to humiliate Mu Chuande in order to buy that broken silk brocade! Now my savings have shrunk by half, what should I do if you don't pay me back?"
Looking at Zhou Shang's crying face, Xue Yi smiled without saying a word, paused, and said, "By the way, I almost forgot if you didn't mention the silk brocade." Then Mu Chuande treated it as if it was a treasure, and repeatedly backed down and wanted you to return it to him, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary thing, take it out for research?"
Zhou Shang pursed his lips when he heard this, the storage ring on his finger flashed, and the silk brocade appeared on the table: "When I first got it, I took a cursory look twice, and there were some messy lines drawn on it, and I couldn't understand anything." β
Xue Yi picked up the silk brocade and looked at it carefully. The brocade was originally white, but it was slightly yellowed due to long-term storage. The brocade is still relatively complete as a whole, but there is a small break in the lower left corner, but it does not affect the reading of the content on it. Turning to the front, it is indeed as Zhou Shang said, drawing many lines, long or short, curved or straight. At first glance, it looks like the freehand graffiti of an unconventional painter, or the stick figure of a three-year-old child.
"What is this?" Seeing Xue Yi lighting an oil lamp and sitting at the table to look at it carefully, Zhou Shang also came over and asked curiously.
"It's not like words, it's like runes or pictures. Xue Yi couldn't see a clue for a while, and said with a slight frown. He had also seen the Yanshi scripts, which he couldn't read either, but they were very different from them. At the very least, the text should be sequential and independent of each other, not scattered like the things on it.
"I don't think it's like words, either. Zhou Shang touched his chin and thought for a moment, "Do you think it will be a map?"
"Map?" Xue Yi was stunned, and then looked at the brocade again. After Zhou Shang's reminder, Xue Yi did find that it had the possibility of a map.
"But this painting is so rough and simple, how can you see the reason?" Xue Yi was also puzzled.
"We can think of it this way. Since Mu Chuande regarded it as a treasure, he must have discovered something. We can think from his point of view, why can he find out the clues?" Zhou Shang wrapped his arms around and analyzed while pacing in the room.
Suddenly, the two of them thought of something, glanced at each other, and Zhou Shang spoke: "He must have seen drawings like this!"
Xue Yi's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop: "It really makes sense to think like this." But even so, we still can't decipher the information on it. Alas, what a distress. We snatched it from Mu Chuande, but we couldn't crack it, and Mu Chuande must have seen it, but he couldn't have told us. It's really a dead knot. β
Zhou Shang nodded approvingly: "Yes, this is really helpless." However, even if we can't crack it in the end, it is much better than putting it in Mu Chuande's hands, and this 10,000 gold coins is not a waste of money. Let it be put aside for now, and when this is the case, I will show it to my father or my mother, who are so well-informed that they may recognize what it contains. β
"That's all there is to it. Xue Yi nodded.
Two days flew by. In the past two days, the flow of people in Qingyang City has truly refreshed the historical maximum, and people from all over the world have frantically poured into this ancient city. All the inns were full, even the most luxurious and expensive Shangxian Yuan in the journey, the rooms in it were all snatched up, and countless people came from far and wide for the Qingyang auction, and finally Qingyang City had to limit the number of people entering the city and dispatch the city defense army to maintain order.
And the organizer of the Qingyang auction has also spared no effort in publicity. In the past few days, many mysterious auction items have been revealed intentionally or unintentionally by the purchaser, and each one will cause an uproar. For example, there will be high-level warships, high-level combat skills, elixirs with special effects, and some strange treasures that have only been known for their names in the past, will appear at auction. It can also be seen from these auctions that the gold content of this auction is also the highest in recent years.
From Zhou Shang's mouth, Xue Yi also learned that the organizer of the Qingyang auction was actually not the four major families, but a larger organization, the Tang family. This family is extremely famous, and it can be regarded as a household name in the entire Tianluo Realm. This family's clan is in the capital Tianluo City, but instead of taking cultivation as the foundation of the family, they chose to do business, and they are an out-and-out business family. Tang Shiqiang. 's industries are all over the Tianluo Realm, and even the Heavenly Dragon Realm and the Heavenly Cold Realm that are on the verge of it are affected by it. In Qingyang City, there is actually a branch of the Tang family, that is, a trading house called Guangyu Pavilion. On weekdays, this Guangyu Pavilion also does some business of selling and buying all kinds of goods, and at this time of year, with the support of the headquarters of Tianluo City, Guangyu Pavilion will open the Qingyang auction. One is to do a big business, and the other is to enhance their own popularity.
Of course, the four major families also have a cooperative relationship with the Tang family of this Guangyu Pavilion. The four families provide security support, and Guangyu Pavilion also sells a lot of goods for it, and the two are a win-win relationship.
However, although the Tang family is a business family, it would be a big mistake to underestimate its strength because of this. Due to the accumulation of a large amount of wealth and various resources, the Tang family has attracted a large number of strong people. They are willing to live in the Tang family, and while enjoying the various resources provided to them by the Tang family, they constitute an indispensable hard power in the Tang family.
When the two days had passed, and the morning sun of the third day projected the first rays of morning light on Qingyang City, the city that had been accumulated for many days finally boiled.
In the quiet quiet room, a faint fragrance quietly fills the air. The young woman leaned lazily on a velvet white chair, delicately mixing a lilac spice. Inside, the dΓ©cor is extravagant: the floors are covered with golden silk nan, the walls are carved in agarwood, the opal is inlaid on the gold-rimmed amber glazed cloud pine door, and the night pearl sits on a four-legged bronze dome in sun relief. The soft carpet woven with silk is dyed sky blue, and the huge ornate crystal chandeliers are dazzling. However, the owner did not light the crystal lamp, but lit a red-tailed glass cup on the brown frosted glass table. A ray of sunlight opened a corner of the magenta satin mopping curtain, reflecting obliquely in the corner, outlining the beautiful figure of the woman wearing a blue and white cheongsam on a white background.
"Squeak-" The door was gently pushed open, and an old man in a black cloak walked in quickly, stood respectfully in front of the woman, and said slowly: "Miss, the auction is about to start, please leave for Ziwei Hall now." β
"Hmm. The woman replied softly, elegantly put down the pastel porcelain incense box in her hand, and stood up, "Are you all ready?"
"Everything is in place. β
"Okay, let's go to the crape myrtle hall. The woman picked up a peacock feather robe and draped it over her body, and walked towards the door.
"Miss. The black-robed old man suddenly screamed.
"What's the matter?" the woman didn't look back, but gently put the small diamond earrings on.
"This Qingyang auction, everyone in the family is staring at it. Miss must be careful. The old man hesitated for a moment and said.
"I don't need to be reminded that I already know. If they want to see the excitement, let them go. Since the Guangyu Pavilion of Qingyang City has been handed over to me, then they can't interfere in the affairs here. In this regard, please be more attentive to Mr. Huang. The woman's voice was unwavering, and she said in a cold voice.
"Do your best. The old man bowed.