Whether the words are good or not, and what is the deep meaning, in Su Mu's opinion, those are all false, and it matters to sell spirit stones!

Now there is only one Confucian Saint Mobao circulating in the world, and it is still in the palace, so there is no need to say much about the value of this calligraphy and painting in his hand.

Since this Mr. Wang is the chief treasure connoisseur, he must have the qualifications to set the price, so Su Mu asked him directly.

"The value of this calligraphy and painting is really hard to judge, and the true work of the master is not an exaggeration to say that it is priceless."

"But after all, there are too few in the world to have enough references, so the price is ...... What do you think?"

Mr. Wang was a little difficult when he heard this, in terms of pricing, if it is high, it is not conducive to the interests of Wanbao Pavilion, and if it is low, it does not respect Confucianism enough.

So he wanted to hear about Su Mu's price intentions.

Su Mu was waiting for his words, and when he heard this, he directly opened his mouth: "Just come according to the price of the Confucian Saint Ink Treasure in the auction, 10,000 high-grade spirit stones!"

"Just convert all of you into top-grade spirit stones for me, the Confucian Sage's ink treasure shouldn't even be able to reach the price of 10,000 top-grade spirit stones, right?"

Mr. Wang just wanted to say that the price was too expensive, but he was choked back by Su Mu's later sentence.

If he said that, wouldn't it be disrespectful to the Confucian saints? He is a disciple of Confucianism!

"Then 10,000 high-grade spirit stones."

After hesitating for a while, Mr. Wang finally accepted the price proposed by Su Mu.

Although the auction price cannot be used as a standard price for the same item, it can only be like this now, and if Wanbao Pavilion does not accept this price, he will make up the majority himself.

Think of it as a student expressing respect for the Master.

Soon the contract was formulated by Wanbao Pavilion, and after the two sides signed it, the money and goods were paid, and Su Mu successfully got a bag full of a hundred top-grade spirit stones.

After briefly counting the number of top-grade spirit stones in the storage bag, Su Mu almost wanted to cry out excitedly.

"It's faster to sell paintings than to grab money!"

A pair of ink treasures is a hundred top-grade spirit stones, and there is a room full of Confucian saints' study, not to mention hundreds of them, and those are all money!

Su Mu's gaze looked straight at Mr. Wang through the mask, as if he was looking at a fat big fat sheep.

Mr. Wang was a little hairy by his eyes, took a step back, and said vigilantly, "This guest, is there anything else?"

He always felt that the other party's gaze was very unkind.

"It's okay, happy trading, I'm satisfied, that calligraphy and painting is yours, I will come often in the future."

Su Mu laughed and strode away.

Only Mr. Wang and Huang Lao were left looking at each other in place, not understanding what Su Mu meant just now.

Often?

……

Su Mu left Wanbao Pavilion and hurried home.

He had to quickly pack up all the other calligraphy and paintings, wait for two days to go again, and sell some spirit stones.

The total number of top-grade spirit stones in the mansion did not exceed five hundred, and he had consumed about half of them during this time, and there was not much left.

Now I have earned a hundred top-grade spirit stones by selling a pair of calligraphy and paintings, isn't this easier than robbing money?

Su Mu really experienced the happiness of white prostitution.

As soon as he came to the gate of the palace here, Su Mu saw a two-wheeled familiar vehicle parked at the door.

"Bicycles?"

Su Mu recognized it at once, wasn't the two-wheeled car parked at the gate of the palace a bicycle? And it's the same as the one on the design drawings he gave Zhuge Bin.

But it's only been a day, and Zhuge Bin actually created it?

"Why is this efficiency so fast, it seems that I underestimated Abin, I have a hand."

Su Mu was amazed in his heart.

At this time, many servants at the gate of the palace were watching this novel bicycle, and Zhao Ming was also among them.

He was stunned for a moment after seeing Su Mu, and said suspiciously, "Childe, why are you dressed like this?"

Su Mu had just come back from Suzaku Street, he hadn't changed his clothes, and he still had a mask on his chest, which looked weird.

"I went out and earned some extra money."

Su Mu patted the money bag on his waist, then looked at the bicycle and asked, "Is this Abin, he's here?" Where is he now?"

When he saw the bicycle, he could conclude that Zhuge Bin was coming, and it just so happened that he also wanted to see it.

Zhao Ming didn't bother with Su Mu's dress, and replied, "He is now in the mansion, and he is waiting in the courtyard for you to come back, saying that he has something important to say."

"Got it."

Su Mu nodded, walked into the Demon King Mansion, and first went to replace the top-grade spirit stones for the Spirit Gathering Array, and then returned to his courtyard.

Zhuge Bin was in the yard, but now he was with the red-haired bird, and he didn't know what he was doing.

「…… Let me tell you, you don't know, Su Mu is so terrible when he inhales spiritual energy, he can scare a bird to death! What do you say isn't a pervert?"

"Master Bird, I'm his father's brother, this guy doesn't miss the old love at all, he values color and light friends, and taught a yellow-haired girl supernatural powers!"

"Poor bird, I see that the weather is cold, and I want to make him a feather coat with bird feathers, you see that my butt hair is bald."

"I'm so sincere, and it's a shame that it still treats me like this."

The red-haired bird was heartbroken, and complained to Zhuge Bin about how Su Mu usually treated it, which was so sad that the listeners were sad, and the listeners shed tears, which made people cry.

After hearing this, Zhuge Bin couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for the red-haired bird, and said, "I'll help you persuade Brother Mu when I go back, so that he can be kind to you."

Upon hearing this, the red-haired bird shook his head and said sternly, "You don't have to, I'm just doing this because I want to do it, not for anything."

"Don't say that you want Su Mu to give me the Soul Condensing Grass, and you don't say that you should let him teach me the Kunpeng Method, Master Bird, I'm not such a bird!"

"Do good deeds without expecting anything in return! This is the style of the bird! I'm not with bribes!"

It was brainwashing Zhuge Bin when a voice suddenly came from behind it: "Okay, I know, I will listen to you in this matter."

The big red-haired bird stiffened and turned to look.

When it saw Su Mu behind it, it immediately laughed dryly: "What, I'm not kidding children, Master Mu, don't take it to heart......

"Crawl."

"Okay, Lord!"

The red-haired bird responded neatly, and then flew directly to the nest and pretended to be dead.

Su Mu looked at Zhuge Bin and said with a smile: "The craftsmanship is good, and the bicycle was built so quickly."

"Sure enough, Bin, who didn't have a good score, was exceptionally talented in other areas."

was praised by Su Mu, but Zhuge Bin was not happy, but sighed and said, "I didn't make it, my father made it last night."

"But it's not that, it's ...... Brother Mu, I'm afraid you're going to be targeted by my sister."

Zhuge Bin looked at Su Mu seriously and said.

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