Chapter 125: Please, Sell Me the Mask!
"Let's goβ"
Behind him, there was a sudden sound of urns, and then, a tall figure walked past Su Zhiqiu and bumped into her.
With a stumbling footstep, Su Zhiqiu quickly stabilized his figure, frowning at the woman who walked into the auction.
When he saw her enter, he also walked in with his feet raised.
As soon as you enter the auction, there is a hole in the sky. Originally, the faΓ§ade was quite small, but when I got inside, I was surprised to find that the space inside was very vast, and there were many people of all kinds walking around.
"Hello, how can I participate in the auction?" As soon as Su Zhiqiu entered the door and walked for a while, he grabbed a woman who seemed to be good.
The woman stopped and looked at her in surprise, as if surprised that she would suddenly stop herself.
The next second, she narrowed her narrow eyes and laughed: "Participate in the auction? Simple, but ...... What treasure do you not have? β
Tsk, this person actually dared to stop her in person, what a cute ...... Newcomer.
On the other side, the sunset outside has come out.
Bai Li Ye cleaned up the stall, shook off Sister Qing'er and went home, and a moment later, a man wearing a wide white robe, a big hood, and a golden mask on his face walked out of his house.
Under the hood, the cold eyes shine through the mask, like a sharp blade that can pierce people, cold and indifferent.
β¦β¦
"You're going to sell this medicine?"
In the auction, in a certain room, a woman of the administrator type looked at the dozen bottles and cans on the table, and looked at the woman in front of her with some suspicion: "This thing...... Can you do it? β
"Naturally," Su Zhiqiu nodded at her, "Do you have any injured people?" Old year scars are also OK. β
"I'll do it!" Cheng Jing, who sat beside her and brought her over to find the auction administrator, squinted and smiled, and then lazily lay on the table and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a strong, wheat-colored arm.
On the arm, there is a rather terrifying scar, about five centimeters.
Cuts?
Seeing that scar, Su Zhiqiu was stunned, and a little vigilance appeared in his heart.
This woman is unknown, and although she helped her, she may not be a thoughtful person.
"Okay, thank you." Su Zhiqiu apologized to her, then took out the bottle, sprinkled some powder on her arm, and gently rubbed it with her index finger, and after a while, she let go.
"Huhββ?"
Seeing that the scar on his hand disappeared as Su Zhiqiu let go, Cheng Jing suddenly let out a surprised voice and raised his eyes to look at Su Zhiqiu: "This sister, you are a god of medicine!" Can you grow new meat?! β
She looked curiously at the vanishing scars on her arms, the skin that had regrown was fair and out of place with the surrounding wheat color, but it had really erased all the scars she had been scarring for years.
A glimmer of light flashed in the steward's eyes, Su Zhiqiu's medicine looked unremarkable, but if it was to be auctioned......
There are also people who are mostly on the tip of the knife in the black market, and this medicine is also rare.
"This sister, what do you call it?" The steward felt a little respectful and bowed to Su Zhiqiu.
Su Zhiqiu said: "The surname is Su." β
The steward nodded: "Okay, Master Su, you sit down first, and I'll go through the formalities later,"
After speaking, the steward turned and walked out, and when he came back again, he had a piece of paper in his hand, about a modern contract or something, and a silver mask.
Cheng Jing, who was sitting next to Su Zhiqiu, looked at this mask, the lazy look in his eyes suddenly dissipated, and he stood up in shock: "Silver mask? Steward, you didn't take it wrong?! β
Her reaction was great, and Su Zhiqiu looked at the two of them in surprise, without saying a word, waiting for the manager's explanation.
The steward glanced at Cheng Jing lightly, then looked at Su Zhiqiu and said: "Here, people are divided into four levels, ordinary people wear wooden masks, low-grade copper masks, medium-grade silver masks, high-grade gold masks, and the supreme level is a black gold mask.
Your medicine can regenerate new meat in a short period of time, it is a high-grade medicine, and the quantity is enough, we have calculated the results of the money, and you can directly upgrade to the silver seller of our Wolong auction. β
Su Zhiqiu listened to her interruption, and after a brief explanation, she probably understood, what she meant was that her medicine was not bad, and she was directly upgraded to a silver-faced member.
This auction is quite modern and commercial.
Su Zhiqiu thought silently in his heart.
After signing the contract, the steward put down his mask, turned around and left with more than a dozen bottles of medicine, and did not forget to ask someone to bring Su Zhiqiu a table of snacks before leaving, which is probably the benefit of members.
Cheng Jing looked at the departing steward, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and she was silent on the surface.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Su Zhiqiu still standing, and she smiled: "Sister Su, sit down first, this auction will still have an hour to start!" Don't be nervous. β
"Okay, thank you," Su Zhiqiu smiled politely at her. As for the tension or something, it doesn't exist anymore.
Reaching out to take the mask on the table, Su Zhiqiu put it on his face.
This mask is different from the same one, it has a hidden button inside, and it is cleverly designed, so that it can be hung firmly on the face without fear of falling off.
"Sister Su, do you sell this mask?" Cheng Jing's voice suddenly came from his ears, and Su Zhiqiu just buttoned his inner hand for a moment, and then turned his eyes to look at the people around him.
Cheng Jing propped her head with one hand, looking at Su Zhiqiu with a smile, her narrow eyes shining brightly.
"Not for sale," Su Zhiqiu retracted his gaze again, quietly waiting for the auction to start.
Cheng Jing, a woman, has a fine light in her eyes from time to time, and she is a person who has changed her defense.
ββ¦β¦ Please! This lord! Please, sell me the mask! β
"Please, sir! Please! β
Su Zhiqiu was thinking about things, and suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Immediately, she got up with a little curiosity in her heart, looked downstairs, and saw many people gathered in the middle of the hall, as if they were surrounding something.
In the hall, a group of people with wooden or copper masks formed a circle, and in the circle, a man in a white robe stood there, with a large hood, and his face could not be seen clearly, and he could be faintly seen wearing a golden mask on his face.
Beneath him, a woman lay out, crying and hugging his thighs, screaming for the Golden Mask to be sold to her.
Su Zhiqiu saw this scene from upstairs, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes under the silver mask.
The man downstairs seemed to be pestered, and there was no one to help him...... Is she going to help?
However, before Su Zhiqiu could think about it, he saw the man in white downstairs suddenly raise one leg, with great force, and suddenly stepped on the woman's face, distorting her facial features a little.
His thin lips twitched and he spat out a single word: "Get out!" β
A low, hoarse voice came from his mouth, cold and impatient.
"Good!"
"This adult is really simple!"
It should be rare to have such a domineering man, and he is also wearing a high-level mask, and suddenly, the people around him applauded and applauded.