Chapter 2 of the Silver Ticket Scroll is 100,000 darts and silver

Cheng Mingdu was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed. The guests in the www.biquge.info courtyard of the pen "Fun" Pavilion also laughed. The young man still had a blank face, and stood there quietly. Cheng Mingdu laughed and said, "Young man, are you joking? In this area south of the Yangtze River, if I don't dare to catch the dart in the Golden Sword and Dart Bureau, no one else dares to take it." Just by what you just said, I took this dart! But the price of my golden knife dart game is not cheap, I don't know if you can afford it!"

The young man didn't say a word, reached out and took out a folded piece of paper from his bosom, and threw it away. The piece of paper flew out flat, as if there was a thin wire pulling it invisibly, and flew towards Cheng Mingdu. He showed this kung fu, which immediately surprised everyone. Many people can't help but secretly wonder that although this hand is not difficult, it is really not easy to do it so lightly. What is the origin of this young man, he is actually hidden deeply, how can no one have seen it?

Cheng Mingdu was also secretly surprised, he didn't expect that he actually looked away, and every time he saw the foundation of this young man. He even couldn't help but compare this person to himself in his heart. In a moment's thought, the piece of paper had already flown in front of him. Cheng Mingdu raised his hand to catch it, and his fingertips touched the paper, and suddenly his fingertips were hot, and he was actually shocked by the internal force attached to the paper. He put up his strength, and finally didn't show his embarrassment in front of others, but he was already a little uneasy in his heart.

He calmed his face and opened the piece of paper, which turned out to be Zhang Yin. However, when his eyes fell on the amount of the silver ticket, the whole person was already stunned. Cheng Mingdu read the silver ticket several times to confirm that the silver ticket was not a forgery.

The young man said: "Don't look at it, the silver ticket is from Wantong Bank, and it can be exchanged everywhere in the country." The 50,000 taels is a deposit, as long as you promise to take the dart, this silver ticket is yours. As long as you get your things safely to the place, there are another 50,000 taels to give!"

When everyone in the courtyard heard that the reward for this trip was actually 100,000 taels of silver, they couldn't help but exclaim. 100,000 taels is not a small amount, and in the ten years since the establishment of the Golden Sword and Dart Bureau, I am afraid that it has not earned as much as 100,000 taels. I didn't expect someone to give 100,000 taels for a dart, what kind of customer is it!

The expression on Cheng Mingdu's face kept changing, and countless thoughts popped up in his heart. These 100,000 taels of silver are really tempting, but what kind of dart will give 100,000 taels? A sense of unease rose in his heart. Cheng Mingdu's only son, Cheng Han, was young and frivolous, and when he heard that there were 100,000 taels of silver, he immediately slapped the table and shouted: "Okay! There is no dart in the world that we can't walk in the golden sword and dart game! 100,000 taels of silver, don't you talk and don't count! Take out what you want to hold and take a look!"

The young man glanced at Cheng Han, snorted in his nose, didn't pay attention, and still looked at Cheng Mingdu. Cheng Mingdu also felt that Cheng Han was arrogant, and couldn't help but shout angrily: "Shut up!

Cheng Han was not convinced, walked to his father's side, lowered his voice and said, "Father, this is 100,000 taels!"

Cheng Mingdu snorted heavily and scolded angrily: "Do you only have silver in your eyes!"

Cheng Han was scolded again, and it was not easy to reply, so he snorted, his face full of disapproval. Cheng Mingdu asked the young man, "I don't know what you want to entrust?" It can be worth 100,000 taels of silver. ”

The young man said: "Whether it's worth so much silver or not, you don't care." You just have to deliver the stuff!"

Cheng Mingdu thought about it, and everyone looked at him, not knowing how he was going to decide. Cheng Mingdu felt the fiery gaze of everyone, and thought: "If you don't dare to take this dart today, the signboard of the Golden Knife Dart Game will be smashed in the future." But with such a high dart silver, I'm afraid it's in vain!" He thought for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and said, "Okay! I'll take this dart! Please escort the baby over on a certain day!"

The young man said, "No, it's today!" After speaking, he reached out and took out a small wooden box from his arms, about a foot square, and said, "The dart I want to hold is the contents of this box!" The box spun rapidly, and flew towards Cheng Mingdu smoothly and steadily.

Cheng Mingdu had the first lesson, especially this time, the strength of the box seemed to be much greater. He didn't dare to hold it up, and involuntarily took two steps back. Cheng Han saw it on the side, thinking that it was a good opportunity to be in the limelight, and shouted: "I'm coming!"

Cheng Mingdu was taken aback, and it was too late to stop him. Cheng Han pressed on the box with one hand, thinking that this time he would definitely teach the box to stop. Who knew that as soon as the palm of the hand was hot, a piece of the oily skin on the palm had been ground off, and it was hot and painful. The box was castrated unabated, hitting Cheng Han's shoulder. Cheng Han was almost unsteady on his feet, and he tilted to the side. And the box is still running towards Cheng Mingdu.

Cheng Mingdu had nowhere to retreat, so he took out his palms together and clamped it up and down the box. The strength on the box weakened through the process, and there was not much left, and Cheng Mingdu took it easily, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He held the box, and it didn't feel like it was weighty, and the box was not an antique treasure. The box is antique, and the carvings are exquisite, but unfortunately it is not a famous product. Cheng Mingdu couldn't help but wonder what was in this box.

He couldn't help but reach out and grab the lid of the box, and he was about to open it. The people next to him also stretched their necks, wanting to see what kind of treasure it was. However, the young man suddenly said: "Hey, Master Cheng, I'm afraid you won't be able to open this box!

Cheng Mingdu woke up, hurriedly pressed the lid of the box tightly, and said in his mouth: "Yes, yes, I was careless! I don't know where you want to send this box?"

The young man turned around and jumped, the person had already reached the top of the gate, turned around and said: "The Xiao family's mansion in Wuyi Lane, Jinling!" As soon as the voice fell, the person was gone, and he heard another voice from afar: "Delivered within ten days!" Otherwise, ...... was gone. However, although these last words were not heard, everyone heard the threat.

Cheng Mingdu's heart sank, he was not afraid of the threat of this young man. Although the opponent's martial arts are better than his own, the Golden Sword and Dart Game has stood for ten years, and he also has the ability to stand up. What disturbed him was that this time the dart was strangely held. Not only is the remuneration too high, but the things entrusted to me don't seem to be valuable. And the place where it was sent, what the Xiao family's mansion was, I had never heard of. Cheng Mingdu often goes to Jinling, but he has never been to Wuyi Lane, so he doesn't know that there is a family surnamed Xiao!

Cheng Hanxi said: "Send it to Jinling?! It's so close! This green forest in the south of the Yangtze River, who doesn't sell us face." It's too easy to earn this money!Father, let the child go this time!"

Cheng Mingdu shouted angrily: "Nonsense! useless things! Just you are so empty-eyed, whoever I let take this dart will not let you go!" After speaking, his face was cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The people next to him could only hear a slight muttering to themselves: "Ten days, ten days ......" (to be continued.) )