"Is there a private room?" Wen Jin asked Feng Yuan.
Fengyuan curled up his lips and said, "Generally, no."
Wen Jin looked at him, "Where's Class 2?"
"I am a distinguished guest. If you come with me, you can have it naturally." Feng Yuan raised his chin, looking quite proud.
He was about to move forward when Wen Jin stood beside him.
He takes one step and she follows.
Feng Yuan looked curiously in the direction she deliberately avoided, "Any acquaintances?"
"Don't look!" Wen Jin called softly.
"The way you look today is unrecognizable to ordinary acquaintances," Feng Yuan said.
Wen Jin shook his head. A woman's intuition about women... is quite sharp.
"It's better to be careful and avoid trouble." Wen Jin didn't explain much.
A waiter saw Feng Yuan and greeted him with a smile, "Master Feng is here? Do you want to sit in the front row?"
"Prepare a nice room and make a pot of good tea." Feng Yuan said.
The waiter was stunned, "Why do you want to sit in the private room today? You used to..."
Before the waiter finished speaking, he looked up and saw Wen Jin.
"My order! Please come over here!" The waiter glanced at Wen Jin with an ambiguous smile.
Fengyuan is the owner of Nanfeng Pavilion, and he is surrounded by a handsome young man in brocade clothes with good temperament.
I don’t know what he thinks of the relationship between the two.
They were led to a private room on the second floor that had a good view but was relatively secluded.
"This is the list of the slaves photographed tonight. Their conditions are also briefly described. Mr. Feng, please take a look." The waiter put down the two handwritten lists, served tea and snacks, and left.
"Young Master Feng is so awesome. He is famous wherever he goes." Wen Jin admired as he smelled the aroma of tea.
Fengyuan smiled and said, "That's not true. If you make good friends with me in the future, you will have many opportunities."
"Thank you for taking care of me." Wen Jin handed over his hand.
Fengyuan also pretended, "Easy to say, easy to say!"
The two teased each other and smiled at each other.
"Let's see if anyone is satisfied."
Fengyuan pushed the directory over.
"Why is there no name on this list?" Wen Jin pointed at the number in front.
"The name will not be given until the new owner gets it. They only have a number here." Fengyuan explained.
Following the number is the slave's age, expertise, and minimal resume.
For example, there was a young man who interested Wen Jin very much. It said: I bought it from Paihuazi. He has a certain foundation in kung fu and is good at concealed weapons. He has been trained. Now one is worth a hundred.
"I'm only fourteen years old. Is it a bit exaggerated to compare one to a hundred?" Wen Jin pointed at the row of numbers.
Feng Yuan smiled when he heard this, "You should ask Prince Huai. It is said that at the age of sixteen, he led 800 cavalry and rushed into the camp of Chen Guo's dignitaries, killing more than a thousand people and capturing 2,000 people. He was so scared. Chen Guo immediately withdrew his troops. Tsk tsk, his reputation for might and prowess is unparalleled."
Xiao Yuchen is so powerful?
Wen Jin nodded and continued to look at the roster.
Seeing that her expression was unchanged, Fengyuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Are you interested in this young man who can give you one for a hundred? How much money did you bring? If it's not enough, can I lend it to you?" Feng Yuan said.
"Let's see and then talk." Wen Jin participated in such an auction for the first time.
Treating people like objects for auction made her feel psychologically uncomfortable.
But when one person does not have the ability to change society and change the times... she decided to compromise first.
If you can't control others, then do what you can first - buy as many slaves as she can and treat them as kindly as possible.
The auction started, and three young men with handsome faces were photographed in a row.
Wen Jin finally understood why Fengyuan was a regular customer and VIP here...
At the same time, she was also curious about that old acquaintance who was disguised as a man. What was she doing here?
"Here comes the one you are interested in." Fengyuan reminded her.
Wen Jin looked towards the stage.
The slaves who were auctioned were all wearing only a pair of trousers that only reached their knees, and stood shirtless on the stage.
Like objects, they are rotated and displayed. Ask the guests below to bid.
The person who jumped on the stage at this time was the young man Wen Jin had asked about. His skin was slightly dark, but his facial features were deep and three-dimensional.
Thick eyebrows, tall nose, thin lips, very heroic appearance.
"Do you want to take a photo?" Fengyuan asked.
Wen Jin nodded, "Shoot."
"This slave is handsome, young, healthy, and skilled in martial arts. He currently has no household registration. After the sale is completed, the auction market will be responsible for completing the life and death contract of the slave.
"The starting price is fifty taels, and the price will increase by fifty taels each time. Starting bid——"
"Sixty taels!"
Before Fengyuan opened his mouth, someone was already bidding on the guest seats on the first floor.
Wen Jin took a look and realized, by coincidence, that old acquaintance was also interested in this boy?
Do they have the same vision?
"One hundred taels." Wen Jin said to Fengyuan.
"This slave is of good quality. Let them bid first. When there are not many bidders, you can then raise the price." Fengyuan said with experience.
"Don't you think it's a waste of time?" Wen Jin said, "If you just add a hundred taels, no one will follow soon."
When Fengyuan heard this, his eyes changed when he looked at Wen Jin, "Rich woman? You are so rich and you still sell medicine to me. Can't you just give it to me?"
"Do you dare to take the medicine I gave you?" Wen Jin asked.
Fengyuan paused, "That's because I don't dare..."
While the two of them were talking, the young slave's worth had already reached one hundred taels.
Wen Jin glanced down and saw that the acquaintance was still following the price.
"Do you want to shout?" Fengyuan asked.
"Two hundred taels," Wen Jin said.
Fengyuan raised his hand, and the boy outside the elegant room immediately sang, "Two hundred taels!"
"Two hundred taels! Is there anyone else bidding?"
There was a slight commotion among the guests below.
An ordinary family of five in Kyoto only spends seventy or eighty taels a year.
Two hundred taels is quite a lot.
Although all the people who can come to this place are rich, if you open your mouth to increase the price, you can directly add a hundred taels...
It's somewhat of a revelation.
"Two hundred and ten taels!" Someone called the price at the guest table.
Fengyuan was obviously taken aback, "Buying such a slave for two hundred taels is already a big deal. How come there are still people competing with you to be a big bully?"
Wen Jin raised the corner of his mouth, isn't this... the vision is too consistent?
"Eh? Isn't that Princess Wei of Hailing? Why is she here too?" Feng Yuan's eyes were so poisonous that he actually recognized her.
"Three hundred taels." Wen Jin bid.
"Are you going to rob her?" Feng Yuan's eyes were burning with the fire of gossip.
Wen Jin shook his head, "I've been interested in it for a long time. How can it be called robbing? This is called determined to win."
Feng Yuan clicked his tongue, and while letting the boy bid, he looked her up and down, "Is this a battle between love rivals?"
"Three hundred and ten taels!" Yi Lan, the guard, seemed angry. Don't get too excited and look up at the private room upstairs where prices have been increasing.
"Four hundred taels," Wen Jin said.
The boys became excited and immediately shouted: "Four hundred taels!"
Wei Yilan downstairs took a deep breath.
"Young... Master, you can't add more. It's far from worth the price! Let's take another photo, shall we?" the maid advised in a low voice.
"Why do I feel that the people in the private room above are deliberately bidding against me?" Wei Yilan frowned slightly.
"Whether it's intentional or not... I just want him to be taken advantage of." The maid said.
Wei Yilan glanced at the maid coolly.
"Servant... I didn't mean that you were taken advantage of..."
"Four hundred and ten taels!" Wei Yilan called out the price again.
"Interesting," Feng Yuan said with a smile, "Would you like to add more?"
"What does it mean to be determined to win?" Wen Jin said, "Five hundred taels."
The moment Five Hundred Liang was sung upstairs, Wei Yilan clenched her fists slightly...
