The atmosphere in the room made even Feng Yuan, a regular customer, fearful.
Wen Jin's face was calm and unruffled.
The steward wanted to be angry, but seeing that she was still calm under such pressure at such a young age... I was afraid there was something wrong with her.
The owner is an auction house, and the things he auctions are all kinds of rare, and they don't just sell slaves.
The housekeeper has been with the boss for a long time and is well-informed. He is not narrowly focused on money.
Some rare items are far more valuable in the hands of their owners than cash.
"Let me take a look." The steward did not get angry and took Wen Jin's medicine bottle, pulled it open and sniffed it.
The medicinal aroma that hits your face makes you feel refreshed.
Hey, it’s not that she’s bragging, it’s definitely a good thing!
The steward raised his eyes and looked Wen Jin up and down...
Where did such a young man get such a magical medicine? Could it be stolen?
A jade plaque on Wen Jin's waist attracted the steward's attention.
"This jade pendant is quite beautiful." The steward said, pointing to the jade plaque.
"I can't give you this." Wen Jin covered the jade plaque, "This is a gift from my elders."
The steward nodded, without forcing anything, "If it exceeds a hundred taels of silver, I can't make the decision. Young Masters, I'll go ask my boss for instructions later."
Wen Jin nodded slightly.
"Take care of the two young masters, don't be too aggressive and scare the guests!" The steward waved his hand, and the thugs took a step back, their expressions softened slightly.
Feng Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned into Wen Jin's ear, "You are so brave!
"Before you do this again next time, can you give me some air? Anyone who is less courageous will be scared to death by you!"
Wen Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can't hurt you."
As soon as the two sat down, the attendant served good tea, more exquisite refreshments and fresh fruits than those in the private room above.
Fengyuan glanced and raised an eyebrow at Wen Jin.
"Hey, it seems that the medicine you took out is better than the one you gave me? Is it so valuable?"
Wen Jin took a sip of tea and said, "Wait and see."
The steward took two bottles of medicine and hurriedly went to find his employer.
"Look, young master! The old lady's illness has been cured!" The steward's voice was urgent.
In the huge room, there was only one lamp, and the light was dim.
In the shadowy darkness, there was a recliner, and a young young master was leaning on the recliner.
"Oh? What do you say?" The young master's voice was calm, even calmer than that of the older steward.
The steward stepped forward and delivered two bottles of medicine to the young host's family.
"A young man came outside, and he bid for a slave. Because someone bid, he unexpectedly bought the slave from fifty taels for one thousand taels!
"He didn't have the money to pay, so he took out these two bottles of medicine and asked us to choose one."
Zhao Wenjin, the manager, explained the difference between the two bottles of medicine.
The young master knows the goods. At first he was careless and still reclining on the recliner.
But after he sniffed the first bottle of medicine, his eyes immediately flashed brighter than the lamp in this room.
"You are right! Grandma can be saved!" The young master's voice was still calm, but the excitement in his eyes betrayed his emotions.
"Look at this bottle again." The steward handed over another bottle.
After the young master checked it out, he suddenly stood up from the recliner and asked, "Choose one of the two?"
"Two bottles are rare!" the steward's voice said urgently, "I'm afraid there won't even be a store like this after passing this village!"
"Where did this person come from? How could he come up with such good medicine?!" No matter how calm the young master's family was, they couldn't sit still at this time.
The housekeeper lowered his voice subconsciously, "The villain saw the jade plaque of Yaowang Valley on his waist. He is a direct descendant of Yaowang Valley."
The young master held the two small bottles of medicine in his hands and walked back and forth in the room.
"It turns out that he is a direct descendant of Yaowang Valley. No wonder, no wonder...
"It's impossible to choose one or the other! If you miss it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get such an opportunity again!"
The young master said to himself.
The steward said: "That is to say! The direct descendants of Yaowang Valley rarely come out of the mountain. They don't care about business and only study various rare medicinal materials.
"How many people from the royal courts and nobles of the Four Kingdoms want to make friends with the direct descendants of Yao Wanggu? But there are no people at all!
"This young man appears in our house... Why don't we detain him?"
The steward's eyes flashed fiercely.
The young master paused in his steps.
The manager became more and more excited as he talked, "In this way, not only can we keep these two bottles of medicine, but we can also keep this direct bloodline! In the future, we will make friends with Yaowang Valley..."
The words are not finished yet.
Snapped--
He received a solid slap on the head.
"How do you manage things? Do you rely on flattery and flattery?" The young host's expression darkened.
The steward was startled and fell to his knees, "Young master, please calm down. I am diligent and loyal, and I will never dare to..."
"Okay, you're so stupid. You said he's a young man, so he must be a junior from Yaowang Valley. Are you detaining him? Do you want to enmity with Yaowang Valley?"
"Still friendly? Can you guarantee that you won't get sick in your life, your family won't get sick, and you won't buy medicine? If you can, just detain him!
"Have you never heard of Yaowanggu's temper?"
The person in charge complained repeatedly.
…
Wen and Jin waited for a while.
The steward's smile returned. But his hands were empty,
Wen Jin raised his eyebrows and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
"The boss said, yes. The medicine is worth a thousand taels, and the slave belongs to the master!" The steward handed Wen Jin the box containing the slave's contract and household registration.
Wen Jin didn't answer.
The steward's smile froze.
"As an auction house, credibility is above all else. You can't bully me because it's my first time here?" Wen Jin asked with a smile.
"That's not possible! You can go out and ask around. We thrive with virtue, convince people with virtue, and rely on reputation to make a name for ourselves in the world!" said the manager.
Wen Jin curled up his lips, "Did you not hear clearly? I said two bottles of medicine, one of which is worth one thousand taels."
Wen Jin reached out and asked him for another bottle of medicine.
The person in charge said nothing.
Fengyuan became nervous again. He tugged on Wen Jin's sleeves and whispered, "Forget it..."
Wen Jin was unmoved and looked at the steward firmly.
The two were in a stalemate for a moment, and in the extremely tense atmosphere, it seemed like a long time had passed.
"Look at me! What a memory!" The manager slapped his forehead, "My boss is ready! Dexinghang can't take advantage of you in vain!"
The steward clapped his hands, and a total of four people gathered outside and immediately brought neatly stacked silver ingots.
"One thousand taels, I'll give it to you."
"It's hard to carry money. For the sake of your Dexing Bank's name and reputation, give me a banknote," Wen Jin said.
"Okay! Thank you for your trust!" The steward immediately exchanged ten large banknotes worth one hundred taels each.
Wen Jin took the banknote and stuffed it casually into his sleeve pocket. In fact, it had already been put into the Lingquan space.
The steward secretly breathed in... He was indeed a direct descendant of the Medicine King Valley! Look at this attitude towards money! People don't care at all!
Feng Yuan on the side was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out!
When he looked at Wen Jin again, his eyes changed.
"Oops! The officers and soldiers are here!"
Suddenly, an attendant hurried over and said, "Manager, there are many officers and soldiers outside and they want to seal down the auction house!"
"Don't worry, the government has already taken care of it, why are there more officers and soldiers coming?"
"I don't know, little man, please go and have a look!" The attendant was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.
The steward had seen the world and was not in a hurry. He bowed his hands to Wen Jin and Fengyuan and said, "I'm sorry. Fortunately, our deal has been reached. I will send you two away through the back door! Don't worry, you can just take the slave with you." , safekeeping."
When Wen Jin and the others left through the back door, she turned back and glanced at the front hall...
