In the end, Mr. No. 7 took away Shuguan's lightning-strike wood for 1.5 million silver dollars.
Of course, this does not mean that the practitioners participating in this fair today do not have the financial resources to bid with Mr. No. 7.
This can only show that at today's trade fair, Mr. No. 7 is the one who values this lightning strike wood the most, so he is willing to pay the highest price.
After Shu Guan spent 200,000 silver dollars to buy the four-page fragment of One Palm Realm, he still had 1.3 million silver dollars left. Adding to the hundreds of thousands of silver dollars he originally had, his current net worth reached More than 1.4 million silver dollars.
This is Shu Guan's richest moment since time travel.
If it had been in the past, Shu Guan would probably have felt that he was a truly rich man.
But after participating in today's practitioner trade fair, Shu Guan knew very well that his little work and money were nothing at all, and he could only be regarded as the little brother in this room.
And not long after, the trade fair ended quickly, and nothing else appeared that could cause a sensation.
"let's go."
Shu Guan stood up and said something to Yang Ruijun beside him.
Yang Ruijun groaned and woke up from his daze.
She had been in a dazed state just now.
One and a half million silver dollars?
Mr. Shu took out a piece of burnt wood and sold it for 1.5 million silver dollars?
Although Mr. No. 7 has explained that this is not ordinary burnt wood, but a kind of natural material called lightning wood.
But this still makes Yang Ruijun, who has just entered the spiritual world, find it a bit difficult to accept.
Like her father, he was considered a wealthy businessman in Shanghai's upper class, but as far as she knew, his annual income was only three to four hundred thousand silver dollars.
Is it so easy for practitioners to make money?
Cai Shijiang, who was next to Yang Ruijun, also stared at Shu Guan with his mouth wide open.
Who is this friend Ruijun brought here?
Originally, he thought that the friend brought by Yang Ruijun was naturally a newcomer to the world of spiritual practice like Yang Ruijun. Otherwise, how could he not even know about the famous secret cult in Shanghai's spiritual world?
But at the trade fair just now, the friend brought by Ruijun made successive moves and became the most focused figure in today's trade fair. How could Cai Shijiang not be shocked.
To be honest, Cai Shijiang secretly liked Yang Ruijun, a female classmate. Especially after discovering that Yang Ruijun was a practitioner like himself, his liking turned into admiration.
Cai Shijiang has even fantasized about marrying Yang Ruijun one day.
So Yang Ruijun suddenly brought a friend of the opposite sex over today. To be honest, he was a little jealous. Although he knew that Yang Ruijun’s friend’s ridiculously handsome face was painted by Yang Ruijun using Taoism, but the relationship between Yang Ruijun and her friend The conversation between them also made Cai Shijiang feel that this person should be a young man, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
At the beginning of the trade fair just now, Cai Shijiang had been introducing to Yang Ruijun in a low voice the items brought out by the practitioners, or introducing a few strong men he knew who were above the Fetal Movement Realm, and intentionally or unintentionally showed his own to Yang Ruijun. Insights and connections.
Cai Shijiang felt that in this regard, he should be able to crush this friend brought by Yang Ruijun, who had just come into contact with their cultivation world.
But not long after, the friend Yang Ruijun brought suddenly stood up and expressed that he wanted to find someone to repair a high-grade human-level magic weapon.
This immediately confused Cai Shijiang.
magic weapon?
Cai Shijiang has never seen a real magic weapon except for a few low-level magic weapons in his father's hands.
For Cai Shijiang, magic weapons are completely legendary.
This guy must be trying to get the limelight on purpose!
Because Shu Guan did not take out the magic weapon in the end, Cai Shijiang has always been a little doubtful.
However, not long after, Yang Ruijun's friend took action again, saying that he would spend 100,000 silver dollars to buy a few pages of parchment that seemed to be of no use at all.
This time, Cai Shijiang was really frightened.
And then, when the friend brought by Yang Ruijun actually came up with a natural treasure and sold it for 1.5 million silver dollars, Cai Shijiang suddenly felt like all his previous performances were like It's a clown-like sense of sadness.
This friend brought by Rui Jun is not a newcomer to the world of spiritual practice. He is probably a disciple of a major spiritual sect. He is just here to eat and have fun today, and he is not qualified to compare with others.
Shocked and disappointed, Cai Shijiang just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.
Although he no longer dared to have the courage to compare with the other party, Cai Shijiang still felt heartbroken when he saw the woman he admired looking at the man who should be very young in actual age with the same shocked and admiring eyes.
But what Cai Shijiang didn't expect was that just as he was leaving, he would be shocked again.
"Member No. 807, I wonder if you are interested in having a drink with me here."
Just when Shu Guan and the others were about to leave, Mr. No. 7's magnetic voice, full of male magnetism, suddenly came to mind behind them.
Several people turned their heads and saw Mr. No. 7 sitting on the weird and oppressive animal bone chair. Beside him, there was an extra bottle of whiskey and two people. Crystal wine glass.
...Mr. No. 7 actually invited Ruijun's friend to drink together...
In Cai Shijiang's mind, Mr. No. 7 is the kind of big shot that he can only look up to from afar. But now such a big shot takes the initiative to invite Yang Ruijun's friend to have a drink with him?
Cai Shijiang's heart was once again in turmoil.
Shu Guan glanced at the two wine glasses and understood that this was a separate invitation.
Then Shu Guan thought for a moment and said to Yang Ruijun:
"Wait for me in the lobby below."
Then he turned around and walked towards Mr. No. 7.
Yang Ruijun nodded, and Cai Shijiang walked out of the room first.
"... Ruijun, who is this friend of yours!"
As soon as he walked out of the door, Cai Shijiang couldn't wait to ask in a low voice.
"Without his consent, I cannot tell you, Mr. Cai, his identity."
Yang Ruijun said apologetically.
The two of them walked towards the stairs leading to the hall.
In the room, Shu Guan was also walking towards Mr. No. 7.
Because he was sitting on the chair next to the door just now, the practitioners in the room passed by him and walked out of the door.
Among them was the cultivator who was shrouded in black robes.
When the black-robed cultivator passed by Shu Guan, Shu Guan could notice that under the black-robed hood, a gaze fell on him, seeming to take a very careful look at him.
Shu Guan didn't care either.
The two passed each other.
The black-robed practitioner continued to walk toward the door, but when he passed the chair where Shu Guan was sitting just now, he suddenly stretched out a hand from under the black robe and flicked it on the back of the chair. Then he quickly retracted into his black robe.
At this time, Shu Guan had already walked in front of Mr. No. 7.
Mr. No. 7 pointed to the chair opposite him, motioned for Shu Guan to sit down, and then poured another glass of wine for Shu Guan.
When the last practitioner walked out of the room, Mr. No. 7 raised his hand, and the door to the room slowly closed.
Then Mr. No. 7 raised the wine glass in his hand.
"No. 807, welcome to join our secret order."
Under the pig-head mask, a burst of hearty laughter came out.
Although Mr. No. 7's real appearance cannot be seen, his laughter is really easy to make people like him.
So Shu Guan also raised his glass.
They each took a sip.
"Do you already know the secret art, or do you have other parts of the secret art?"
Then Mr. No. 7 asked while shaking his wine glass.
His question was a bit sudden and sharp.
Shu Guan was placing his wine glass on the armrest of the chair.
His hands didn't tremble at all, and the expression on his face didn't change at all, except for a slight raise of his eyebrows.
"Why does Mr. No. 7 ask that?"
Shu Guan asked rhetorically.
"Can't I really want to collect the fragments just because of your introduction, Mr. No. 7?"
“Because you didn’t have enough money to begin with.”
Mr. No. 7 laughed again and said:
"If it's just for collection, no one will pay all his money for it, unless he knows the true value of something, especially if you deliberately sold the pieces that seem to be worth more in order to buy those few pages. The high lightning strike indicates that you actually know what those fragmentary pages are."
So Shu Guan picked up the wine glass he had just put down and took a sip.
...This is indeed an act that defies logic. Anyone with a brain can see how strongly he desires those parchments...
...Fortunately, the old man with the goatee seems to have a bad brain, otherwise he would have gritted his teeth to buy the fragments of this book even if he had offered 1.5 million silver dollars...
Shu Guan thought so.
As for Mr. No. 7 noticing that he might know the secrets of those fragmentary pages, Shu Guan didn't care much.
Because after it was determined that those pages of the parchment were the fragments of the One Palm Sutra, Shu Guan had already determined that he would get it at any cost, and this price also included exposing some of his own affairs.
"So, what kind of magic is that?"
Seeing that Shu Guan remained silent, Mr. No. 7 asked again with great interest.
Shu Guan sighed helplessly and said:
"Before I came here, I heard that this secret order would never inquire into the privacy of its members."
"...Oh, I'm just curious."
Mr. No. 7 lay back on the chair and said in a relaxed tone:
"I kept you here just now because the contribution you made to the Secret Order today is enough for you to become a senior member of our Secret Order."
"contribute?"
Shu Guan was a little puzzled.
"Although our Secret Order seems to be a very loose organization, we will never treat members badly who have truly contributed to the group."
"As for the contributions, serving other members in the hall is a contribution. Selling some rare items at the fair, attracting more practitioners to participate in the fair, is also a contribution."
"And you brought out an item of heavenly material and earthly treasure level today. There has not been a trading item of this level at this trade fair for more than ten years, so your contribution is enough to be directly promoted to a senior member."
“What are the benefits of being a premium member?”
Shu Guan couldn't help but ask this question.
"Becoming a senior member, you can enjoy some benefits of the Secret Order that are not open to ordinary members, such as some exercises and Taoism, such as some cultivation objects, and some secret information about the Shencheng cultivation world."
"Of course, you still have to pay for these with your own money."
Mr. No. 7 said with a smile.
"Sounds great."
Shu Guan also smiled and said:
"Can I see those benefits now?"
"This ship is about to dock, and after it docks, everyone except our first fifteen members must disembark, so today is too late. When you come to the party next time, you can host it like that day Party host application.”
"Now, please give me your membership badge."
Although Shu Guan didn't know what Mr. No. 7 was going to do, he still took out the badge he just got tonight and handed it to Mr. No. 7.
Mr. No. 7 took the badge, touched the back of the badge with his finger, and then handed the badge back.
Shu Guan took it and took a look, only to see that the number 807 on the back of the badge had changed from gray to red.
It seems that members of different levels have different colors on their badge numbers.
"Okay, the Beiming will dock in five minutes."
Mr. No. 7 raised his glass.
So Shuguan stood up and prepared to leave.
And just when he turned around, Mr. No. 7 suddenly said something again.
"No. 807, I hope to see you here often in the future."
Shu Guan glanced at him in surprise.
Mr. No. 7 raised his glass in greeting, and another burst of hearty laughter came from under the pig-head mask.
Shu Guan nodded to him, turned around, opened the door and walked out of the room.
The door slowly closed behind him.
Mr. No. 7 sat on the chair and looked at Shu Guan's back thoughtfully until the door was completely closed.
The room fell into darkness.
…
The Beiming docked at Zhabei Pier.
The black-robed cultivator blended in with the crowd, walked down the gangway, and walked out of the dock area alone, walking leisurely and relaxedly.
He walked to a secluded intersection not far from the pier. Parked on the side of the street at that intersection was a very long purple car that was clearly customized.
Next to the purple car, standing upright was a handsome middle-aged man wearing a purple uniform and looking impressive.
This middle-aged man seems to have been standing here for a long time, and a thin layer of dew has condensed on his shoulders.
The black-robed practitioner walked to the purple car. The middle-aged man in purple uniform bowed respectfully and helped the black-robed practitioner open the door of the back seat of the car.
"Sir, did you encounter anything interesting today?"
The handsome middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"...Well, I actually met someone interesting."
Under the black robe, a clear laughter came out. It was completely different from the voice of an older, hoarse man at the original trade fair.
The black-robed cultivator sat in the carriage, which was like a small palace, and took off the hood on his head, revealing a sunny and handsome face of a young man with a noble temperament.
Then the young man raised his palm, his eyes flashed, and he looked at it carefully.
(End of chapter)
