Two new luminous pearl lamps are hung at both ends of the Yunlai Tower plaque. The lampshades are pasted with colorful translucent sequins, and paper flowers are hung under the lampshades. When the wind blows, the lampshades also rotate, reflecting bursts of gorgeous and intoxicating colors. Colorful light.
There was a sea of people outside the gate. A large number of young men and even penniless homeless people crowded outside to watch the excitement and witness the upcoming first-night bidding.
"Didn't you run away crying last night? Why are you here today?" Xiaoman asked in surprise when he saw Wei Jing among the lively crowd, pushing aside the crowd to squeeze in.
"Can't you?" Wei Jing snorted a few times and sneered: "Didn't you call me 'Ohara Village's infatuated brother'? I'm just a cockroach that can't be killed. What can you do to me?"
"Oh, I'm afraid you're going to cry your heart out today!" Xiaoman sighed helplessly.
Xiaoman saw that Wei Jing looked calm, as if he was confident, and saw that there was a stick hanging on his waist, wrapped in cloth, like a stick, but slightly wider and flatter.
Xiaoman thought of his temper and asked anxiously: "Xiaowei, look at you, are you here to cause trouble?"
"Of course not! I'm hungry. I came here to watch the excitement and eat something. That's all." Wei Jing took out a few coins and gave them to Xiao Man. He picked a table and sat down. Looking around, he saw that Fan Jun was already there. When I arrived, I leaned against a wooden beam in a daze, looking at the beautiful and elegant flower stand in the center of the hall, rubbing my palms, and clasping my fingers.
"I see, Fan Jun also has a plan..." Wei Jing looked at it silently, suddenly understood something, and murmured to himself: "Fan Jun should also like Sister Yu Xue..."
Xiaoman brought food to Wei Jing and reminded him: "Don't mess around. Chef Hu is also coming to watch the fun today. You are not someone you can afford to mess with. There used to be someone here occasionally." A drunkard overturned the table and slapped a girl. The next day, the bones in both hands were broken."
"That's good!" Wei Jing was eating his own food. He looked up at a table at the wooden railing on the second floor. Sitting there were Hong Wuyun and Hu Bai. Behind them stood a bunch of men in white, all of whom were Shi Sheng. The men and horses in the sky are looking here.
Wei Jing hummed a few times, rolled his eyes and said, "I also want to try to eat with chopsticks with my feet. If I have to break my feet, then I will follow Ah Xi's example and eat on my stomach! Hey, is it fun like this? Woof!"
As Wei Jing spoke, he stirred the food on the plate with his chin and bit the vegetables with his mouth, making his mouth full of vegetable juice.
"Hate!" Xiaoman scolded, turned and left, went up to the second floor, and quietly came to Hong Wuyun's side.
Hong Wuyun asked: "What happened to him?"
Xiaoman smiled and replied: "He is willing to fight, Sister Hong, don't argue with the child, just throw him out later."
Hong Wuyun smiled faintly, looked at Hu Bai, and asked, "What do you think?"
Hu Bai smiled from ear to ear, took a sip of tea, and said, "Whatever you say, Xiaohong."
Xiaoman didn't know whether Hu Bai was happy or angry when he smiled like this. He hurried downstairs and discussed with several sisters, hesitating whether to join forces to drive Wei Jing out. He was also afraid that Wei Jing would lose his temper and make a scene. bad thing.
The crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly music started playing upstairs.
Wen Yuxue was dressed in a snow-white robe and a leather jacket with a feather collar. She put on a little makeup and showed no expression. With the support of several girls, she slowly walked down the steps.
"Okay!" "It's really a good product!" The hall on the first floor was packed with people. Many rich people, wealthy people, and even men who came in to buy a bottle of wine and join in the fun made the Yunlailou hall very noisy.
Several girls led Wen Yuxue to the small flower stand and talked about her advantages. Wen Yuxue also sang a little song, which was the beginning.
Some rich young men could no longer bear their temper, and because of Hu Bai's face, they could only secretly summon the girls and urge them to hurry up.
"The bottom price is one thousand silver, everyone, please pay!" Xiaoman took a slender mallet and went up to the flower stand. There was a gong behind her. Whoever paid the highest price would ring the gong and the deal would be completed.
A superior room has already been prepared upstairs.
"One thousand one hundred!" "One thousand two hundred!" "One thousand five hundred!" The wealthy businessmen raised their hands to bid, and those who had no money to bid fanned the flames and asked them to be generous.
"You're a bunch of poor guys, I'll give you two thousand!" shouted merchant Wang, who started out as a salt seller.
"Old Wang, don't be embarrassed. Is two thousand silver a lot?" Young Kuo Shao, surnamed Hong, stood up with a laugh, stared at Wen Yuxue on the flower bed, and said, "Ten thousand silver!"
There was a commotion among everyone, but they didn't expect the price to rise so high.
Mr. Kuo, surnamed Hong, is in his twenties, and his name is worth ten thousand dollars. He just wants to show off in front of many wealthy businessmen.
Xiao Man raised his wooden gavel and asked, "Is there anyone who wants to pay more than ten thousand silver?"
"Yes!" Wei Jing jumped on the table and shouted: "Uncle Wei from Xiaoyuan Village, 12,852 silver!"
Wen Yuxue sighed, as if she didn't expect Wei Jing to be here.
Xiaoman was stunned and was stunned for a long time. Several girls wanted to win over Wei Jing, but when they saw him standing on the table, they didn't dare to be aggressive, for fear of causing a scene and spoiling the mood of the gentlemen involved.
"Why stop? Come on, hit the gong! Isn't there anyone with a higher price than me?" Wei Jing shouted.
"Is there anyone who has offered a higher price than Uncle Xiaoyuan Village Wei? Twelve thousand..." Xiaoman presided over helplessly, then turned to look at Wei Jing and asked angrily: "How much did you just offer?"
"Twelve thousand eight hundred and fifty-two silver!" Wei Jing answered loudly.
"Why are you messing around with him? Fifteen thousand!" Mr. Kuo, surnamed Hong, was a little displeased, but he pretended to be arrogant and shouted the price arrogantly.
"Sixteen thousand two hundred and forty!"
Xiaoman asked loudly: "What?"
"Sixteen thousand two hundred and forty, that's one, please hit the gong!" Wei Jing raised his hands in the air, holding the drumsticks in both hands.
"Twenty thousand!" Mr. Kuo, surnamed Hong, became angry. He clenched his fists and winked at his followers. The two followers squeezed through the crowd and walked towards Wei Jing.
Fan Jun crossed his hands and stepped out in front of the two followers. If the followers turned to the left, he would turn to the left. If the followers turned to the right, he would turn to the right.
The attendant got angry and grabbed him by the collar. Fan Jun had no expression on his face and pressed the heads of the two attendants with both hands. They hit each other with a bang and the two attendants fainted immediately.
Xiaoman groaned, and when he saw Fan Jun coming in to stir up trouble, he thought that there was going to be chaos.
"Twenty-six thousand four hundred and seventy-eight silver, plus four hundred and eighty copper coins! No one is higher than me, please hit the gong!" Wei Jing opened his throat and shouted to Wen Yuxue: "Sister Yu Xue , it is natural for you to be good to someone if you are good to you! But if you are good to him and he is bad to you, you still have to be good to him. There is no such reason in the world! "
"What are you messing with, you brat? Get out of here!" The followers of Mr. Kuo named Hong shouted one after another.
At this moment, Mr. Kuo, surnamed Hong, cannot step down. If he doesn't place any more bids, and Wei Jing can't pay, he can still win the bid with the second highest price, but his momentum will be too weak, and he can't really be called a glory.
But if he wants to continue to increase the amount, Wei Jing will cause trouble again, and the price will only be higher.
While he was hesitating, the price was already shouted from the other side: "One hundred thousand!"
Suddenly, the wealthy businessmen, rich and young, and the people watching the excitement in the hall of Yunlai Tower were all in an uproar.
Some people secretly whispered to each other: "This Miss Wen is good, but is she worth as much as one hundred thousand silver?"
