Quotation?
Xiao Yan looked at the banner outside.
Playing with the small blue and white porcelain wine glass in his hand, he smiled lightly and said a number.
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
Hong Xiu struggled up from Xiao Xian's arms and looked at Xiao Yan with wide eyes.
Bai Xue, who had always pretended to be elegant, also had her heartbeat racing, her face rosy, and her eyes showing an incredible look.
One hundred and fifty thousand?
Did they hear it correctly?
"Bang."
The cup in Xiao Xian's hand fell directly to the ground.
I feel like I don’t have enough brain power anymore.
"How many?"
Xiao Yan smiled kindly and replied: "One hundred and fifty thousand."
Xiao Xian was excited at first, then seemed moved, and by the end he was restless.
"You...where did you get so much money?"
After asking this question.
Just stand up and walk around.
"No, it's too high."
"If you can't come up with so much money, your reputation and mine will be ruined."
"From now on, I will be too embarrassed to come to Mingyue Tower again."
Xiao Xian stood still, looked at Xiao Yan, and pretended to be generous: "Well, let's add 50,000 yuan. When the time comes, I... I will give 10,000 yuan. In this way, we won't lose. The prince’s face.”
Xiao Yan took a sip of wine and said directly to Bai Xue, who was quietly and elegantly watching the show next to him: "Go ahead and make a quote, 150,000, not a penny more, not a penny less."
"If someone continues to increase the price and the news reaches me later, I will add another 50,000!"
Bai Xue stood up and saluted: "Here."
Hongxiu was already looking at Xiao Yan with bright eyes. He was young and rich, he was the Qilinzi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he was also the most handsome man in the world. Even if she worked for him, she would do it willingly.
I couldn't help but imagine in my mind that tonight, if I could offer myself a pillow, or maybe have a cup of tea at the end, it would be a wonderful night.
As I thought about it, my legs rubbed together unconsciously.
Xiao Xian came to his senses and walked towards the door of the wing.
Xiao Yan found it funny when he saw Xiao Xian's sneaky appearance.
"If you just leave like this, then you won't be able to see the Mingyue Tower oiran Yin Lingzi singing and dancing."
Xiao Xian paused and stopped. The two villains were fighting in his head. Finally, he gritted his teeth and his heart pounded. He turned around, put his hands behind his back, held his head high, walked to Xiao Yan's side, and sat down again.
"Who said I was leaving."
"I wanted to go to the toilet, but when I got there, I didn't want to go."
"I didn't realize it, but you are quite rich."
"Didn't you say that Xiliang is a bitter and cold place?"
"Where did all your money come from?"
Xiao Yan hugged Bai Xue and played with her again, but she felt that a hand beside her reached to her back, scratching her gently. She glanced at Hong Xiu, who was lying in Xiao Xian's arms, with her charming eyes like silk, giving him A wink,
Xiao Yan turned a blind eye and said to Xiao Xian very arrogantly: "Xiliang is indeed a bitter and cold place. These money are all my military salary over the years, as well as your Majesty's reward. Of course, if I go up tonight, it will be considered a sale. Family property, you also want to see the dance of this Yin Lingzi!"
"In life, money and money are all external things. The most important thing is to be happy and unrestrained."
"Why, they have all seen Yin Lingzi's singing and dancing, but I can't see it?!"
"That doesn't make sense!"
Xiao Xian slapped his mouth.
I finally understood why the Queen Mother said that she would stay away from Xiao Yan in the future.
This guy is really just a vulgar martial artist.
In order to sing and dance with a Yinlingzi, he had to sell off his family property.
If I do.
My father was afraid that he would break my legs directly.
well.
The king of Xiliang gave birth to such a son, and he probably killed countless people as retribution.
What a sin.
Xiao Xian shook his head.
I'm actually happy to see it this way.
at the same time.
Other rooms in Mingyue Building.
When they heard that Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang in Qingzhu Garden, had directly increased the price by 150,000 gold, they were a little dumbfounded and discouraged.
no.
We all add ten thousand to ten thousand.
In the end, if it exceeds the money in hand and cannot afford it, forget it.
This drumming and passing flowers is just fun.
The money in the end was not very high either.
Of course, who can participate in this game is either rich or noble?
They have money in their hands.
There are mountains of money in the warehouse at home. There must be a place where they can have fun and spend their money to buy happiness and fun.
This is where high-end luxury comes in.
They have never been within the reach of the poor, and they have always been the playthings and symbols of those who are either rich or noble.
I have money.
How do I prove I have money?
Of course these are high-end luxury goods.
But the people in the middle building are also some imperial students, princes, and scholars. How much money can they have?
Up to the sky.
Two hundred thousand.
But now, Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, has directly increased the price to the maximum range they can bear.
"Is he so rich?"
Someone asked with some disbelief.
Some people also knew something about Xiliang's situation and responded tactfully: "Although Xiliang is a bitterly cold place, it is also the key link between the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Western Regions. There are countless merchants coming and going, so there should still be some money."
to be honest.
The land of Xiliang is the main trade route between the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Western Regions.
When merchants come and go, transportation fees are required.
Some people were naturally dissatisfied with this, and felt that the King of Xiliang must have taken advantage of this to deduct money from the merchants and make a fortune.
"snort!"
"This year's snow disaster is a once-in-a-century event."
"Many places have been severely affected by the disaster. People have been displaced and their families have been separated. I heard that people are dying of hunger in Jiannan Road."
"The prince of Xiliang, Xiao Yan, is so rich that he should use it for disaster relief. It's good for him to have fun in Mingyue Tower. He spent 150,000 gold just to watch the oiran's singing and dancing."
"That's it, and the world still praises him as the Qilin Son of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
"Look, he's not a Qilin at all, but a prodigal!"
This man is obviously envious, jealous, and cynical, but is he not like that?
If he really were a disaster victim in Hanzhong, would he be holding a beauty in his arms at this moment in Mingyue Tower?
However, when they are angry, their envy, jealousy and hatred can only be said behind their backs.
Weiyang Garden.
This is the most luxurious and highest-standard wing in the middle building of Mingyue Building.
The space inside is very large.
There is a high-quality, large soft bed, covered with tiger and deer silk velvet blankets, burning sandalwood, and a separate washing area, toilet, etc.
The person who booked this wing was Wan Gui, the son of Wan Tieshan, the richest businessman in Huainan.
He heard that there would be a dance performance by Yin Lingzi in Mingyue Tower tonight, so he took this opportunity to entertain an honored guest.
I thought that tonight, the distinguished guests would be able to enjoy Yin Lingzi's singing and dancing, so that they could express their feelings.
But he didn't expect that a prince of Xiliang would appear on the way.
Wan Gui is slightly chubby, with a round face, rosy cheeks, and two smart eyes under his mallet eyebrows. The clothes on her body are extremely gorgeous, brocade, silk and satin, embroidered with various complicated patterns.
He always has a smile on his face.
Even when he heard that the prince of Xiliang had increased the price by 150,000 yuan, he still laughed like a haha.
"Haha, interesting, really interesting."
"Brother Yuan, it's really exciting tonight. Someone actually has more money than me. It's really interesting."
Sitting not far from the little fat man Wan Gui, at a separate table, also sitting in the big seat of this wing, was a middle-aged man dressed in purple.
This person is none other than Yuan Ye, the commander of the Fusi Department in Beizhen!
He was playing with the singer in his arms with one hand and holding the cup with the other. His expression was calm and his voice was low.
"Oh, is it so?"
