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Chapter 16 Young Drunkard
"Yes, it's Mr. Zhao!"

"Young Master Zhao is here too. It looks like this phantom mirror is going to fall into his hands today."

Everyone was talking about it, their words full of envy and awe.

Young Master Zhao, whose real name is Zhao Sheng, is one of the four richest businessmen in Tianhuang City and the only son of the patriarch of the Zhao family. Although his talent in cultivation is average, he is generous and is a well-known playboy.

"You want to get this phantom mirror for only 40,000 taels of silver. Isn't Mr. Zhao too petty?"

As soon as the voice came out, Zhao Sheng was immediately furious. He turned his head sharply and glared in the direction where the voice came from. He snorted heavily, "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you, kid. What, Wang Teng, do you want to snatch it from me?"

Wang Teng lazily stood up, straightened his luxurious brocade robe, and had a cynical smile on his face: "Zhao Sheng, the rule of this auction is that the highest bidder wins. I'm doing this for the sake of this precious mirror, so I can't let you ruin it."

"You..." Zhao Sheng was so angry that his face turned green. He pointed at Wang Teng and was speechless for a long time.

When the people around saw this, they all looked like they were enjoying a good show.

Everyone in Tianhuang City knows that Zhao Sheng and Wang Teng don't get along. From childhood to adulthood, the two have been fighting openly and secretly, whether it is for cultivation resources or various rare treasures.

As long as the other party wants it, they will definitely interfere. The fight at today's auction can be regarded as a concentrated outbreak of the two people's years of grievances.

"I'll offer fifty thousand taels!" Zhao Sheng suppressed his anger and said with gritted teeth.

"Sixty thousand taels!" Wang Teng didn't even think about it and directly raised the price by ten thousand taels.

"Seventy thousand taels!" Zhao Sheng was not willing to be outdone and raised the price again.

The two people's bidding sounds came one after another, and the price soared all the way, soon breaking through eight taels of silver, which made the people watching around shudder with fear. This was not just an auction for a mirror, but a competition to see who had more money.

Su Qingying couldn't help but be shocked when she saw this scene. Although she was the daughter of the city lord, she didn't spend much money normally and had never seen such prodigal behavior.

In order to win her smile, Zhao Sheng was planning to give this mirror to his confidante. But now that Wang Teng has intervened, it might not be so easy to get the thing.

Wang Teng waved his folding fan, looking calm and relaxed, as if the treasure of Fanlou was nothing more than that in his eyes.

"Eighty thousand and one thousand taels." He said this lightly, but there was a hint of provocation in his tone.

"you!"

Veins bulged on Zhao Sheng's forehead, like an enraged bull, he was about to rush forward and tear to pieces the annoying guy in front of him.

"Master, please be patient."

The old man beside him dissuaded him in a low voice, "This Wang Teng is obviously deliberately angering you so that you can lose your mind and raise the price. Think about it, although this phantom mirror is rare, it is not worth this price."

Zhao Sheng took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and glared at Wang Teng fiercely.

This kid has always loved to go against him since he was a child. He is simply haunting him. Today he must compete with him to see who is better!

"Ninety thousand taels!" Zhao Sheng said gritting his teeth, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth.

The crowd around was in an uproar. The price was far beyond the value of the Phantom Mirror itself.

"My God, are these two crazy? They actually spent so much money for a mirror?"

"You don't understand. That's not just a mirror, it's their face. If anyone gets scared, how can they survive in Tianhuang City in the future?"

"That's right, and they are all losers, so it's not surprising that they do this."

"Ah, yes, yes, that's right!"

The discussions around them did not affect Zhao Sheng and Wang Teng. At this moment, they only had eyes for each other and the phantom mirror held high by the maid.

"Ninety-five thousand taels!"

"One hundred thousand taels..." "Forget it, I'll give you this broken mirror." Wang Teng waved his hand in a nonchalant manner and sat back in his seat.

In the end, this phantom mirror fell into Zhao Sheng's pocket at the price of 110,000 taels of silver.

Shen Qiu originally wanted to create a gimmick for this auction. In fact, this phantom mirror is just a glass mirror made of better material and there is nothing magical about it. Who knew that it would be sold for 110,000 taels of silver in the end.

"..."

"One hundred and one hundred thousand taels, deal!" As the auction hammer in the maid's hand fell, this farce of bidding finally ended.

Zhao Sheng got the phantom mirror as he wished, but there was a look of pain on his smug face. The price was enough for him to buy several rare cultivation resources.

As for the 11th and 12th floors, they are rest areas for guests to stay overnight. They are all luxurious rooms with modern decoration style and equipment.

The 13th floor is the stargazing area, which is equipped with an intelligent astronomical telescope for observing celestial phenomena. It is not open to the public yet.

The fourteenth floor is where the maids and guards rest. Each room is independent and not open to the public for the time being.

The fifteenth floor is where Jiuxuannu lives and is not open to the public.

As mentioned before, the sixteenth floor is where Shen Qiu lives alone. Even if he runs around naked here, no one will see him.

……

At the same time, a staggering figure crossed the door of Fanlou and almost collided with a waiter carrying wine and food.

"Hey, who is it?"

A waiter exclaimed, but luckily he was agile and did not spill the food and wine.

"Wine, good wine, give me two jars, I have plenty of money."

The figure raised his head, revealing a face with untidy beard and messy hair. He was a young man who looked like a sloppy drunkard.

He was bleary-eyed, burping, reeking of alcohol, and his speech was slurred.

"Guest officer, you..."

The waiter wanted to say something, but when he saw the drunkard casually take out two golden ingots from his arms, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Shen Qiu had explained that as long as money was paid, he had to serve the person well even if he was a beggar.

Therefore, there is no reason to push customers away, especially such a generous one.

"Sir, please go upstairs. We have all kinds of wine in Fanlou. I guarantee you will be satisfied." The waiter greeted attentively.

"Sir, please come in."

The waiter, with a smile on his face, enthusiastically led him upstairs to a secluded private room.

"Good wine, good wine..."

The drunkard sat down on the chair, muttering something, and threw the two gold bars casually on the table. There was a dull "dong" sound, which made the teacups on the table jump a few times.

"Sir, please wait a moment. The good wine will be here soon."

The waiter put away the gold, turned around and went downstairs to prepare wine and food.

The drunkard sat alone in the private room, looking around bored.

(End of this chapter)