The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 457 Bidding
Where did you come from? Get back to where you came from!

The Black Hat and the Dzogchen followers didn't say this aloud.

This was because he suddenly noticed that behind the young man stood a distinguished, expressionless nobleman.

The believer was absolutely certain that the man was a Han Chinese nobleman.

With his unforgettable appearance and complexion, he stood out from the crowd of onlookers.

The way the other person looked at him was as if he were an ant.

Cult member: I was offended by that look.

But he dared not utter a sound.

Just as he was wondering how to say something that would be both ruthless and inspiring without angering the other party.

Then he saw another young man, who looked quite intimidating, standing next to the nobleman, baring his teeth at him.

Then, the other party arrogantly retorted, "You're from Kansai, what's your problem with that?"

The black hat and the black face of the Zhuo sect members instantly turned green.

After holding his breath for a dozen or so breaths, he declared, "Then let's compete fairly! I'm willing to offer six hundred and fifty taels!"

The other party easily bid: "Seven hundred taels!"

The believer took a deep breath, pondered for a few moments, and decided to continue bidding:
"Seven hundred and fifty taels!"

The formidable young man crossed his arms, gave the believer a defiant smile, and began:
"Eight hundred taels!"

This price has already raised red flags in the hearts of believers.

But not wanting to appear financially strapped in his companions' eyes, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Eight hundred and fifty taels!"

Unexpectedly, the other party was unaware of the bidding rules and directly lowered the price to:

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine taels!"

"Huchi. Huchi"

The believer's face flushed red with anger as he warned them; the string of reason in his mind snapped.

Before he breathed his last, he made his final defiant statement: "One thousand taels!"

He would give up if the other party dared to add another five taels.

His boldness lay in spending a fortune to buy a horse.

It was his luck that he didn't manage to buy it!
Unexpectedly, that brat who ruined his plans casually uttered a sentence that made his blood boil:

"Very well! You're so generous, my friend. This Akhal-Teke horse is yours!"

The words fell.

A chorus of cheers erupted from the surrounding area.

The herders were delighted that the old chieftain's fine horse had found a discerning buyer, and they were also very grateful to the Han Chinese who came to bid.

Tiger Head: Don't thank me! The purpose of the bidding was simply because I couldn't stand that Uyghur man oppressing the herdsmen.

Besides, what kind of horse couldn't they get by stealing it?
Buying this at a high price is not advisable!

General Gu and others shared the same idea as Tiger Head.

They were tall and strong, and they had Miao knives brought back from Sichuan and Chongqing hanging at their waists.

They look like they're not to be messed with.

Whenever they encountered a BMW, they would suddenly appear and compete with those Uyghur nobles for the price.

Focus on one thing: increase market price.

With the involvement of General Gu and his entourage, the market had only been open for a morning when some herdsmen, having received the news, hurriedly brought over their prized horses, which they had intended to sell in the last few days.
Lost in the hustle and bustle, noon arrived quickly.

At the edge of the market, rows of temporary tents and stalls had already been set up.

Many herders rely on the popularity of this large market to sell various local delicacies and handicrafts.

Don't tell me you don't know where the restaurants are.

The aroma of grilled lamb skewers draws hungry people in.

Different places have different cooking methods.

Gan Minglan and fifty others booked a large tent. The herdsman and his family who sold roasted lamb skewers never stopped smiling, their faces flushed with excitement.

The lamb skewers at his restaurant are cut into pieces the size of half an egg.

A skewer of meat weighs a full pound.

For most people, a skewer of roasted lamb, a few naan breads, and a cup of milk tea would be a luxurious meal.

But the people who came to their tent today were all nouveau riche.

The wealthy General Gu waved his hand and said, "Keep roasting! Keep roasting until we're full!"

Neither of them have small appetites.

General Gan could eat four large meat skewers in one sitting, let alone the other forty-nine people who were just eating rice.

Even halfway through the roasting process, the meat they had prepared earlier was not enough, so the herder family slaughtered an extra sheep.

They really made a great start!

During her contemplative moment after a satisfying meal, Gan Minglan also conducted some market research:
"What do you think of the lamb skewers from the Iri Valley compared to those from Kansai?"

"The meat is exceptionally fresh and tender! It's easy to chew and retains its original flavor! The sheep from the Iri Valley are definitely fed better than those from the Kansai region!"

"The lamb skewers in Kansai are made with large lambs, and the lamb is marinated with spices such as onions and cumin before grilling. The result is chewy and very fragrant."

"Ultimately, the grasslands in the Iri Valley are better; the cattle, sheep, and horses there are much fatter than those in Kansai."

"Mmm, it's a good place!"

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

This is a great place; we should hurry and make it our own.

After visiting the horse market in the morning, everyone had a preliminary understanding of this year's market prices and the quality of the cattle and horses.

Kansai has no shortage of warhorses.

Their goal for this trip is to find mares in their prime breeding years.

But for ordinary herders, a mare capable of giving birth is like a money tree, and they generally won't sell a mare unless absolutely necessary.

Gan Minglan comforted everyone, "Don't worry, it's only the first day. Let's do it this afternoon."

Before she could finish speaking, a commotion broke out outside the barbecue tent.

"Don't stop us! We need to find a benefactor to settle this matter!"

Everyone was completely baffled and got up to walk out of the tent.

The face that greeted me was a familiar one.

Tiger Head exclaimed in surprise, "This is the old man who sold that horse named Crimson Flame!"

The old chief's hair was disheveled, and there were obvious footprints on his clothes.

Upon seeing the tiger's head, he let out a loud "Woof!" and burst into tears.

"You must stand up for this old man, my dear!"

Tiger Head couldn't advance, so he held onto the old chief's hands:

"Old man, didn't you just sell your BMW worth a fortune? Who would dare to make you suffer?"

"A distinguished person, a distinguished person! See, I knew you were a distinguished person! You used gold prices when you were bidding back then, right?"

"Of course, what else could it be but the price of silver if not the price of gold?"

"Oh my, that's right! That shameless guy actually said he quoted a thousand taels of silver, and actually wanted to buy my Crimson Flame with a thousand taels of silver."

Of course I couldn't agree to that, but shamelessly, I agreed on the spot, so I have to sell it whether I want to or not!
He... he threw down a thousand taels of silver and robbed me of my Crimson Flame.

The old leader was so angry he jumped up and down, and his words became incoherent.

It took a lot of effort for Tiger Head to finally understand what he was saying.

The translation was given to Gan Minglan and others.

General Gu was so angry his nose almost twisted out of shape:

"If you can't afford it, don't come out here acting like a big shot! You're actually committing fraud in public! Old man, now I'm asking you, how do you want us to help you get justice?"

(End of this chapter)