Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 127 When a money fan meets a money fan

"Knock knock."

The door of the private room was knocked.

"Come in." Feng Yinyin picked up another candy and put it in her mouth, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

There was a "squeak" sound, the door was opened, and the auctioneer walked over quickly with a receipt in his hand.

"Princess."

"master."

The auctioneer saluted the two, then handed the receipt in front of the two, folded his hands in front of him, and said proudly: "Master, you are really good at handing the colored villain book Putting it up for auction at the end, I didn't expect it to fetch a sky-high price!"

When Qingyange heard it, her eyes shone brightly, and she asked excitedly, "How much money was auctioned in total?"

The auctioneer smiled triumphantly, and straightened his waist, "Princess, a total of 1000 taels of silver have been auctioned!"

Qing Yange gasped in shock.

You must know that the 50-year-old ginseng just now was sold at this price.

"Thank you, go down." Feng Yinyin took the receipt, waved her hand, and pushed the auctioneer away.

Qingyange stretched out her hand happily, and the corners of her mouth curled up, "Can I go to the bank to withdraw money with this receipt?"

Because the auction house usually has a huge amount of transactions, in order to make it easier for the owner of the item to be auctioned, the auction house directly deposits the auctioned silver into the bank, and only gives a receipt.

Feng Yinyin pulled the receipt back to her face, her thin lips parted lightly: "Princess, don't worry, let's settle the account carefully."

"What account?" Qingyange was at a loss, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Fengyinyin Gourd.

A gleam of light flashed across Feng Yinyin's dark eyes that looked like Hei Yao, and he said: "Princess, according to the rules, the auction house will charge [-]% of the price of the item at auction, which is a commission."

Qingyange picked out her ears, thinking that she had heard it wrong, "This...isn't this the property of the Princess Mansion?"

Feng Yinyin nodded and smiled, "Yes."

"Then I also charge a commission for auctioning items in my own auction house?" Qing Yange asked incredulously.

"Princess, brothers have to settle their accounts clearly~" Feng Yinyin said without giving in at all.

Qing Yange sighed, then compromised, "Okay, okay."

Anyway, Feng Yinyin took 900% of it, and she still has [-] taels of silver, which is also a huge sum of money.

Qingyange thought cheerfully.

She hooked her fingers again and urged, "Can you give me the receipt now?"

The smile on the corner of Feng Yinyin's mouth continued to widen, he took out the small abacus from his bosom, and handed it to Qing Yange.

"What does this mean?" Qing Yange asked, pointing at the abacus.

Feng Yinyin's thin lips curled up slightly, answering Qingyange's questions: "Princess, the private room you are in now is the largest one in our auction house."

"So?" Qing Yange raised her eyebrows.

"100 taels at a time, because you are my own, I will give you a half discount, 50 taels." When Feng Yinyin talked about silver, her eyes were full of stars, like a beautiful galaxy.

"..." Qing Yange felt as if he had eaten a fly, and his heart was in a panic.

"And the tea in front of me is top-notch, and a tael is worth a thousand gold." Feng Yinyin pointed to the teapot in front of Qing Yange with a smile on her face.

"...So how much money do you have to charge?" Qingyange frowned and asked.

Feng Yinyin smiled kindly, and said in a melodious tone, "A small cup is 50 taels, princess, I just counted it, you drank five cups in total, here is 250 taels."

？ ！！

"What did you say?" Qing Yange asked again.

"Five cups of high-quality Maojian, 250 taels." Feng Yinyin repeated very caringly.

Only then did Qing Yange react.

No wonder ah no wonder.

It's no wonder that every time she took a sip of tea, she heard the sound of the abacus being turned. I dare to say that this man planned to take money from her from the very beginning!

"The charge for these five cups of tea is actually more expensive than such a large private room?!" Qing Yange questioned.

With a smile on the corner of Feng Yinyin's mouth, she responded softly: "Princess, the preciousness of this item does not lie in its size, but in its value. For the Maojian you just drank, it takes about 50 years for a tea plant to pick one or two, so the value is natural. Not cheap."

So this Maojian is not the Maojian she knows?
You must know that in modern times, a catty is several hundred yuan!

There is a difference of millions of times between the thousand gold in ancient times and the hundreds of dollars in modern times.

"...Then you can deduct it from the money in the auction." Qing Yange reluctantly gave up.

Feng Yinyin nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to the fruit plate on the table, "By the way, the princess still has this fruit plate—"

"Are you collecting money too?!" Qing Yange interrupted immediately, the decibel was a few points higher.

Feng Yinyin closed his eyes and smiled lightly, he shook his head, "Princess, you have such a large amount of consumption in my auction house, I just wanted to say that this fruit plate is for you. But—"

"But what?" Qing Yange breathed a sigh of relief, and she asked.

"Princess, you have lighted high-quality ambergris in this wing, and you need to pay 20 taels of silver." Feng Yinyin changed the subject, and spit out a series of numbers leisurely.

Qing Yange's face lost all color in an instant, she clutched her chest, and answered with gnashed teeth: "Yes, yes, no, yes!"

Feng Yinyin took back the abacus, shook it in the air, reset it to zero, and hid it in her arms again.

The corner of his mouth raised a brilliant arc, and he replied: "No more, princess."

A quarter of an hour later.

Feng Yinyin, the auctioneer, and a group of servants stood at the door of the auction house together. They bent down in unison and said, "Welcome the princess next time!"

Qing Yange, who was about to climb into the carriage, was staggered by the roar and almost fell out.

"Princess, be careful." Qing Yuan helped Qing Yange into the carriage with a worried face.

Alas, the princess has been in such a distraught state ever since the money was withheld by Mr. Feng.

Qing Yange quickly waved her hand, and urged Qing Yuan: "Hurry up, hurry up, let the carriage leave this place quickly."

She didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

Finally, I got 1000 taels of silver in the auction of the comic book, and now there are only 580 taels left!
Nearly half of it went into Feng Yinyin's pocket!

She didn't propose to go to that private room, she didn't ask to drink that tea, and she didn't even mention the main points of ambergris!

Routine ah routine.

Feng Yinyin is indeed a black-hearted capitalist!
The gate of the auction house.

The auctioneer praised Feng Yinyinlian: "Master, the fortune teller is right. You have a red mole in the corner of your eye today. You are really making money every day! Princess Guang spent more than 400 yuan just now." Two silver coins, this is a big account! No wonder you let us all come out to see the princess off."

The auctioneer paused, then asked cautiously: "But master, when will the princess come next time?"

Feng Yinyin stretched out her fingertips, wiped off the red mole on her cheeks, and slightly parted her thin lips: "She probably won't come to visit again in the future."

(End of this chapter)