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The Treasure Pavilion is a place where rare and precious items from around the world are auctioned, and it is a favorite spot for the powerful and wealthy in the capital to buy their desired items.

Wei Jingxing and Wei Zhaoyan were the eldest grandsons of the Wei family. Although they were young, they had tokens in their hands, and the servants downstairs did not dare to stop them.

Renbao was led by the two men up to private room number eight on the second floor.

"Little sister, just tell your brother what you want, and I'll buy it for you!" Wei Zhaoyan said boldly, patting his chest as he sat down.

The Treasure Pavilion has a wide variety of food; you can enjoy it in a private room for ten taels of silver.

This is why the two brothers often come here: firstly, to watch the excitement, and secondly, to eat their fill.

Wei Jingxing came in carrying a full plate of pastries, and upon hearing this, couldn't help but glance at him: "Do you have money?"

Wei Zhaoyan's face fell, and she sighed, resting her chin on her hand: "A few taels of silver is too much to ask."

"Little sister, ignore him. Tell your brother what you want to eat, and I'll get it." Wei Jingxing placed the pastries in front of Renbao.

Renbao really liked the handsome older brother in front of her who was also very caring. She smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, brother."

She ate a pastry in each hand very quickly, finishing it in no time.

"I'll go get it!" Wei Zhaoyan rushed out of the private room.

Tao Xiang knew Ren Bao had a big appetite, so under everyone's astonished gazes, she took five plates of meat, five plates of pastries, five plates of melons and fruits, five plates of candied fruit, ten bowls of sweet soup, and ten bowls of crispy mountain cakes...

"You didn't come in here to freeload, did you? Taking so much!"

"How much can they eat?"

The VIPs and servants in the private rooms also came to get food. Seeing her going back and forth, they were dumbfounded and then gathered together to chatter.

They took a special look at the private room that Tao Xiang was going in and out of.

Soon, word spread throughout the entire Treasure Pavilion that a starving ghost had arrived in private room number eight.

"Distinguished guests, the first item in our treasure pavilion today is this thousand-year-old ginseng. Its medicinal effects are extraordinary; it can not only prolong life but also bring the dying back to life!"

The auctioneer spoke with great enthusiasm, and as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of drums began.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Renbao was drinking from the crispy mountain when he heard a noise and curiously peered out the window.

When the lid of the sandalwood box was opened, a ginseng root, its entire body slender and coiled like a dragon, with a glossy, oily surface and a length of one foot, came into view.

The strong medicinal smell spread out, quite overpowering!

The eyes of everyone in the private room widened instantly, and they leaned forward.

Wei Zhaoyan also looked on eagerly, and he was very tempted: "Brother, Grandfather is not in good health, let's buy this thousand-year-old ginseng."

Wei Jingxing, also intrigued, touched the hundred silver notes in his pocket: "Let's see the auction price first."

Renbao put down the bowl, licked her lips with lingering satisfaction, and looked up when she heard their conversation: "Is a thousand-year-old ginseng very valuable?"

"A thousand-year-old ginseng, starting bid five hundred taels!"

The auctioneer calls out a bid.

Renbao's eyes changed; his chubby little hands gripped the windowsill tightly, and his round eyes sparkled with surprise.

She has hundreds of thousand-year-old ginseng plants! They were all gifts from various herbal gods to celebrate her birthday.

We're rich! We're rich!

Renbao couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips and burst out laughing.

"Has my sister gone mad?" Wei Zhaoyan whispered in Wei Jingxing's ear.

Renbao's hearing was extraordinary, and upon hearing this, he immediately looked at him and said, "Renbao isn't crazy! Renbao has lots and lots of thousand-year-old ginseng, I'm going to get rich!"

Wei Zhaoyan was now even more certain.

His adorable little sister Renbao was talking in her sleep.

The person in the private room next door, number seven, immediately made a price offer after hearing the initial quote.

"Eight hundred taels!"

"One thousand taels!"

"One thousand two hundred taels!"

……

Bidding voices rang out one after another, and the price went straight up to five thousand taels.

Renbao pondered deeply, Renbao was shocked, Renbao was overjoyed.

She's really going to make a fortune!

The Treasure Pavilion, what a wonderful place!

She tugged at Tao Xiang's sleeve: "Sister Tao Xiang, go and call them over here! I have lots of thousand-year-old ginseng to sell them!"

Tao Xiang said awkwardly, "Miss, the Treasure Pavilion has a rule that all rare items must be sold through auction."

Renbao exclaimed, his little brain working like crazy: "I've got it! Sister Taozixiang, call the owner of the Treasure Pavilion and tell him that Renbao wants to go down and bid too!"

Tao Xiang was stumped. She was just a maid; she didn't have that ability!

Just as she was struggling to find a way to answer, Wei Jingxing's words relieved her.

"Sister, let's take a look first, and we can talk about selling the thousand-year-old ginseng later, okay?"

"OK!"

Renbao nodded obediently, happily counting his chubby little hands.

"One plant sells for five thousand taels, ten plants would be fifty thousand taels, and one hundred plants would be five hundred thousand taels!"

"Wow! Sister Peach Fragrance, I don't need to set up a fortune-telling stall anymore, we have so much money!"

Tao Xiang and the other two were completely dumbfounded.

Compal really has a talent for arithmetic; he calculates very accurately.

He is clearly intelligent, yet he seems not so intelligent.

Where did this thousand-year-old ginseng come from?!

They dared not speak, nor dared they ask.

"Five thousand taels once! Twice! Three times! Congratulations to guest number seven for acquiring a thousand-year-old ginseng!" The auctioneer brought down the gavel.

The servant boy, number seven, carried down the five thousand taels of silver notes and carefully accepted the thousand-year-old ginseng.

Everyone looked at Room Seven with envy.

"Where is the thousand-year-old ginseng? I want it!" A figure suddenly rushed in.

Everyone looked over.

"Wow, that brother is so handsome, I like him so much!" Renbao pointed to the boy who had just come in below.

Wei Jingxing looked over and his lips twitched. The person who came was the Third Prince, a notorious playboy in the capital. He always dressed in brightly colored clothes and walked with his head full of gold swaying. He was both noble and ostentatious.

Renbao is still young and doesn't understand what looks good. Wei Jingxing wanted to correct Renbao's aesthetic sense, but when his gaze fell on her gold-clad outfit, he fell silent.

"Third Prince, you're too late. The thousand-year-old ginseng has already been auctioned off," the auctioneer explained gently.

The third prince glared: "Who! Show yourself! I'll sell it for double the price!"

All eyes turned to Room No. 7, whose windows remained tightly closed. After a long while, the other party remained silent, clearly indicating their refusal.

The third prince was filled with regret; he really needed the thousand-year-old ginseng.

Upon learning that Number Seven had won with 5,000 taels, he gritted his teeth and raised his bet: "50,000 taels!"

ten times!

Everyone gasped! Their gazes hardened as they looked towards Private Room No. 7!

After a moment, the other party remained unmoved.

The auctioneer chuckled twice and quickly introduced another rare item to attract everyone's attention.

Just then, Renbao leaned out of the window.

Tao Xiang had a bad feeling and quickly went forward to try to pick her up.

Unfortunately, it's still a step too late.

Renbao shouted at the Third Prince, "Fifty thousand taels, I'll sell it to you!"

Swish!

Everyone looked up at the person peeking out from private room number eight, and for a moment thought they were seeing things.

A snow-white and rosy-cheeked three-year-old baby!

The auctioneer chuckled, "Little one, you have a thousand-year-old ginseng in your hand?"

"Yes, there are hundreds!"