Today I just want to post with the little junior sister who is passing by.

Chapter 5 "It's not scrap metal." (2072 words)
  The landlady waved her hand and said regretfully: "Apart from the price, the time for picking up the goods cannot be changed. This is a matter of principle. I definitely don't have enough time with so many orders a day."

Jiang Qiao originally wanted to say that time is a sponge, and it will always be there if you squeeze it, but in the end he adopted a tolerant policy.

Ability to use money.

Few people can resist the temptation of spiritual stones, and this lady boss is no exception.

In the end, Jiang Qiao bargained a lot, and the landlady finally asked him to pick up the goods four days later. In four days, based on the improvement of 5 favorability points every day, he should be able to survive until the day he gets the elixir.

At this moment, Li Wentian was standing outside the shop, passing the time out of boredom. He was stepping on the bricks back and forth step by step, each foot landing exactly on the inside of the brick, not exceeding its edge gap.

His original plan was very good. He would take Jiang Qiao to buy a spirit plate first, and then go to the auction house. But now he might not have enough time, and the black market would end in a while.

The original plan to cheat on the spirit plate can be done at any time, but the opening time of the auction house is fixed. Once you miss the item you want to buy, the next time you want to get the same quality weapon, you don't know until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

hiss……

Jiang Qiao walked out of the shop in a few steps, and the result of his talk was four days. So be it.

He said to Li Wentian: "Where to go next?"

"Auction house, you buy something for me, and we'll settle everything."

The auction house is to the northeast of the black market. Jiang Qiao's legs were broken when he walked over. In his previous life, he would not have been so tired even if he exercised slightly.

"You can get in with five hundred spirit stones. Young Master Jiang, please help pay the price.

"Ah, yes, plus you, you will have to pay a total of one thousand spirit stones."

Jiang Qiao smiled stiffly and silently paid for it. After all, he would have to rely on this guy next time he entered the black market.

There are a total of six floors of seats in the auction house. Since Jiang Qiao and Li Wentian bought the auction temporarily, the VIP seats located on the high platform overlooking the auction are naturally not available to them.

They can only sit at the bottom.

Fresh fruits were prepared for each seat, and while the two of them were waiting for the auction house to open, they waited with each bite of grapes.

"What do you want to take a picture of?"

"I want to buy better quality fire beads to set on the sword."

"Row."

When the auction opened, the first thing that appeared was a blood-red fire bead.

The insider who presided over the auction shouted: "The appearance of this fire condensing bead has been identified as Grade B by the treasure appraiser, and the starting price is 100 spiritual stones.

"Three, two, one, start grabbing."

Li Wentian held his chin up as if waiting: "Let's not bid for now. Many people here don't really want to buy beads, but they will raise the price. Let's wait for a while and wait until the number of people gradually dwindles. Then we can start again." Take action.”

Jiang Qiao didn't know how much it cost to shoot this bead, but he knew that he had actually spent a lot of money on the black market. It was one thing to have money, but it was another thing to live within one's means.

When auctioning this thing, the rising range of the bidding is uncertain, so before that, he must ask the matter clearly: "We will leave if we get 20,000 spiritual stones for this bead. If we can't get it, I won't give it to you again." You took the shot."

"Hey, didn't we agree before that we would leave as soon as we took this photo, but I brought you to the black market."

"Now that I'm in the black market, it's not difficult to find someone to take me out of the black market."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Li Wentian was not in a happy mood. If he hadn't run out of time tonight, he had managed to get a lot of money from Jiang Qiao. If he hadn't been hunted down for no apparent reason tonight, he would have succeeded.

In the end, 12,000 spirit stones captured the Fire Ningzhu. The distinguished guests sitting on the high platform didn't care too much about the quality of the fire beads, and the price was not driven up to an outrageous level.

Before Li Wentian tricked Jiang Qiao here, he also made a simple analysis and estimate of Jiang Qiao's spending situation. A young man like Jiang Qiao would definitely not want something too rare, but something like this Hu Ning Zhujiang The bridge is definitely affordable.

"Let's go, let's go." After getting something that satisfied him, Li Wentian told Jiang Qiao that it was time to leave.

But Jiang Qiao still sat there motionless, staring at the second lot.

The second lot is the Broken Red Sword.

Jiang Qiao had entered the galgame game before and watched the animation. The copy also mentioned the legend of the Broken Red Sword. Now he has finally seen it with his own eyes. Since he has seen it, he must applaud it to make the trip worthwhile.

Li Wentian was stunned: "This sword looks very useless at first glance. It is only rated D. It is just a pile of scrap metal."

"It's not scrap metal." Jiang Qiao retorted.

According to the description of the cutscene, there is no doubt about the power of the Broken Red Sword, but few people know it.

When going through the plot of the first four deaths, Jiang Qiao heard people mention this sword four times, and they all said it was: the broken red sword was valued at a low price on the black market and had a magical reversal. A mysterious swordsman photographed it and became famous all over the world.

According to the current timeline, the mysterious swordsman has not purchased the Broken Red Sword.

"I'm going to take pictures."

As long as he could find a way to become stronger, Jiang Qiao would never give up.

"Are you crazy? Of course if you have money, just buy it. Anyway, I don't think many people want this thing."

Li Wentian waved his hand, seeming to define the Broken Red Sword.

When the auction started, the number of bidders was obviously depressed. There were only four people bidding, and the starting price was only 1 spirit stone.

Each bid is 5 spirit stones+.

The price of the Broken Red Sword gradually increased from 1 spirit stone to 56 spirit stones.

"56 spirit stones once, 56 spirit stones twice..."

The insiders who hosted the auction were not very interested in the auction of the Broken Red Sword. The introduction to the Broken Red Sword at the beginning was also very perfunctory. It was a pile of scrap materials. If you buy this sword, you can only re-forge it in the furnace.

"The guest on the 100nd directly gave the price of 100 spirit stones, spirit stones once..."

Jiang Qiao was No. 32, and there was a No. 6 bidding against him on the field. He thought this must be the mysterious swordsman who would later become famous all over the world.

But it's a pity that he must definitely win the Broken Red Sword.

The auction soon reached a fever pitch.

"No. 132 shot another spirit stones!"

"Number 600 followed closely and offered spirit stones!"

Everyone in the ordinary or VIP seats was shocked by this. They had no idea that an ordinary sword could be sold at such a price.

Many VIPs thought that this sword was only worth less than 100 spirit stones. Now it suddenly rose to 600 spirit stones, making it difficult for them not to suspect that the man on the nd was in trouble.

The guests were discussing attentively during the dinner, but Jiang Qiao didn't care about all this. As long as the sword is taken within 10 spirit stones, then everything will be worth it.

When Li Wentian saw this situation, he immediately told Jiang Qiao to rein in the situation: "You are crazy. This price is already unfair! I advise you not to take the photo."

(End of this chapter)