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() Gongsun Jing said: "It's not the right time yet, we don't have a hard time getting this batch of goods, we always hope that more people will bid to raise the price higher."

Miao Shaotian stared and said, "Will anyone else come?"

Su Yang held a glass of wine to himself, and suddenly said: "Guard Miao's knowledge of arithmetic is not very good. There are still nine friends left, but only eight of them were killed. Naturally, there is one more."

Miao Shaotian said: "Who is it?"

Gongsun Jing didn't answer him directly, but smiled at Su Yang and asked, "Does Mr. Su know who it is?"

Su Yang sighed: "I know, I also want to learn from brother Zhao's method to cure that person's headache, but it's a pity..."

Zhao Yidao asked coldly: "What's the pity?"

Su Yang pointed to the gate and said, "It's a pity that the man's head is too big. Even if I can cure him, I'm afraid I'll be injured all over. If Brother Zhao is interested, you might as well try it."

Following Su Yang's direction, he suddenly heard the car rattling and horses neighing, a gorgeous cart with six horses was parked outside the door.

A fat, white-faced, beardless, bloated man came out of the carriage panting, from the door to the backyard, a short distance, and before halfway, he was already panting with exhaustion.

Behind him was a tall and thin man in black, following him closely like a shadow, with a scorched yellow face and sunken eyes, he looked like a consumptive man, but his steps were very light and strong, There was a pair of shining iron objects hanging on it, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pair of curved swords.

The odd-shaped weapons in the Jianghu are not only difficult to practice, but also difficult to forge. Nine out of ten people who can make this kind of weapons are masters.

Miao Shaotian, Zhao Yidao, and Baima Zhangsan, three pairs of sharp eyes immediately stared at the pair of curved swords.

The white horse Zhang San frowned, and asked Su Yang in a deep voice, "Who is this person?"

Su Yang glanced at Gongsun Jing and said, "Master Zhu from Wanjintang in Suzhou."

The white horse Zhang San asked, "Where's his bodyguard?"

Su Yang smiled and said, "I'm afraid he is just a poor man."

Hearing Su Yang's words, several people present turned their heads to look at Su Yang, all with surprise in their eyes, but Gongsun Jing looked at Su Yang with more eyes, with a little more secret approval.

The white horse Zhang San sneered and said: "Poor? Mr. Su's vision is too high. If someone who can use this kind of strange weapon is also a poor person, then at least half of the people in my White Horse League should go to beg for food, Master Miao , Zhaizhu Zhao, I'm afraid you won't be much better anywhere."

Su Yang kept his head down and drank one cup after another, as if he was talking to himself: "A bodyguard, but his master doesn't need his protection at all, and letting him follow behind is just a front. Isn't it pitiful for people?"

In Su Yang's impression, this bodyguard seems to be a vase-like character, but in fact his master's martial arts are far superior to him.

"Drunkard!" The white horse Zhang San cursed in a low voice.

Finally, after drinking three pots of wine in a row, the mechanical voice in Su Yang's heart sounded again:

"Drink half a catty of 30-year-old pure brewed Fenjiu, improve your drinking skills, and get the title of 'Drinker'."

With the sound of this sound, Su Yang's brain, which had already felt a little dizzy, suddenly became sober, and felt that his alcohol intake seemed to have increased a lot.

Su Yang is also quite proud: "Hey, if one day enters Jin Yong's world, how can I meet Xiao Feng without a good drinker? I still want to practice the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

At this moment, the fat man had finally finished the "long" road for him, and when he came to the yard, the first thing he said was: "I'm exhausted from this journey!"

The driver pulling the cart didn't cry tired, the humiliated bodyguard didn't cry tired, and even the person waiting for him didn't cry tired. This person who came by car, who looked like some kind of animal, actually cried tired.

Isn't this one of the tragedies of human beings, the voices of those who really give and those who sit back and enjoy their rewards are often completely opposite to their behavior.

Seeing this fat man, Gongsun Jing immediately had the most sincere smile on her face, punched everyone present, and said with a smile: "This is very good. Since First Young Master Zhu has arrived, everyone is here. Even if the five are not They are acquainted, and they must be known to each other, so there is no need for me to introduce them again."

Miao Shaotian said: "It's really not necessary."

The white horse Zhang San said: "We didn't come here to make friends."

Miao Shaotian stared at him sideways, and said, "Even if we were friends, because of this batch of goods, we are no longer friends."

Gongsun Jing said: "Happy, since this is the case, from there, everyone must have understood the rules of Qinglong's trading."

Without waiting for others to speak, Miao Shaotian said first: "It's natural, cash transaction, no deception, since we're here, we won't be empty-handed."

After speaking, he clapped his hands.

Clapping is like a contagious disease. After Miao Shaotian patted, Zhang San, the white horse, followed suit.

Nine sackclothed and red-haired strange men suddenly appeared from the darkness. Each of them carried a sackcloth bag in their hands. The bag was bulging, big enough to hold a large living person, and the weight was obviously not light.

There was another sound of heavy footsteps at the door, and the bearded man who had just thrown his horse onto the eaves walked in step by step, holding a large iron box high in both hands.

When he was on the horse, he lifted the weight as if it were light, but now he was carrying this box, his face was quite heavy, his black iron-like muscles bulged out one by one, every step he stepped on, immediately left deep footprints on the ground, Obviously, the contents of this box are actually heavier than that of the horse.

Gongsun Jing said with a satisfied smile: "Hedong's red hair and Hexi's white horse are indeed big men, and their moves are extraordinary, so I wonder what Zhao Dazhao is like?"

The muscles on Zhao Yidao's face twitched a few times, as if he was struggling with something, he finally raised his head and smiled stiffly after a while, saying: "Hedong with red hair, Hexi with white horses, all rich and powerful, how dare Taihang Kuaidao Come to fight, this batch of goods, we brothers will give up."

Miao Shaotian looked up and laughed wildly: "Okay, Boss Zhao really understands."

His laughter suddenly stopped, he stared at First Young Master Zhu like a flame, and said in a deep voice, "But I don't know what the young master of Wanjintang wants?"

The pig-like Young Master Zhu hadn't spoken yet, but Su Yang remembered: The next two are about to start fighting!

Young Master Zhu would embarrass Miao Shaotian in a lukewarm manner. Miao Shaotian was only able to use his hands. Young Master Zhu's martial arts were obviously better than Miao Shaotian's by more than a notch. He easily defeated Miao Shaotian and calmed down everyone.

According to the plot in my memory, I don't need to do anything now, as long as I follow behind, I can temporarily avoid the "bid" level.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Zhu did not embarrass Miao Shaotian as in the original novel, but suddenly raised his head to look at Su Yang.

First Young Master Zhu said with a smile: "I always thought there were only four buyers here, but I didn't expect there to be a drunkard."

Such a simple sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention to Su Yang. It seems that this Young Master Zhu is not only high in martial arts, but also deep in thought.

In business, the first bidder is always the most powerful, and the last bidder has the most advantage.

But not everyone is qualified to make the final bid. At least in the minds of these people, the weight of the words "Quaijian Xiaosu" is far inferior to "Wanjintang".

Miao Shaotian stared at Su Yang with piercing eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Master Su, how much are you going to pay for drinking so much wine from the Qinglong Club?"

The nine red-haired men had a tacit understanding, and they looked at Su Yang in unison, with unfriendly expressions.

With a twitch in Su Yang's heart, he knew that the second life-and-death test was coming.

If he insisted on bidding and insisted on competing with Miao Shaotian for the goods, Miao Shaotian's target would be changed from Young Master Zhu to himself.

Even with that mysterious "spiritual power", he is by no means his opponent now, as soon as the golden ring comes out, he will immediately end up with a brain burst.

And if he followed Zhao Yidao's example and didn't bid, on the one hand, he might be "killed", and on the other hand, if Gongsun Jing saw a flaw, he would attack him.

What's more, I have no money at all, not even a copper coin.

According to the "prodigal son" status set by the white-haired old man, there would be no property that could be used as mortgage.

After thinking about it for a while, Su Yang said something that made everyone stunned.

He picked up the remaining half jug of wine, lifted the lid of the jug, poured it all into his mouth, touched his mouth, and said with a smile:

"I don't have a penny."