Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 379 The Little Wolf Cub Picked Up by the Lord (23)
Yin Shang turned his head to Li Sidao calmly in the eyes of several subordinates who looked at him like a psychopath, "I will buy it back at any cost."

...She was originally a free life, but now she was brought to this kind of place and sold like a commodity.

Yin Shang was afraid that if he asked the price himself, what he would export would be blurted out instead of the price, and he would drag those sellers out and cut them off.

Li Si nodded. Obviously, he had seen many such scenes. He shouted the price at a leisurely pace, and occasionally turned his eyes to the cage on the exhibition stand on the first floor.

Bai Ling pretended to be dead, laying motionless on his stomach.

She had a slender knife tied around her waist, which couldn't be seen under the cover of the wolf fur, but if she made a big move, she might open a hole for herself.

She wasn't worried that Yin Shang would turn around and leave.

Whether he does the mental calculation or not, even if he doesn't want to buy it today, there will always be someone arranged to take a picture of her and send her there.

In the beginning, there were many bidders.

In the end, even Shadow's support quietly exited the stage, leaving only two voices staggering their bids.

When the high price of 500 taels of gold was called out in a wing room on the first floor, Bai Ling slightly turned his gaze there.

The person who bid the price was full of arrogance, and his tone was faintly arrogant, unlike Yin Shang or the people in his family, he was probably the General Yang in the original text.

She only glanced at it when she heard the voice in the box on the second floor sink and said, "One thousand and five hundred taels."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and turned his gaze towards the second floor, thinking, did Yin Shang recognize her?

In the original text, perhaps in order to save face for the heroine who has not yet appeared, Yin Shang didn't give her such a certainty at the auction, but only bid within the range that he could easily afford.

At that time, the two got to 800 taels little by little. When Yin Shang was a little impatient and didn't want to continue to increase the price, Yang Sheng also happened to give up in a lack of interest.

But this time...he actually raised the price so decisively.

Yin Shang is actually not short of money.

The first emperor didn't dare to give him an official position, he didn't dare to give him military power, but he gave him a lot of valuable things.

Although 500 taels of gold is a frighteningly large number, if Yin Shang wants it, he can't afford it.

He didn't complain at all about Li Si's arbitrariness. Instead, he kept silent when the other bidder was successful. He breathed a sigh of relief after winning the bid, and slowly relaxed his unconsciously tense body, leaning back in the chair.

This leader of the secret guard is more powerful than he thought, and he can be of great use.

After the auction is over, the cage will be moved back to the backyard by several people. After the fair is over, Yin Shang can go to pick up the goods.

The movements of the people who carried the cage were not light. Yin Shang saw that when Bai Ling was lifted up in the cage, his body lost his balance slightly, and he finally stabilized himself by grabbing the railing.

He watched the cage disappear into the end of his field of vision, and frowned tightly, a little uneasy, "Li Si, Zhao Liu, go and watch from the back."

The two hidden guards nodded, put on their bamboo hats, and walked out of the door without ostentation, but turned out of the window.

Yin Shang stayed in the room without moving.

Although it is not impossible to pick up the goods in advance, he just made a big move to take someone back, and he didn't want to be more conspicuous at this time, so he decided to wait until the end of the audience before leaving.

However, after sitting for half a cup of tea, he felt that there was a small hook installed in the backyard of the teahouse, and his soul was constantly floating there.

(End of this chapter)