Yuanshen, first let Ningguang lose me a Ganyu

Ke Qing tried her best to appear calm, and said nonchalantly, "I'm ashamed, I just did a little work."

Ning Guang: "Ah..."

Su Mu: "This..."

Gan Yu: "Well..."

Miss Yeyang hesitated for a moment, "Should I say...Master Keqing, you are amazing?"

Ke Qing: "..."

The cat's ears drooped feebly.

Life is not easy, Ah Qing sighed: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Ningguang was indeed a little surprised.

After all, after working with Keqing for so many years, it was the first time that she knew that Keqing had such accomplishments in painting, that he was chosen by Mr. Su as the imperial illustrator.

But there is no need to care about such details, she believes in Mr. Su's vision, and has no intention of examining Ke Qing.

After saying goodbye, he took Gan Yu and left together, returned to Qunyu Pavilion, and began to prepare for the limited hardcover edition.

......

In Liyue Port, Lord Tianquan's energy is unquestionable.

Just in the past day, the news of the release of the third volume of Teacher With Knife Without Umbrella on a Rainy Night has spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Along with that came the announcement of a limited edition.

"Luxurious packaging, the book comes with Teacher Yuye's autograph, and the exquisite illustrations by the talented and beautiful girl painter [Yu Heng] herself, perfectly restoring the famous scene, giving you a different experience!"

"There are only [-] volumes on sale for the first time, and the auction sponsored by Lord Ningguang will be held at [-]:[-] p.m. in Qunyu Pavilion, so stay tuned!"

There is plenty of suspense.

Illustrations are unfamiliar to most people in Liyue. Liyue's readers buy books for the content of the book.

In this respect, Rice Wife is just the opposite.

"Buy illustrations, give toilet paper" is a very common thing in the light novel world. Although there are indeed excellent works, they are only a few after all.

The book returns to the topic.

Mr. Yuye's signature, and a beautiful illustration by a beautiful girl artist [Yu Heng] who has never heard of it. The latter is incomprehensible, but the former alone is enough to make many loyal readers spend a lot of money.

As a country of commerce and a country of contracts, there are not many rich people in Liyue.

At six o'clock tonight, it is destined to be a war without gunpowder.

Twilight is deep.

On the Qunyu Pavilion, the open space has been arranged.

A small number of guests (fat) and people (sheep) are invitations sent by Ningguang himself, and the majority of guests rely on their own contacts to come up.

Almost all those who are willing to participate in this auction tonight are loyal readers of Mr. Yuye and are willing to spend money for it. The number of people is about a hundred.

However, only [-] volumes were auctioned for the first release, which meant that at least two-thirds of the people present were destined to return empty-handed.

"The competition is fierce."

Scanning the surrounding guests, the tall and bold woman clenched her fists, then looked at the young ronin beside her, "Manye, how many Mora did you bring?"

"I only brought 20."

The young ronin named "Maplehara Manyo" was a little hesitant when he heard the words, "Could it be that... Big Sister thinks it's not enough?"

"It's hard to say."

Beidou crossed his arms, and the soft slime was ready to come out.

She sighed, "When that woman Ningguang sent me an invitation today, I felt that I was going to be slaughtered by her, but for Teacher Yuye's sake, I endured it."

"I thought 20 moras, auctioning a book is not easy? But have you seen the guests tonight? Each one is more difficult to deal with."

"Nuo, for example, the one who is drinking tea over there, the guest Zhongli from Xiangshengtang, although he always doesn't bring Mo La, someone pays for him! The bills are either sent to Xiangshengtang or Beiguo Bank, never Worry about spending."

"Another example is the one in the corner, Xingqiu, the second son of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce, two words, rich."

"Yunjin of Yunhan Society is in charge, with Ningguang standing behind her, rich."

"Yuheng Xing Keqing, who came from a wealthy family, has a high position and authority, and is also rich."

"...how do I feel that we are the poorest?"

The more he talked, the more he lost his confidence, and Beidou was hit hard.

As the leader of the Southern Cross fleet, she has a ship of brothers to support, so naturally she can't do whatever she wants and spend a lot of money on her hobbies.

It is the 20 moras that I saved bit by bit, plus a part of the private money contributed by Manyo.

No matter how much it is, it's not impossible to get it out, but it will definitely affect the fleet's economy.

20 moras may sound like a huge sum of money, but in the eyes of real rich people, it may be just a day's pocket money.

"Big sister, let's do our best." Fengbara Manyo had a good temper.

Fortunately for me, but for my life, Feng told him that there should be a good result tonight.

"I hope so." Beidou was listless, and sat back in his seat, waiting for the auction to arrive.

Tonight's host is Bai Xiao.

Originally, Ningguang wanted to do it herself, but for some reason, she gave up the idea and handed it over to the secretary to do it.

The atmosphere at the scene was very enthusiastic, and there was no need to make a special move. Just as Bai Xiao called out the starting price of [-] moras, someone couldn't help but hold up a sign and said loudly:

"I will pay ten thousand moras!"

The prices in reality are naturally not as exaggerated as in the game. A piece of fisherman's toast costs nine hundred moras, which is a bit outrageous to be true.

Ten thousand moras is enough for a family of three to live in a decent situation for a month, which is not a small sum.

"Fifty thousand moras." The second bidder was Xing Qiu. As the second son of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce, his financial resources were beyond doubt.

The man was still unwilling to reconcile, so he called the price several times tentatively, and finally Xing Qiu made a final decision with a price of [-] moras.

The first hardcover limited illustration edition was finally won by Xingqiu.

Then came the second... and the third...

Beidou was lucky, and others were willing to give her face, so she didn't miss the limited edition.

In the end, even Keqing couldn't hold back, and successfully won her own work at a price of 12 with zero manuscript fee for collection.

As time passed, and as the inventory became less and less, the subsequent auctions were much more intense than the beginning.

Soon the last volume will be reached.

The atmosphere of the auction has completely reached its peak.

"17 million moras!"

"17 moras!"

"I offer 17 moras!"

One after another, the bidding sounds sounded one after another, and most of them were increased little by little, but there were no exceptions.

"20 million moras!"

The speaker was a middle-aged wealthy businessman who was engaged in the jade industry. Recently, he just found out that the daughter of one of the partners he wanted to cooperate with was fascinated by a novel, so he planned to shoot a limited edition and give it to him.

"One time for 20, two times for 20..." Bai Xiao looked around, "If there are no other bids from other customers, this last book will be up to..."

Not finished yet.

A certain Ke Qing who did not want to be named who was sitting in the corner drinking tea first put down his teacup and raised his sign for the first time.

"One million moras."

"Yes... Mr. Zhongli?"

The middle-aged wealthy businessman opened his mouth, and at the end, he couldn't help laughing bitterly: "I didn't expect that even you are so enthusiastic about this novel?"

As a guest minister of Xiangshengtang, he is extraordinarily handsome and knowledgeable, Zhongli's reputation is not small.

The middle-aged wealthy businessman also asked the other party to help identify several pieces of jade, so he is no stranger to him.

However, in his impression, this Mr. Zhongli has a calm personality. He looks very young, but he has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

No matter how you look at it, you don't look like someone who will be addicted to a novel!

"As entrusted by the hall master, I hope Boss Meng will forgive me."

Zhong, the retired man, the old father of the past life hall, never brings money, never starved to death, Li slightly nodded, as if a little helpless, "I... can't handle her."

Hu Tao, the head of the Hall of Rebirth, is a young girl. It seems that it is not incomprehensible that the other party will like this type of novel.

Boss Meng shook his head and sighed, "Since it was Mr. Zhongli who spoke, I have no choice but to withdraw from the competition."

"Once for 25 million, twice for 25 million, and three times for 25 million."

As the host, Bai Xiao couldn't even close his mouth from laughing.

The cost price of the so-called hardcover limited edition was only a few thousand moras, but now it has doubled hundreds of times!

What is sudden profit!

As expected of Master Ningguang!

the other side.

A certain retired man surnamed Zhong who successfully completed the task subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the entrustment of the hall master when we set off: "If you can't bring back the limited edition, you have to pay the bill you sent back before~?"

He shook his head, a little uncertain: "This time... it should be fine, right?"

"Mr. Zhongli? Mr. Zhongli?"

Bai Xiao called twice, then coughed lightly: "Here is your bill, may I ask..."

"Ok?"

After regaining his senses, Zhong Li planned to say "send the bill back to Xiangshengtang" as usual.

But after thinking about it, his voice paused, "The bill...send it to Beiguo Bank."

"The recipient's name is Dadalia."

Chapter 63 Mere crumb fox, want to seduce me too?

Time flies.

In the next few days, the turmoil brought about by the auction gradually fermented.

The original [-] limited hardcover editions fell into the hands of an editor sent by Yae Shenzi to inquire about the news by chance, and was taken back by the latter.

Mingshen Taisha.

Looking at the illustrated hardcover book in front of him.

Pink Fur Fox is in a bad mood right now.

Behind her back, Teacher Yuye came up with something new with that woman, Ningguang. Although she knew that she had no reason or position to criticize, she was still very upset.

If I have to describe it, this feeling is like "I'm waiting for you to send New Year's greetings on New Year's Eve, but you are too busy with another woman to have a sweet double row and don't call me!"

"My lord?"

On the side, the female editor named "Huang Gu" opened her mouth a little apprehensively, and whispered, "Are you... all right?"

From just now, Miyazaki-sama has been expressionless as if someone owed her money. This is the first time when Araya saw Miyazaki-sama so unhappy, he almost couldn't write the words "I'm very angry" on the face.

"It's okay, what can I do?"

The pink-haired fox suddenly smiled, as if the displeasure just now was just an illusion.

Araya swallowed, feeling even more anxious.

She really couldn't bear the low air pressure around her, she originally wanted to excuse her to leave, but hesitated for a while, and still couldn't help whispering:

"My lord, recently many readers are urging the publication time of the third volume, look..."