A mourning stick is worth ten thousand yuan, which is really hard to believe.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Tang Qixuan, wanting to see what this great manager said.

Tang Qixuan did not answer directly, but looked at the old man beside Housheng. He handed the mourning stick to the old man and said, "I know you may not accept it, but our black market has always been a perfect match, and it is impossible to make random money. I think this is better, you can feel it yourself first."

Obviously, Tang Qixuan could see that the young man was not very capable, and the one who was really capable was this old guy.

When the old man saw Tang Qixuan say this, he nodded slightly and took over the mourning stick.

In just a moment, the old man's face changed and he said in surprise: "This evil spirit is so evil..."

Tang Qixuan said slowly: "Not anyone can control this mourning stick, which makes it different from other magic tools, and has limitations. However, no one can deny its value. First, the material for making this mourning stick is not the ordinary material for refining magic tools. It is neither gold, silver, nor copper, nor iron. Even I can't tell what material it was made of... Then talk about the evil spirit on it, and the weirdness in it is even more difficult to describe... Hell, the black and white impermanence of the King of Hell was awesome and terrifying. If this magic weapon had no mystery, it would have been killed long ago..."

At the end, he looked at the old man, reached out his hand, and said lightly: "So you think the valuation I gave should be fair..."

"Just!" The old man nodded helplessly and returned the mourning stick to Tang Qixuan.

Even after the old man himself identified the value of the mourning tactic, everyone present naturally knew that Tang Qixuan must be right.

Many people really didn't expect that Zhang Yu's random magic weapon would be worth ten thousand yuan.

"It's really worth so much. Good guy, this is not bad. He has magic weapons in his suitcase, and one magic weapon is enough to participate in the auction house. That's right, I don't know how much other magic weapons are worth. I guess they can't be worth too much. Maybe they took out the most precious ones when they came up. It's also possible."...

Everyone was talking, and the little girl Zhang Yinling could no longer contain her excitement. She was so excited that she clenched her pink fist and her body trembled a little. When the old man personally admitted the value of this mourning stick, Zhang Yinling almost jumped up excitedly.

The little girl looked directly at the young man and said arrogantly: "I just saw the joy you played just now. Now I know it's amazing! I deserve it if you let me show off! Take the robes quickly!"

After seeing the old man admitting the value of mourning, his face turned blue and white. Now that he heard Zhang Yinling's words, he almost turned his back to his anger.

He gritted his teeth, pointed at Zhang Yinling, and said hatefully: "You...you..."

"What do I do!" the little girl was so energetic that she curled her lips and said, "Hurry up and bring the robes. There are so many people on the scene to testify, and the people in the black market are also notary publics. Don't think about betraying the debt!"

"I'm damnable, who do you look down on me..." The young man gritted his teeth again and shouted: "Sister, are you enough to grow? Let's bet another game!"

"Just bet, who is afraid of whom? You are afraid that you have no valuable things!" Zhang Yinling was extremely proud and said a little unconscious. This is also because in her eyes, Zhang Yu will definitely win.

When everyone present heard that they wanted to bet and were more energetic, everyone wanted to see what the bet was this time, and young people could still take out more valuable magic weapons. Everyone understood that since they dared to bet, it means that the value of this magic weapon would be at least more than 10,000 yuan, otherwise they would not be qualified to bet at all.

The young man said fiercely: "I have another magic weapon here, or this gambling method, depending on who has a higher value. If I win, you will return the cassock to me. If I lose, this magic weapon will be lost to you!"

However, as soon as his words were settled, the old man around him immediately said, "Young master, you can't bet anymore! Give him the cassock!"

"No..." The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he had never expected that the old man would ask him to hand over the cassock. The young man said anxiously: "Give him the cassock, then why do we explain to my father after we go back!"

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet and give it to him!" This time, the old man said seriously.

His eyes were staring at the young man tightly, and his tone was even more undeniable.

Seeing the old man like this, the young man felt a sudden heart and said reluctantly: "Okay, okay... give him..."

The old man gestured to the middle-aged man under his command. The middle-aged man understood what it meant. He bet on the black market and asked the black market to be witnesses. That would be impossible to cheat. If he loses, he can only admit his bad luck.

The middle-aged man took out the cassock and presented it to the old man. The old man threw the cassock onto the counter with dissatisfaction, and then said, "Let's go!"

After saying that, he walked straight out of the crowd.

The young young man and two middle-aged men just followed him, and the young man was still full of reluctance and hatred on the young man's face. Zhang Yinling still looked at him proudly, curled his lips and said with a smile: "I deserve it, let you show off... I'll be honest this time..."

Everyone saw that the four old men looked unlucky. When they walked over, they made way and let the four of them walk over.

The four of them didn't go to the appraisal station for the righteous magic weapon, but they thought they would go out directly. This was true. After losing such a big person, they had no intention of making an appraisal.

As he was about to reach the stairs, the young man said hatefully: "What do you mean? Why don't you let me bet with him again? As long as we take out this thing, we will definitely win!"

"I will definitely win, how do you know? What if I lose?" said the old man.

"How could you lose..." said the young man dissatisfied.

"I'll tell you the truth. The mourning stick has an ancient aura, which is definitely a magic weapon of the Ming Dynasty!" the old man said seriously.

"I know this, so what? Is it more precious than our things?" The young man was still dissatisfied. "When I left the house, my father had a stock price, which was worth at least 20,000 yuan!"

"I know..." the old man said lightly.

"Do you know you're still stopping me?" said the young man dissatisfied.

"Because we don't have the confidence to win, and we can't afford to lose this thing!" the old man said seriously.

"How could I not win, but I won..." said the young man strongly.

"Do you think he only has such a mourning stick? Tell you, this kind of magic weapon with a history of hundreds of years would not appear, or it would not appear once it appeared, it would be piles!" The old man said seriously: "It's like the copper coins in unearthed cultural relics. Once it is unearthed, it will be several baskets..."
Chapter completed!