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Chapter 342

Chapter 342

Ming Lanruo casually threw a piece of silver to him and said coldly: "As a reward, let my sister have fun today. If the people in the stands don't let my sister hunt, then let my sister play charity."

Game, six thousand taels is more than enough to buy all your slaves tonight."

Xu Xiuyi understood and immediately showed a arrogant smile: "That is, if you don't let me shoot those people in the stands, I will not break your rules by shooting their arrows. If I don't have fun today, then I will let them play too."

Not happy!"

Today she also wants to scare those trash clan members who don't treat people as human beings!

The butler wearing a clown mask looked at the heavy silver in his hand and felt helpless.

He doesn't care about this little silver, what he wants is the one hundred thousand taels.

But money can't break the rules. These two arrogant plague gods are really... They also run a gambling game on headhunting in the black market. This is obviously impossible to play!

He immediately whispered to someone to inform his master and ask how to deal with it.

Soon, someone came back and whispered something to the housekeeper.

The butler immediately said with a flattering smile: "Well, you two distinguished guests don't waste time here. The master said that all the slaves tonight will be given to you. Why don't you go to the auction house to have a look? The auction house is

The most fun!”

Then he immediately had people in the stands dismissed. Most of those people were descendants of the clan or officials who had a little money. They did not dare to say anything in the face of people who were more arrogant and richer than him.

The rules of the black market are - whoever has more money gets to talk!

The master said that he should stabilize these two rich and crazy sisters, give them all his people, so that they can't go crazy in the hunting ground, and lure them to put their energy into the auction house.

Force them to spend a hundred thousand taels at the auction house!

Xu Xiuyi was stunned for a moment, and admired Ming Lanruo. He took a hundred thousand taels of silver notes as bait, and the black market people surrounded the hunting ground, but he didn't make the black market people suspicious!

"Okay." Ming Lanruo bent her eyes, and nonchalantly handed the one hundred thousand taels of silver notes under the greedy eyes of the housekeeper, and asked Chunming to take it back.

She is the best at painting pie: "Sister, you can take care of these slaves. Keep the ones that are interesting and get rid of the ones that are not. Let's go to the auction house and buy some good things."

Xu Xiuyi glanced at his old servant, and threw away his bow and arrow with a delicate and impatient look: "Lao Zhong, you can handle this matter. If it doesn't work out, just sell them all, dragging a bunch of waste and burdens, and you are still here.

What to do in the capital!"

The old center understood: "Yes."

Seeing their contemptuous and indifferent looks, the housekeeper couldn't help but mutter that he had spent so much money to buy slaves and then disposed of them.

After all, he is a rich and powerful person!

He greeted people with tea and water more and more diligently, almost to the point of being groveling. He was making money, so he was not shabby!

...

Ming Lanruo and Xu Xiuyi came out of the hunting ground, looked at each other, and laughed softly.

They did a great job in this scene!

She whispered to Xu Xiuyi: "After asking Uncle Zhong to take the people out, secretly notify the people in Baicaotang to resettle the refugees. I need to get some news about Northeast Xinjiang from them."

Xu Xiuyi nodded lowly: "Sister Ming, don't worry!"

After a while, both of them entered the auction house.

There were many people sitting on the upper and lower floors of the circular auction house.

In the most luxurious private room at the moment, an elegant figure crossed her long legs and leaned on a Sudanese-style red velvet soft pillow.

The delicate thin lips under the mask of Shura's fangs took a sip of the scarlet wine in the glass, and asked lazily: "What is the main auction today, and how is your master going to play with it?"


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