Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

"Two thousand five hundred taels", "Spring" brand, another price quoted.

The lobby was quiet.

The starting price of a piece of tonic ointment is equal to its original price.

All these pills were made by Jiang Yang’s genius doctor, who was known as the Jade-faced Immortal Lord.

Recently, the Jade-faced Immortal has produced very few pills.

Scarcity makes things valuable. If you miss this opportunity, you don’t know when you can encounter the magic pill made by the Jade-faced Immortal Lord himself again.

He is sick and his life is hanging by a thread. He can't wait or waste time, so the situation has arisen where a pill is so expensive that it is hard to come by.

However, two thousand five hundred taels of silver for one pill is really too expensive.

We will no longer force people to take the medicine if they are not in a hurry.

Seeing that the scene was deserted, Su Manman waved her hand and Qingluan put up a new bidding sign.

As soon as the price tag of "Three Thousand Taels" was put up, everyone was shocked.

In the lobby, everyone turned their eyes to the "Tian" private room and discussed in low voices.

"Who is the guest in the Tianzihao private room?"

"See? The owner of the Bi Cang Auction House just went to see him in person and was met with dismay. He must be someone very important."

"If that's the case, then it wouldn't be easy for him to get the tonic ointment."

"Who knew that we had to compete with the guests of the Dongzi elegant room?"

"Who is that person in the Dong elegant room?"

"Who knows? The rules of the Bi Cang Auction House prohibit you from asking for this information, otherwise you will be kicked out and never be allowed to come in again."

"..."

In the private room of "Dong", Su Tinggui slammed his teacup onto the table, spilling the tea and staining the corner of his moon-white sleeve. "Who on earth is it that wants to oppose me?"

Aunt Liu and Su Jiaojiao were so frightened that they dared not breathe.

"Four thousand taels," he bid again.

"Five thousand taels".

"Six thousand taels."

"Seven thousand taels."

"Eight thousand taels".

When the bid was raised to eight thousand taels, Su Tinggui gritted his teeth and ordered someone to put up the bid.

Guben ointment can cure his legs, and his legs represent his future, so he is willing to give up all his wealth to get this pill.

"Eight thousand taels!" Uncle De shouted to the audience, "Who else is willing to bid a high price?"

Everyone's eyes fell on the door of the No. 1 private room.

Will this mysterious young man bid again?

In the private room, Su Manman lowered her eyes, supported her chin with one hand, and tapped the table lightly with the other hand. Her pair of black grape-like eyes rolled around, and she was calculating in her mind how much banknotes were left in Su Tinggui's pocket.

If I bid blindly and he doesn't follow through, it will be a bad ending.

Just as he was in a dilemma, the person opposite him suddenly said, "Eight thousand five hundred taels."

She looked up suddenly and watched Zhuifeng go out to hang up the sign, which shocked the people in the lobby and caused them to sigh and talk again.

"Your Highness, where are you injured? Do you need a tonic ointment?" Su Manman opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Although both are making money, earning his money and earning Su Tinggui's money are different after all.

Ye Mo's thin lips curled slightly, "The Jade-faced Immortal Lord's elixir is hard to come by. Take a picture of it and keep it for future use."

"No, no!"

Su Manman waved her hands repeatedly, "Your Highness wants it, I have a pill that is better than this tonic. We are familiar with each other, so I'll give it to you at a lower price."

"Oh?" He seemed unconvinced.

"Trust me, don't make trouble." She was really anxious and bowed with her hands.

Only after she had emptied Su Tinggui's family assets could she implement her next plan.

Ye Mo, don’t ruin her plan.

"Eight thousand five hundred taels, who would still offer a high price?" Uncle De looked around, and everyone's eyes fell on the private room numbered "Dong".

In the private room, Su Tinggui sat at the table, his face ashen and veins bulging in his neck. Beside him, Concubine Liu trembled as she took out the few banknotes she had, "Master, all the belongings of the Su family are here."

A total of twelve thousand taels of silver.

Su Tinggui hesitated a little.

The next bid would be nine thousand taels. It was too expensive to buy a pill at such a price.

This money is enough to hire the best doctors and buy the best medicine, which will cover the medical expenses for several years.

"Who is willing to pay a high price?" Uncle De spoke again.

There was no movement in the private room numbered "Dong".

Su Manman's heart was in her throat, and she looked at the person opposite her with an even more angry look.

Unexpectedly, his expression was indifferent. He took a sip of tea from the cup and said calmly, "Don't you want to empty his wallet?"

Su Manman was stunned and pouted, "What if he doesn't want to follow me?"

"He'll follow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the price in the "Dong" room started bidding again.

"Nine thousand taels."

"He really bid." Su Manman's brows relaxed instantly, and her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.

She raised her teacup, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"It's not time yet." He looked at her and smiled, waving his hand, "Nine thousand five hundred taels."

"Yes!" Zhuifeng obeyed the order and went to hang the sign again.

"Wait... wait... cough cough cough..."

Su Manman was so frightened that she choked and coughed. She covered her mouth and took several breaths. When she wanted to stop the person, it was too late.

"Nine thousand five hundred taels."

Uncle De announced the price with a smile on his face, and said in surprise, "If no one else bids, this pill will belong to the top guest."

Nine thousand five hundred taels is the limit for everyone.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?" Su Manman was completely annoyed. "Your Highness, since you already understand my intentions, why bother to wade into this mess?"

"Your Highness prefers to wade into this muddy water."

This person is really...

There's no way to reason with him.

"Since Your Highness is on the same page with me, you will definitely make the other party continue to raise the price, right?" Su Manman calmed down and asked tentatively.

He was still drinking his tea, looking calm and composed, and ignored her.

This person is really infuriating.

"I will start counting now. After three counts, if no one raises the price, this tonic ointment will belong to the guest in the Tianzihao elegant room." In the lobby, Uncle De raised his voice to remind again.

Su Manman leaned against the window, stretching her neck to look at the door of the "Dong" private room.

The servant in charge of holding the sign did not move for a long time.

Su Manman gripped the window frame tightly with her fingers, staring intently.

"He'll bid." Ye Mo took another sip of tea and said slowly, "Ten thousand taels of silver, he will definitely bid."

"Why are you so sure, Your Highness?" Su Manman frowned, looked back at him, puzzled.

"He won't gamble his career."

"you……"

"Three, two..." Uncle De began counting.

"It's too late." Su Manman pursed her lips and sat back in her seat disappointedly.

"Ten thousand taels of silver." At the critical moment, in the "Dong" private room, the servant hurriedly raised the sign again.

"He actually bid a price?" Su Manman was stunned with excitement and murmured.

Ye Mo smiled faintly, “You should believe me.

Finally, this tonic ointment was bought by a guest in the "Dong" elegant room for 12,000 taels of silver.

Uncle De passed on a few more pills, and finally it was the nourishing pill.

As soon as the elixir was displayed, the starting price was five hundred taels, and the "Spring" brand was directly bid up to five thousand taels.

In the lobby, everyone was in an uproar, wondering who this generous person was.

"It might be the prince of the Yan family." Someone muttered softly.

"How do you know?"

"I heard that Prince Yan is not doing well and needs this nourishing pill to recuperate."

"Hush, how dare you spread such things? Be careful of the punishment from the Marquisate..."

"..."

Although the discussion was quiet, people who practiced martial arts could hear it clearly.