After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

After He Yunze finished speaking, he pricked up his ears and listened intently to what Song Xizhi was saying above.

Seeing that Song Xizhi didn't speak and even the figure behind the curtain didn't move, seemingly uninterested, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Song Xizhi did not come for this collection.

So Song Xizhi wasn't really reborn?

As He Yunze pondered this, the scales in his heart had already tipped in favor of his current thoughts.

After all, where would so many people be reborn? Where would so many people be favored by God? He was given another chance because he was a prime minister in his previous life!

Moreover, whether for official or personal reasons, he did not want Song Xizhi to have memories of his past life...

Those misunderstandings, once cleared up and no one remembers them, are as if they never existed...

Someone else made an offer: "Three hundred taels."

He Yunze's eyes darkened slightly; he recognized the person.

That man was the minor official who won the bid for this large lacquer mother-of-pearl ingot in his previous life, and it seems he is still interested in it in this life.

However, I'm truly sorry, but that official's family isn't wealthy either, and they probably can't come up with more silver than the six hundred taels I had in my previous life.

In his previous life, he was just lucky to have won this item. Now that God has given him a second chance in this life, He is guiding him to seize every opportunity that belongs to him.

He Yunze smiled coldly and raised the price again, "Three hundred and fifty taels."

Upon hearing this, the junior official hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "Four hundred taels."

He Yunze gradually grew impatient and became even more eager, so he said directly, "Seven hundred taels!"

His voice shocked everyone present.

Unexpectedly, someone offered seven hundred taels for such an obscure wooden box, made by an unknown craftsman, using only mother-of-pearl and gold and silver, and with few people even having heard of the craft of lacquer mother-of-pearl inlay.

Everyone turned their heads and looked curiously in He Yunce's direction.

Feeling the curious and somewhat admiring gazes of the crowd, He Yunze rubbed the hard silver in his purse with his fingertips. It really felt good to have money on him.

From this day forward, he will surely make a comeback and run that shop well, under the name of "Lacquer and Mother-of-Pearl Inlay".

So he couldn't help but add, "Adding only fifty taels at a time is far too little. It not only wastes my own time but also wastes other people's time."

"Brother, you flatter me."

The shopkeeper on the stage was also taken aback, and then hurriedly asked, "Seven hundred taels, do you have more?"

"This large lacquer mother-of-pearl inlay is exquisitely crafted; even the halo behind the Buddha statue is carved from mother-of-pearl, which carries a very auspicious meaning."

"Is there any more money?"

The minor official who was originally sitting in front clenched his teeth slightly upon hearing this, but ultimately gave up.

He sighed and shook his head again.

"They're incredibly wealthy, truly incredibly wealthy. Even if I really like them, what can I offer to compete with them?"

Sitting in the last row, He Yunze took in everything before him and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth as he watched the minor official's reaction.

He guessed correctly; six hundred taels was that minor official's bottom line.

But you can't blame him. It's all about the winner taking all. God gave him a second chance, meaning He wanted him to choose to win by any means necessary.

In an auction, whoever has the most money wins.

As He Yunze was pondering this, he heard the shopkeeper on the stage give the final price: "Seven hundred taels once, seven hundred taels twice, seven hundred taels..."

Before he could finish speaking, everyone heard a woman's voice coming from overhead.

"One thousand taels."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and everyone was dumbfounded. The scene fell silent for a moment, and then it erupted into a commotion again.

He Yunze's composed smile froze on his face. He stared wide-eyed and looked up unexpectedly, only to see Song Xizhi's figure under the curtain.

how?

She came here just for the large lacquer mother-of-pearl inlay?

And he immediately paid out a thousand taels of silver?

That...that was his absolute bottom line!

He Yunze gritted his teeth, and that inexplicable feeling welled up inside him again, but he was no longer able to think.

He heard the shopkeeper's ecstatic voice: "One thousand taels once, one thousand taels twice..."

He Yunze touched the purse at his waist, suddenly noticing how flat it was. He weakly raised his hand and said feebly, "One thousand and fifty taels..."

Perhaps if he grits his teeth, he can scrape together fifty taels.

The shopkeeper had been eagerly awaiting his quote, but upon hearing this, he couldn't help but choke up.

Before he could even look up in Song Xizhi's direction, he heard a woman's quiet voice say, "One thousand five hundred taels."

A brilliant light shone in the shopkeeper's eyes.

Upon hearing this, He Yunze gritted his teeth even more, his neck bulging with excitement.

He gritted his teeth, struggled, hesitated, and wavered, but finally spoke: "One thousand five hundred and fifty taels..."

Perhaps... perhaps we should let Zhao Qianlan put together the money again?

She used to be able to come up with five thousand taels, and now she can come up with one thousand taels, so five hundred more wouldn't be a problem, right?

The crowd, who had been full of anticipation, couldn't help but let out a small sneer when they heard the cautious price and remembered how he had just flaunted his wealth.

Song Xizhi continued calmly, "Two thousand taels."

He Yunze staggered and almost fell to the ground. He raised his head, drenched in sweat, and unexpectedly met Song Xizhi's gaze.

This time, He Yunze seemed to see her past life reflected in her dark eyes, and he felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

It felt like a guilty conscience, a sense of despair, and a touch of disbelief.

But Song Xizhi smiled brightly at him, a smile that seemed to hold no hostility and could melt away the cold December wind.

He Yunze suddenly became confused again. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Ignoring the stares of others, he added another fifty taels: "Two thousand and fifty taels."

After He Yunze finished speaking, he waited anxiously for Song Xizhi to continue, only to hear Song Xizhi say calmly, "Three thousand taels."

For a fleeting moment, He Yunze felt as if his heart had stopped beating.

He gazed longingly toward the door, anxiously awaiting Zhao Qianlan's figure.

Zhao Qianlan, why aren't you here yet?

It's just poisoning, why does it take so long?

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.