Pinduoduo connects the past and present; the wildest young commander and his entire army help me bar

Lieutenant Zhang, clearly playing the villain, suddenly drew his sidearm from his waist and fired a shot at the ceiling.

"Bang"!

The sound was deafening, almost making these wealthy men wet their pants in fright.

Many people even knelt down on the ground with a thud, trembling.

"Young Marshal, spare my life!"

"It's all his fault. If he hadn't given me such a bad idea, I wouldn't have been so reluctant to part with the gold and silver I had."

"I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong! I beg the young marshal to give me a chance to make amends!"

……

Lieutenant Zhang snorted coldly.

"The young marshal treats you all like brothers, and you're playing mind games with your brothers?"

"No, young marshal, if you follow my idea, just blow up all these heartless rich people! That way we'll save ourselves the trouble and we can just rob their homes!"

"Let's learn from those petty tyrants' methods: burn everything, kill everyone, and loot everything. Anyway, dying at our hands or at the hands of those petty tyrants is the same. This way, we can save money and let those petty tyrants benefit. It's a win-win situation!"

Zhang the adjutant portrayed the stern face perfectly.

Those present were either trembling with fear, or wetting their pants, while the bolder ones began to hurl insults at Zhang, the adjutant.

"Young Marshal, you must not listen to this boorish man!"

"If you rob us, you will completely lose the hearts of the people!"

"This will be a great disadvantage for your future military campaigns!"

Qin Lizhi sneered, his eyes brimming with deep sarcasm, "What use is the people's support if I'm not going to be emperor?"

"I think Zhang's suggestion is good. It saves trouble and avoids having to play mind games with you."

"I may not be as cunning as you, but surely I can outmaneuver you with these guns in my hand?"

As soon as these words came out.

Those who had been so impudent dared not speak, completely intimidated by the aura emanating from Qin Lizhi.

Even Xia Erwa, seemingly unconcerned, began to advise, "Gentlemen, why don't you bring out some of your family's treasures? Our Young Master Xing is a man who has seen it all, what hasn't he seen? Trying to fool him with those junk pieces is like making a clumsy attempt before an expert."

At this moment, someone couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly spoke up, "Young Marshal, I am willing to donate my Li family's heirloom!"

Once it started, the people kneeling below reacted as if a pot had boiled over.

"Young Marshal, I'm willing too!"

"As long as the young marshal is willing to stay and help us eliminate 330, I'm willing to give up all my wealth!"

More and more voices are rising.

Qin Lizhi waved his hand.

He slowly pulled the white gloves off his hands and said, "Those who wish to donate, go and take them now. I have been marching for many days and need to rest. I hope that when I wake up, I will have received good news from you all."

"Lieutenant Zhang, why don't you stay and help Dr. Xing appraise the treasure?"

"Yes, young marshal!"

"Yes, young marshal!"

Qin Lizhi stood up, his tall figure striding away from the crowd with his long legs.

The fluttering hem of the cloak exuded a magnificent aura.

Everyone present watched them leave with respect.

"Respectfully seeing off the young marshal!"

Lieutenant Zhang called out.

The same voices instantly rose and fell across the field.

Only after that tall figure had completely disappeared from the hall did Lieutenant Zhang smile and cock his gun, asking with a "kind face," "Gentlemen, it's time for me to see your sincerity."

"If anyone dares to try and shirk responsibility, don't blame me for not being able to speak with this gun in my hand!"

Lieutenant Zhang not only spoke, but also kept his word, firing three shots in quick succession.

He played the role of the stern face to the very end.

Xing Xingwen was clearly playing the good cop, smiling as he began to call on everyone to hand over their gold and silver jewelry for appraisal.

In an instant, the huge hall was filled with noise.

*

modern.

The night was like ink painted by a skillful hand.

The auction is in full swing.

As the owner of the auction items, Yu Yu was quietly chatting with Lin Zhengmao and Li Wenyao below.

"So, Yu girl, how was the auction? Not bad, right?"

"Don't worry, the prices offered for each item have exceeded your expectations. The prices will only go higher during the auction."

"Well said."

Li Wenyao chimed in.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yu Yu actually learned a lot about antique appreciation from the two elderly people.

This knowledge was actually quite useful to her; to be honest, she could use it whenever she was exchanging supplies with Qin Lizhi.

That's a perfect example of putting what you've learned into practice!

Seeing how diligently she was learning, Lin Zhengmao had a sudden inspiration. "Girl, how about you consider becoming an apprentice?"

Lin Zhengmao chuckled and suggested, "The old man has quite a few skills in appraising ancient coins."

Upon hearing Lin Zhengmao's words, Li Wenyao immediately became anxious, "Girl, don't listen to him. He dares to show off his meager skills. Are they as good as mine?"

"If you want to become my apprentice, then become mine. I can teach you a lot about appraising porcelain, antiques, and calligraphy and paintings. After you learn, I guarantee you'll become a big shot in the industry!"

Upon hearing Li Wenyao openly trying to steal his man, Lin Zhengmao's eyes widened immediately. "No way!"

"You old geezer, how dare you try to steal my apprentice! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget, or I'll expose all your secrets!"

Li Wenyao was not afraid at all. "You think I'm afraid of you? I remember every embarrassing thing you did when you were a child!"

"If you dare to expose my secrets, I'll expose yours completely!"

Watching the two old men arguing so fiercely, Yu Yu was absolutely exasperated.

Just as she was considering how to mediate between the two old men, a deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out from the back rows.

"Eighty million!"

At this moment, a scroll of calligraphy and painting imitations from the Ming Dynasty is being auctioned on stage.

This price is a bit too high for this reproduction, as previous auction prices have hovered between 50 and 60 million.

The auctioneers were bidding by millions, and later it became a matter of several people bidding by tens of thousands at a time.

I thought this forgery was worth no more than 60 million, but unexpectedly, a surprise came along!

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to the person behind them.

Even the two old men stopped arguing and muttered something curiously.

"Where did this sucker come from?!"

"I guess he's someone who just got rich overnight. He doesn't know anything, yet he's trying to collect things."

As the owner of the item, she naturally wanted to see who had won the bid.

But the moment that face came into view, her pupils instantly contracted!

Because this person was actually Guan Jing's father, Guan Shan!

At this crucial moment, Guan Shan actually came to auction off his own items?

Was it a lucky accident, or did he come to the auction specifically to cause trouble?