The man who looked like he was from Xinjiang nodded and said, "Look, the weather is still quite hot. This horse has been standing in the sun for a long time. Go up and take a look. Is there any blood or sweat on its body?"

With a hint of suspicion, Miao Shou looked at the horse's neck under the mane, and saw red liquid clinging to its skin.

"This really is a Ferghana horse?" The skilled hand was already six or seven parts convinced. He then touched the bag of silver on his chest, which was a reward from Emperor Kangxi to Liang Jiugong, totaling three hundred taels!

"Old man, I can see that you are genuinely interested in buying horses. If you can immediately take out some silver to help me out of this urgent situation, it will only cost one hundred and fifty taels. How about that?"

Seeing that fifty taels had been reduced in an instant, the man's interest was even greater.

"How much is this horse?" someone asked as they approached.

The man who looked like he was from Xinjiang was waiting for the expert to speak when someone else came to ask a question. He said to him, "This gentleman came first, I have to wait for his reply."

The man looked at the horse again and said to the skilled hand, "Are you going to buy it or not? If not, give it to me, boss, I'll pay..."

Fearing that the price he offered would be more than 150 taels, the skilled craftsman immediately said, "I have already made my decision. Please have someone else look for me."

Seeing that the seller and buyer had reached a deal, the man had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

The man, who looked like he was from Xinjiang, rubbed his hands together and said, "Sir, I'll sell this horse to you for one hundred and fifty taels!"

Miao Shou nodded, and was about to reach into his pocket for some silver when someone patted his shoulder and said, "Sir, do you think such a petty trick can fool you?"

The person who arrived was none other than the Fourth Master!

Upon seeing someone trying to disrupt things, the Xinjiang man immediately changed his expression and said, "What do you mean by that? I sold him this Akhal-Teke horse for 150 taels of silver. How is that cheating?"

Fourth Master ignored him, walked to the "BMW" and touched the horse's mane. His hands were immediately covered with a layer of "blood and sweat".

"Look, what else could this be but blood and sweat?" The Xinjiang man's expression changed slightly, but he still insisted that the blood-red liquid was blood and sweat flowing from the horse's body.

"Come and smell this. Is it blood or dye?" Fourth Master ignored the Xinjiang man's words and walked directly to Miaoshou, bringing his hand to his nose.

A faint smell of dye wafted into Miaoshou's nose, and he laughed heartily, saying, "Who would have thought that I, an old man, would be deceived like a three-year-old child without even realizing it!"

The Xinjiang man was furious that his scheme had been exposed, but he could only glare at Fourth Master with resentment because of the crowds coming and going.

The skilled craftsman said to the Xinjiang man, "I'll sell this horse to you for twenty taels. If you don't sell, I'll tell everyone about your scam."

Fourth Master stood beside Miao Shou, clearly agreeing with his words.

A fierce glint appeared in the Xinjiang man's eyes. He glanced at the people behind him, and saw that the same person who had just come to haggle had come up again.

"So this person is in cahoots with you!" the skilled hand exclaimed upon seeing the man.

"It's not too late for you to know. You'd better leave now and not disturb my business!" the Xinjiang man said viciously. The men behind him surrounded Fourth Master and Master Miao. Others on the street didn't dare to interfere.

There have been more and more Xinjiang people at the horse market lately. They come in groups of three or five, and the Han Chinese who are alone don't dare to clash with them. They have already sold several Akhal-Teke horses.