Zhao Shu counted the money she had received, while Fei Peng was busy calculating on his abacus. Uncle Fu, Bi Qiao, and the others stood by, desperately trying to suppress their smiles.

This is so awesome!

A single bolt of Shu brocade sold for five thousand taels of silver; the Xie family is truly wealthy.

Green Ivy chattered incessantly from the side, "Princess, it's such a pity you didn't go. The Xie family almost died."

She recounted the events vividly to Zhao Shu.

The details are as follows.

Grandpa Xie arrived at the teahouse opposite the crowded auction site in a rented carriage. After getting off the carriage, he went up into the teahouse. Meanwhile, a stranger carrying a brocade box struggled to squeeze to the front.

This man was Xie Gui's cousin, Xie Mao. Xie Mao had temporarily changed into a luxurious coat, recombed his hair, and was wearing a golden crown.

Xin Wei chuckled softly, "The Butterfly Orchid costs five thousand taels at a time."

Even the wealthiest person would have to think twice before buying a potted plant for five thousand taels of silver, wondering if they could even keep it alive.

“Five thousand taels, twice.” Xinwei’s voice was sweet, like the tinkling of a mountain spring in spring.

No one bid.

"Five thousand taels..."

"Five thousand for another car." Xie Mao immediately raised his voice, interrupting Xin Wei's voice. After shouting out five thousand and one taels, he felt sorry for his master. Five thousand taels!

"Six thousand taels!" someone retorted.

Xie Mao couldn't help but look towards the teahouse. Xie Qiuliang, sitting by the window, nodded to him.

"Six thousand and one taels!" He dared not call out more.

Now, no one dared to challenge him. Xinwei said, "Six thousand and one taels, once."

No one is competing.

"Six thousand and one taels, twice." Still no one bid.

"Six thousand and one taels, three times. Congratulations, young master, this plate of butterfly orchids is yours." After saying that, someone came over and carried the orchids aside. Xin Wei smiled and walked to the white jade screen, saying, "White jade screen, starting price one hundred thousand taels, bidding begins."

The price was too high, so not many people were bidding. However, even if they couldn't bid, more and more people came to watch. Everyone was curious about who could win the bid for this white jade screen.

"150,000 taels." Someone in the crowd shouted out a bid.

Two hundred thousand taels.

"Three hundred thousand taels."

Xie Mao held the brocade box, his hands trembling. He hadn't brought enough money; this was only the second item, and over 300,000 taels of silver were about to be lost. He wasn't just heartbroken; his heart was aching terribly.

"Four hundred thousand taels." People in the crowd kept shouting bids. Xie Qiuliang was in the teahouse, drinking a bitter cup of tea.

The Prince Yong's Mansion is being robbed! Robbed! Robbed! Justice prevails, where is the law?!

Xie Mao shouted, trembling, "Forty-one thousand taels."

"Brother, if you don't want to buy, don't cause trouble. Five hundred thousand taels!" someone said disdainfully to Xie Mao.

Five hundred thousand taels is no small sum. Immediately, the bidders fell silent. Xinwei, however, maintained his smile and said, "Five hundred thousand taels at a time."

Xie Mao gritted his teeth and shouted, "Five hundred and fifty thousand taels!" His heart sank. If it weren't for the master's death order, he would have turned around and left immediately.

Xinwei smiled very gently and changed his words, saying, "Five hundred and fifty thousand taels, once." No one bid.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand taels, twice." Still no one bid.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand taels, three times. Congratulations, young master, this white jade screen is yours."

Xie Qiuliang in the teahouse had a face that had turned a deep purplish-red. "The Prince Yong's mansion, good, good, good! Just you wait, just you wait!"

He slammed the teacup down on the table with a bang. Unlike his gloom, Uncle Fu was overjoyed. By the time the last item was auctioned off, Xie Mao was drenched in sweat, not from the heat, but from shock. He realized that with just one sale, over a million taels of silver had vanished.

The last bolt of cloth was finally settled at five thousand taels. Xin Wei smiled and asked Xie Mao, "Young master, would you like to pay a deposit first, or the full amount?"

Xie Mao glanced up at the teahouse furtively and said, "Deposit."

"Alright, young master, please follow me." Xin Wei chuckled and led him into the shop.

After paying the deposit, Xie Mao hurriedly went up to the teahouse. Xie Qiuliang was quick and had already asked someone to fetch the silver notes, which were sealed in an envelope; they were thick and felt substantial.

"Master..." Xie Mao hesitated, feeling sorry for his master.

Xie Qiuliang tossed the envelope aside and said, "Immediately! Take these things back!" With that, he turned and strode away, leaving only a few servants to help carry the things.

Uncle Fu was sitting in the main hall when he saw Xie Mao enter. He hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Please, young master, please."

Xie Mao's face turned green, but he couldn't say anything. He could only hand the silver note to Uncle Fu, then beckon to the people behind him and ask Uncle Fu, "Manager, may I move my things now?"

"Yes, yes." Uncle Fu nodded hurriedly, his fat face beaming with a wide smile.

At this point, Green Ivy laughed and said, "If the Xie family knew that we invited all those people who were bidding and watching, wouldn't they be so angry they'd bleed from all seven orifices?"

At this point, Uncle Fu, Bi Qiao, and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter, with Uncle Fu laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

Zhao Shu finally finished counting all the silver notes, totaling 1.21 million. Looking at the crowd laughing, she said, "I don't know if the Xie family will be so angry they'll explode. I only know that someone is going to be in trouble."

It has to be said that Zhao Shu's guess was correct. As soon as Xie Qiuliang returned to the mansion, he went to Aunt Fang's courtyard. Aunt Fang was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, voluptuous and alluring, and indeed more captivating to men than Xie Sunshi. At this time, she was dressed in a flamboyant manner and had even taken a petal bath, her whole body smelling fragrant.

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