Mu Hanyan secretly stuck out her tongue. It sounded like these two young men were also Qu Shanling's disciples. They really possessed the most basic potential of an excellent charlatan: the ability to brag!
Hundreds of thousands of taels of silver all the time, what a joke, even those famous astrologers in the capital are not so popular.
Mu Hanyan subconsciously raised her head, her eyes seemed to be looking for something.
"Brother Hanyan, what are you looking at?" Hearing the dissatisfied words of the two young disciples and the income of tens of thousands of taels at all times, Mu Nan was shocked. He was even a little nervous and felt a little ashamed of himself. But when he saw Mu Hanyan looking up at the sky, he lowered his voice and asked curiously.
"I want to see if there are any cows flying in the sky." Mu Hanyan leaned close to his ear and answered mysteriously.
"How can a cow fly in the sky?" Mu Nan asked in confusion.
"Blow, blow hard, and it will fly into the sky." Mu Hanyan answered seriously.
“Hmm… Hmm…!” Mu Nan wanted to laugh, but he knew it was too impolite to laugh in such an occasion, so he could only cover his mouth and hold it back. His face turned purple and he almost suffocated.
Fortunately, both of them spoke very quietly and no one else heard them, otherwise they would probably have lost their temper on the spot.
"Forget it. It's too inappropriate for a master and a disciple to talk about money. I came to Black Stone City this time just to help him. You guys shouldn't be so unreasonable." Qu Shanling interrupted the two young disciples and said calmly.
With the two disciples' previous boasting and aggressiveness, his calmness seemed even more transcendent and magnanimous, and he indeed had the style of a hermit.
Even Mu Nan stopped laughing and stood in awe of him.
"Thank you, Master, for your magnanimity. I am deeply grateful." The manager was so moved that he almost prostrated himself.
"By the way, where is the owner of your auction house? Why didn't he come?" Qu Shanling looked around and asked.
"Master, this is the owner of my auction house, Young Master Nan Mu Nan." The manager took Mu Nan's hand and introduced him.
Because it is still uncertain whether Qu Shanling will stay in Black Stone City to help, Mu Nan does not want to let him know his true identity too early.
Of course, this is a bit impolite, but if he is willing to stay, Mu Nan will explain it to him personally, tell him the secret, and treat him with sincerity. I believe he will understand.
"What? The auctioneer you were talking about is actually a kid. You...you are deliberately making fun of the master, right?" Qu Shanling had only seen him mention the auctioneer's vision and skills in the letter, but had never heard him mention his age. Seeing Mu Nan in person, she was shocked and angry.
Mu Nan looked slightly more mature than his peers, but not too much. He looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. These days, the children of wealthy families are all spoiled. How could a child this young have any vision, courage, or skill?
Could it be that the letter was fake, a deception orchestrated by this incompetent disciple of his? But what good would it do for him to trick him into making a trip to Black Stone City? Qu Shanling was puzzled.
After all, he was an astrologer, and Qu Shanling was much more scheming than most people. After a brief moment of confusion, he quickly guessed the reason: This Nanmu Auction House must have had little fame when it was first built, and they tricked me into coming here just to give them face.
Humph, you guys are so calculating that you even dare to use me! Qu Shanling made arbitrary and self-righteous guesses, feeling a bit angry in his heart, and looked at Mu Nan with contempt.
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