Mo Qingcheng burst out laughing, and Manager Cao almost choked on his saliva.
"Master Yun, this way please. You'll know whether it's true or false once you see it."
Manager Cao smiled wryly; Master Yun still seemed so unreliable.
Sigh... It's hard to be a manager these days, and it's even harder to be a good manager. What to do?
Master Yun's beard twitched, annoyed that Old Cao's words were becoming increasingly unreliable. A sixth-grade pill? Did he think it was as common as cabbage?
snort!
That's wishful thinking!
He must have gone mad, otherwise how could he be having such a wonderful dream in broad daylight?
But... when Master Yun stepped through the door, his expression changed drastically.
"A sixth-grade... sixth-grade pill?" Master Yun's beard twitched, and he was so excited that he was incoherent.
"Master Yun, please take a look and appraise it, cough cough..." Manager Cao rushed in, panting, and pushed all the pills that Mo Qingcheng had given him to Master Yun.
Master Yun's hands trembled slightly as he finished appraising all the bottles of pills, his eyes practically glued to Steward Cao.
"Old Cao, haha, you finally did one thing right. It really is a sixth-grade pill. Tell me quickly, who is the alchemist?" Master Yun finally regained his senses for once.
Manager Cao scratched his head awkwardly: "Master Yun, I don't know..."
"Ahem..." Mo Qingcheng appropriately interrupted their idle chatter: "Master Yun, Steward Cao, this pill was refined by my master, but... my master only likes a life of leisure, and these ammunition are for me to auction off from time to time..."
"I see!" Master Yun nodded, the initial enthusiasm in his heart gradually cooling down. This young master's master must be a reclusive master...
Alas... I wonder if we will ever meet again in this lifetime?
Manager Cao was overjoyed, knowing that with Master Yun's appraisal, his own status would rise accordingly.
Mo Qingcheng and Steward Cao reached an agreement. To show goodwill, Steward Cao decided that the handling fee would only be three percent of the auction amount.
Master Yun's lips twitched. Old Cao was a shrewd old man. He spoke politely, but in reality, he charged just as much.
Three percent? Is that too little? This is a sixth-grade pill; who knows what high price it will fetch at auction?
snort!
This is absolutely outrageous!
But... it's alright, I'll lend a hand tomorrow.
Half an hour later, Mo Qingcheng and her group walked out of Yuelai Auction House, and everyone felt relaxed.
Mo Yi and Mo San, feeling dizzy, followed behind the group. Could that Manager Cao from earlier be a fake? Otherwise, how could he be so stupid?
Mo Qingcheng was in a great mood. She thought that if she came to the auction tomorrow, her empty purse would surely be able to hold back.
Hehe... Just thinking about it makes me feel so good...
Mo Qingcheng was in a great mood. She bought some ingredients with the others and leisurely returned to her residence.
She caused quite a scene a few days ago, so it was no surprise that the guards at the gate greeted her with fawning expressions: "Young Miss, you're finally back! Master just got home!"
Um?
Has the master gone home?
Mo Qingcheng smiled faintly and praised the guards at the gate, rewarding each of them with a low-grade spirit stone.
Even a small mosquito is still meat. Let alone a spirit stone?
Everyone says that Miss Qingwu is good to her servants, but don't be fooled by her casual attitude and give away spirit stones at the drop of a hat.
black!
Mo Qingcheng led the group directly back to Phoenix Perch Pavilion, completely ignoring the returning head of the Mo family.
"Master, the patriarch has returned. Should we... go back?" Mo San asked cautiously, afraid of causing trouble for his master.
Mo Qingcheng sighed softly, "Sigh, guess?"
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