The little food they were given was not worth mentioning. Just give them a pitiful mouthful of soup to ensure their lives. If they really died on the way, it didn't matter. Anyway, there was no hope. It was free.
If a person can get five taels of silver now, it is a profit.
Of course, the shrewd Lao Luo did not dare to show any joy on his face. Instead, he looked painful and pretended to be reluctant to sell it.
People who know the market situation clearly will naturally not believe it, but those who don’t know will think they have gotten a bargain.
After all, those slaves were sold for more than thirty taels of silver before, but now you can buy one for only five taels. Comparing the two, it is naturally more cost-effective.
People who like to get a bargain will be tempted to buy it, but those who don’t like to get a bargain will not be fooled.
No matter what mentality the people below had in purchasing, the skinny and pale slaves on the stage were bought away one by one by the people below the stage, until only two people were left.
One was the scarred Yang Fu, and the other was a shaky and thin male slave with a hideous and terrifying scar on his cheek.
The scar runs diagonally from the right eyebrow to the left cheek. From a distance, the scabbed scar looks like a hideous centipede crawling on the cheek, which is creepy to look at.
These two people have one thing in common: they look like they are on the verge of death.
It is normal for such a slave to be left in the last auction.
Lao Luo didn't know if he could sell these two slow-moving goods, but he still shouted hard on the stage, boasting, "This is very good, and the price is the most favorable. You only need three taels of silver and you can take it home."
Lao Luo pushed the scarred man forward, and the scarred male slave staggered and almost fell down. His legs were so weak that it seemed he would collapse at any time.
No one in the audience responded at all.
Someone couldn't help but say, "Three taels of silver to buy something like this, I might as well add a few more taels to buy a better one. If I give it to someone like this, I'd hate for it to die soon and dirty my own land."
“That’s right.”
Lao Luo saw that the buyers in the audience were not interested and that people started to leave one after another. In less than half a cup of tea, everyone had left.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be in a hurry to leave." Lao Luo began to use his ultimate move, "How about this, I'll give you another deal. Three taels of silver plus this, how about that?"
After these words were spoken, many buyers who were about to leave stopped and looked at the stage.
"Does anyone want it?" Lao Luo looked around the audience and glanced in the direction of Su Yin and the others.
In fact, he had seen this group of people a long time ago.
He had sharp eyes and recognized at a glance that the leading man was a scion of a noble family in the capital. He thought they would make a bid for the item, but even up to this point, the other party had not made a single bid.
Before, I had been dreaming that these children from aristocratic families could help me make a fortune, but now I don't even think about it anymore.
He could see that these people had no desire to buy at all.
I guess it's the young master of a noble family who brought his wives here to see the world and watch the fun.
Three taels of silver for two is a very cheap price, and many people were tempted.
Xiangling couldn't help but ask, "Miss, should we bid?"
Su Yin shook her head, "No hurry."
Nangong Jingzhi also said: "Well, there is no rush. Let others bid for a while."
As soon as the price was announced, someone in the audience actually made a bid.
"Three taels, I'll take it reluctantly."
"Since you are so reluctant, forget it. I'll give you 4 taels." Someone immediately argued.
The buyer was very angry and felt that he had been humiliated. He bid again, "Four taels, why are you so arrogant? I'll bid five taels."
The other person calmly bid, "I'll offer six taels."
Those who were leaving no longer cared about the slaves, but watched the excitement with great interest.
Xiangling watched the two people arguing and the price soaring. She opened her mouth slightly in surprise, "How did it suddenly rise to this price? Shouldn't no one be buying it?"
Su Yin said calmly: "Because that person was fooled."
Xiangling suddenly realized, "Too insidious."
The people watching the fun in the audience didn't think so much, and even the buyer who made the first bid fell into the trap without knowing it.
This is what it means to be confused by one's own actions.
Nangong Jingzhi gave Nan Wu a look, who understood immediately and turned away.
After a while, someone in the crowd spoke up, "Oh my goodness! No one wanted it before, but now the price has soared to ten taels of silver. This isn't five taels per piece, and you're buying a sickly thing. This means you have money but nowhere to spend it."
As soon as these words were spoken, the buyer, who had originally wanted to raise the price, suddenly came to his senses and glared at the man who was bidding against him.
The other people watching the fun in the audience gradually reacted.
Lao Luo on the stage secretly said, "Oh no, I'm going too far in my argument."
Damn it, that talkative person ruined my good thing.
The ten taels of silver were bid by the person I arranged, so it was like throwing money into my hands.
Lao Luo felt regretful in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He still smiled and said, "Is there anyone who offers a higher price?"
However, no one in the audience responded.
When Lao Luo thought he was going to suffer a loss, the young man from a wealthy family who had been standing in the corner and had not participated in the bidding spoke up.
"This show is quite interesting, why is no one bidding?" Nangong Jingzhi spoke, and the others' eyes fell on him. When they saw his clothes, demeanor, and the servants following him, they all knew that the person in front of them was not simple.
"Since no one has bid, I'll join in the fun. Eleven taels, I'll take both. Whoever bids higher than me can take them all. I won't raise the price." Nangong Jingzhi gently shook his folding fan.
Nangong Jingzhi glanced back and forth between Lao Luo and the people in the crowd who were arguing with each other. His attitude of watching the fun and not minding any trouble made it clear that he was here to join in the fun.
Lao Luo sneered in his heart. This young master from aristocratic family thought that he would continue to let his people raise the price in order to clear his suspicion. It was simply a joke.
If you can sell the two least valuable unsalable goods for eleven taels, that would be pure profit.
How could he go against money?
The man holding the hidden pole received the instruction from Mr. Luo and bowed to Nangong Jingzhi, "I will not take away what you love, sir."
Once he withdrew, others would naturally not be foolish enough to raise the price and buy two slaves who were about to die at any time.
Young masters like them don't care about the dozen or so taels of silver, just for fun and to watch the excitement, but they are ordinary people and can't bear to waste it.
Lao Luo smiled and congratulated Nangong Jingzhi, "Congratulations to this young master."
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