As we all know, Xiao Li has no interest in money, no concept of it, and no strong desire for it.
It was like this in my previous life when I made 2,800 yuan a month, and it is still like this now.
The reason why he just bid the price was simple.
It was Qiao Ziyu who had been arguing with him all the time, so when the other person called out, he subconsciously joined in.
After adding it, I remembered that this thing seemed to appear in Bingtuozi's memory.
"What is a gold mountain? Is it a synonym for some kind of natural treasure?"
"It seems that you have lived in the deep sea for a long time and don't know much about this."
"I really don't know much about this kind of natural treasure..."
"No, I mean, you don't know Mr. Li."
"?"
"Is this your first day meeting Young Master Li? Who else but him can use this cold measurement method?"
The rare treasures in the sea market attracted visitors from all directions, many of whom knew a little about the wealth of this man who brought him great fortune.
So the martial artists from overseas sects learned about it from their mouths.
Jinshan, it turns out it has a literal meaning.
"Um, Mr. Li, how much gold do you think you are talking about?"
The second largest shareholder of Dongzhulou asked with a wry smile on his face.
He is well-informed, good at quickly judging the value of various things, and is an expert at accounting.
But...who knows the exact amount with this method of measurement? He has never seen it before.
"It's probably about three or four stories high, and the Dongzhu Tower is about this size."
Lan Tian recalled and said.
"How did you know?" the second largest shareholder asked in astonishment.
"Brother Li cured my trypophobia with Jinshan."
Said the mermaid princess Lan Tian, who also had no idea about money.
After all, her tears are pearls. She was afraid that Li Mo didn't bring enough money, so she asked if he wanted her to eat some sea anemones.
Jinshan.....trypophobia....
The confused crowd became even more confused.
If this is the case, is gold still valuable?
Some people in the martial arts world who had hoarded a large amount of gold felt their legs go weak and they felt like the sky was falling. What if Young Master Li’s stock appeared on the market, then what they had hoarded would just be a pile of scrap metal?
But it's not their fault.
After all, who could have imagined that one day the price of gold could be reduced to scrap metal? After all, gold can be refined into pure gold, and its price has remained stable for thousands of years.
"Well, is there anyone else bidding?"
Lan Tian's question echoed in the silent meeting room.
"I....."
Qiao Ziyu subconsciously wanted to shout again, but suddenly his throat felt sore.
Another pig's trotter was stuffed into his mouth in an unreasonable manner, and it hit his throat directly.
Logically, he should be very angry about this sudden and strange experience.
But after seeing the frightened eyes of the old deacon, he began to sweat coldly.
If you quote a price but fail to pay, the consequences will be serious.
That is not his personal matter. As the young master of the sect, Lingxi Sect will be sanctioned by the forces behind Dongzhu Tower.
"Ahem....Ahem! Can Li Mo really come up with that much money?"
Qiao Ziyu coughed violently twice and said in disbelief, "Didn't the intelligence say that he doesn't have much wealth anymore?"
"The person who delivered the message was my direct disciple. I will hold him accountable when I return."
The old deacon frowned.
But he doesn't know it yet.
In order to make sure the news was authentic, his unfortunate disciple went to the Imperial Capital to inquire.
Well, as we all know, where is the best place to get the latest news?
So the unlucky guy went to Fengyue Cottage and found that the storyteller there seemed to know Liqun Jianhao very well, so he planned to lure him into the alley, tie him up and torture him...
......
In the distant capital.
On the outskirts of the imperial capital, in a desolate wilderness with sparse vegetation.
There are few plants and trees here, and usually there are few people. Now someone has dug an ugly big pit.
There were several people standing by the pit.
Huang Donglai covered the pit with soil, shovel by shovel, mixed with some invisible medicinal powder that could remove odors, nourish plants, and grow with them before disappearing into thin air.
Xiao Qin released his spiritual mind and scanned the surroundings.
Murong Xiao was sitting cross-legged, spinning his wooden fish and chanting the mantra for rebirth.
One was on the lookout, one was in charge of killing and burying the dead, and one was in charge of chanting sutras to pray for the souls to be liberated. They worked in perfect harmony.
Two words: professional.
"Ah, monks are compassionate."
After finishing the sutra, Murong Xiao sighed again: "This is the first time I've done something like this. I've broken one more precept today."
"It's not a big problem. No one knew who killed him when he died. He is a wandering ghost. It's a good deed for you to save his soul."
Huang Donglai patted the soil with a shovel, making the transplanted flowers and plants look native.
"Well, let alone dogs, Lao Xiao's nose probably can't smell anything."
"Ouch?"
Xiao Qin jumped down from the tree.
So now among Brother Li’s good friends, I’m the only one who can’t fight Wang Aoyi, right?
"Lingxi Sect may investigate further. My identity in the Imperial Capital will disappear. I quite like this identity..."
Huang Donglai sighed, but his expression was not melancholy:
"Brother Li is getting engaged, so we have to go and have a drink at the wedding."
"Well, we have to bring back the news about Lingxi Sect. They are ambitious and will not give up."
"I'll ask the abbot for leave. By the way, monks don't have much money. Can you lend me some money? I'll give you a share."
"What are you borrowing? We are all brothers. I will put it in the merit box for you later."
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