Chapter 221 Mortgage?
Duan Tian drunkenly yelled, "Are you afraid that I can't afford to lose? I'm telling you, my disciple will send you spirit stones in a moment!"
"Hahaha."
"He actually calls himself this master and has a disciple..."
"A drunkard really thinks he's an immortal?"
Hearing the ridicule from the people around him, Duan Tian didn't care. He took a sip of wine carelessly, then moved the stick that was pointing in front of him.
The gambling house manager said coldly, "I don't care who you are. If you don't make up for the money you lost today, you can't even think about leaving here!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, you won't be left behind!" Duan Tian waved his hand.
The manager snorted coldly, his eyes sweeping fiercely over the dozen or so men standing beside him, and said in a deep voice, "All of you, keep a close eye on him! Don't let this drunkard get away!"
A group of subordinates smiled apologetically, "Don't worry, Boss. We will keep a close eye on him and will definitely not let him get away!"
"Yes!" The manager agreed and then turned and left.
Duan Tian yawned, his eyes fell on the gambling table beside him, then he reached out and fumbled around his body for a long time.
All that was left on him was a wine gourd, a Peak Master token, and an empty storage ring.
The wine gourd is his life!
This cannot be mortgaged.
Storage Ring...
Duan Tian stared at the storage ring for a long time, but still couldn't bear to let it go.
So he took out the Peak Master's Order from his arms.
If he remembered correctly.
The Peak Master's Order of their Lingyun Sect is made of the extremely rare metal black gold!
I just don't know how many spirit stones this thing can be mortgaged for.
"Um... go, tell your manager to come over here. I have something good, it's worth it!" Duan Tian yelled at his men, "What are you looking at? Hurry up!"
Soon the steward heard the noise and returned, "What are you yelling about? Are you looking for death?"
This drunkard already owes them a lot of spirit stones.
If he really had something good, why would he sit on this cold ground?
"Look what this is!" Duan Tian waved the Peak Master's Order in front of the steward, "Xuan Jin, do you know?"
The steward was stunned for a moment.
Black gold?
What the hell is that...
"You don't even know Xuan Jin, do you?" Duan Tian didn't want to waste time talking to these country bumpkins. "Go, call your boss!"
"The steward's eyes flashed with contempt, "Old man, you think you can see our boss?"
Duan Tian didn't care. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp of his drink. Then he slumped down on the ground, looking uninhibited. "Why, you don't want me to pay you back?"
After staring at Duan Tian for a few seconds, the manager decided to tell the boss about this matter.
And this drunkard has lost everything.
If he really wants to default on his debt.
This drunkard seems to have nothing else of value left except his life...
"Wait!" The manager said this and turned to leave.
Duan Tian curled his lips.
"When I have enough money, I will make you lose everything in this gambling house!" He said as he took a few more sips until the wine jug was upside down, without missing even the last drop of nectar.
He smacked his lips and sighed.
I drank it all again...
Duan Tian drunkenly grabbed a servant and said, "Hey, one of you can buy me a pot of wine. When my disciple comes, I'll have them pay you back... double!"
"You want to see me?"
Duan Tian looked up when he heard the voice. "Are you the owner of this gambling house? Do you know what this thing is?"
Zhang Manguan moved closer, his small eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he snatched the token from Duan Tian's hand.
"This, this is Ling..."
Zhang Manguan suddenly realized that his words were inappropriate and quickly coughed to cover up his embarrassment. Then his tone turned cold and he asked, "Tell me, where did you steal this token from?"
This drunkard has come to their gambling house more than once.
Just think about it, if he was really a master of Lingyun Sect, how could he end up in such a miserable state?
I think he either picked up this token by chance somewhere, or obtained it through illegal means!
Duan Tian staggered to his feet, his drunken eyes hazy with a hint of unruliness. "Humph, this is naturally... my token of trust! I'll temporarily leave this treasure with you for a hundred... no, five hundred spirit stones. I'll come back to redeem it later, how about that?"
"Five hundred spirit stones?" Zhang Manguan sneered, "Who knows if this thing is real or fake?"
Duan Tian burped, "This is Xuan Jin, do you understand Xuan Jin?"
Zhang Manguan certainly knew what Xuanjin was.
Not only did he know this, he also knew that the token in his hand should be the token of Lingyun Sect, but this token seemed a little different from the ones he had seen before.
But it shouldn't be fake.
Just based on this black gold, it is definitely more than 500 spirit stones...
"Boss, should we..."
Zhang Manguan waved his arm and delivered a resounding slap without hesitation. "We're here to do business, so we need to sit down and talk about this business matter!"
"Yes, yes, the boss is right." The steward covered his burning cheek with his hands, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he glared at Duan Tian fiercely out of the corner of his eye.
This guy is just a drunkard.
Even if he really fell drunk on the roadside and died one day, I'm afraid no one would care, let alone someone would collect his body!
Zhang Manguan squatted down, his tone undeniably firm, "For this token, I, Zhang, will give you a reasonable price: one hundred low-grade spirit stones. How's the deal?"
Duan Tian was dumbfounded. "It's only worth a hundred?"
Zhang Manguan smiled and said, "Yes, just one hundred!"
Duan Tian climbed up and snatched back the token. "Bah! You think I can mortgage my Xuanjin to you with just a hundred spirit stones? You're dreaming!"
He's just an alcoholic.
Not brainless!
If this black gold were taken to an auction house, it would cost at least tens of thousands of spirit stones, or even more!
One hundred spirit stones, it’s about right for him to take a look at!
Zhang Manguan wasn't angry either. He just stared at Duan Tian and sneered, "One hundred spirit stones, plus your previous gambling debt, to be written off. How about that?"
Duan Tian was a little hesitant.
"This token is of no use to you..." Zhang Manguan naturally didn't care about the life or death of a drunkard.
He wanted to crush the drunkard in front of him to death, which was easier than crushing an ant.
But there are so many people watching here.
If he lets his men rob and kill people, who will dare to come to his gambling house in the future?
"Go, get him a hundred low-grade spirit stones."
"Yes, Boss..."
Zhang Manguan looked at the gamblers and said, "I, Zhang Manguan, run a business and I value integrity. Anyone who wants to pawn something valuable can use it to pay off their gambling debts!"
"Zhang, Boss Zhang, can someone... please?"
Zhang Manguan said with a smile, "Of course you can, but you have to sign a contract to sell yourself!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the gamblers around them immediately became active.
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