House Management Chapter 2495: Twenty thousand yuan baby

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A mourning stick is worth ten thousand yuan, which is really unbelievable.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Tang Qixuan, wanting to see what the chief steward said.

Tang Qixuan did not answer directly. Instead, he first looked at the old man next to the younger generation. He handed the mourning stick to the old man and said: "I know you may not accept it, but our black market has always been a childish man. . I don’t think so, you feel it yourself first."

Obviously, Tang Qixuan could see that the young offspring had little ability, and the real strength was this old guy.

Seeing Tang Qixuan's words like this, the old man nodded lightly and took the mourning stick.

In a moment, the old man's face changed, and he said in surprise: "This evil spirit is so evil..."

Tang Qixuan said slowly: "This mourning stick cannot be controlled by anyone, making it different from other magical weapons. It is quite limited. However, no one can deny its value. Let me talk about this mourning stick first. The material used for crafting is not the usual material for refining magical instruments. It is neither gold nor silver nor copper nor iron. I can't even see what kind of material it was made from... Then let's talk about the evil spirit on it, which is weird. , It’s even harder to describe... Yan Wangmen was so horrified that black and white impermanence back then was frightening. If this magic weapon had no mystery, I’m afraid it would have been slain..."

At the end, he looked at the old man, stretched out his hand, and said faintly: "So you think the estimate I gave should be fair..."

"Justice!" The old man nodded helplessly, and returned the mourning stick to Tang Qixuan.

Even the old man himself has now acknowledged the value of the crying stick after the appraisal. Everyone present naturally knew that Tang Qixuan was definitely right.

Many people really didn’t think that Zhang Yu’s random magic weapon was worth 10,000 yuan.

"It's really worth so much." "Good guy, it's too great." "He still has magical artifacts in his suitcase. One magical artifact is enough to qualify for the auction house." Isn’t it? I don’t know how much other magical artifacts are worth." "I guess it shouldn’t be worth too much. Maybe it’s the most precious thing that came up." "It's possible."...

Everyone talked a lot, and the little girl Zhang Yinling could not contain the excitement in her heart. Excited, she squeezed her pink fist, her body trembling a little, when the old man personally admitted the value of this crying stick, Zhang Yinling almost didn't jump up in excitement.

The little girl looked directly at the undercarriage, and said extremely arrogantly: "Look at the joy you just played, now you know it's amazing! Let me scream, deserve it! Get the robes quickly!"

After seeing the elders admitting the value of the crying stick, the young queen's face was blue and white. Hearing what Zhang Yinling said, he almost lost his breath.

He gritted his teeth, pointed at Zhang Yinling, and said bitterly: "You...you..."

"What am I!" The little girl said with high spirits, curling her mouth and said: "Hurry up and bring the cassock. There are so many people on the scene to testify. The people on the black market are also notaries, so don't think about refusing to pay!"

"I'm reckless, and who do I look down on..." The young queen gritted his teeth again, and then shouted: "Sissy, you are not enough, let's bet again!"

"Just bet, who is afraid of whom? I'm afraid that you don't have anything valuable!" Zhang Yinling was so proud that he didn't even go through his brain. This is also because, in her eyes, Zhang Yu will definitely win.

As soon as everyone at the scene heard that they had to gamble, they were more energetic. Everyone wanted to see what the bet was this time, and the younger generations could come up with more valuable artifacts. Everyone understands that if you dare to gamble, it means that the value of this magical artifact should exceed 10,000 yuan at least, otherwise, you are not qualified to gamble at all.

The young queen said fiercely: "I still have a magic weapon here, or this gambling method. It depends on whose value is high. If I win, you will return the robes to me. If I lose, this method I will lose to you!"

However, as soon as his words settled, the old man next to him immediately said: "Master, you can't bet anymore! Give him the robes!"

"It's not..." The young poster was visibly stunned, as if he had never expected that the old man would let him put his robes in his hands. The young queen eagerly said: "Give him the robes, then after we go back, how can we tell my father!"

"I wish to give it to him!" This time, the old man said solemnly.

His gaze stared at the young queen, and his tone couldn't be resisted.

Seeing the old man like this, the young descendant felt a sudden in his heart, and said reluctantly: "Well...give him..."

The old man made a gesture to the middle-aged man under his hand. The middle-aged man understood what it meant. He gambled in Rio on the black market and invited people from the black market to be witnesses. There is no shame. If he loses, he just Recognizing bad luck.

The middle-aged man took out the robes and presented them to the old man. The old man threw the robes on the counter in a very unhappy manner, and then said: "Let's go!"

After speaking, he walked directly out of the crowd.

The young queen and the two middle-aged people just followed him away, and their faces are still full of reluctance and hatred. And Zhang Yinling still looked at him triumphantly, and smiled and said: "It deserves it, let you scream... this time be honest..."

Everyone saw the old man's four faces full of bad luck. When they walked over, they all let go and let the four of them walk over.

The four of them didn't go to the appraisal table of the decent artifacts anymore. They meant to go directly outside. This is also true. I have lost such a big person, and I don't have the mind to conduct an appraisal.

As we walked to the stairs, the young queen said bitterly, "What do you mean, why don't you let me gamble with him again. As long as we take this thing out, we will definitely win!"

"You must win, how do you know? What if you lose?" the old man said.

"How could you lose..." the young queen said in dissatisfaction.

"Let me tell you the truth, that mourning stick has an ancient aura on it, it is definitely a magic weapon of the Ming Dynasty!" The old man said solemnly.

"I know this, so what? Is it more precious than ours?" The young poster was still not convinced. "When I left the house, my father had made a stock price for at least 20,000 yuan!"

"I know..." the old man said lightly.

"Do you know you are still stopping me?" the young queen said dissatisfied.

"Because we are not sure of victory, and we can't afford to lose this thing!" the old man said sternly.

"How can there be no one who must win...I can't afford to lose myself, but I will definitely win..." the young queen said strongly.

"Do you think he only has such a mourning stick, tell you, this kind of artifact with a history of hundreds of years, or it will not appear at all, once it appears, it will be piled up!" Seriously said: "It's like the copper coins in the unearthed cultural relics. Once unearthed, it will be a few baskets and baskets..."