Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 51
To be able to offer such a sky-high price for a piece of music, this person is indeed rich.

However, the 6000 taels still did not scare everyone off.

After all, some people are indeed extremely rich.

"6100 taels!" The man was already gnashing his teeth.

"6300, I will offer 6300 taels."

There are only a few scattered bidders left.

After all, the money didn't come from a strong wind. Although the oiran is beautiful, he still has to do what he can, so don't be embarrassed if he can't pay the money.

"1 taels!"

As soon as the sound came out, the field fell into silence, which was beyond the tolerance of many people.

"I said why don't you say anything, wait for a big one, right?"

Han Fei shook his head. This Gou Dezheng is not good enough to be an idiot, but he is quite experienced in forks.

This opening shocked people, showing his rich family background.

Just when Han Fei was about to start making trouble, someone made another noise on the same second floor.

"Ten thousand and one hundred taels!"

This man was dressed in green clothes, he looked heroic and extraordinary, and he had the air of a superior person faintly.

Gou Dezheng's cross-dressing performance was interrupted, of course he was not willing to let it go.

"1000 taels!"

"Eleven thousand and one hundred taels." The young man did not dare to be disappointed.

After that, it was the struggle between the two.

"2000 taels!"

"Twelve thousand and one hundred taels!"

"3000 taels!"

"Thirteen thousand and one hundred taels!"

The two should have had a feud before, no matter how much Gou Dezheng bid, the opponent on the other side would add 100 taels.

It doesn't look like a fight, but like a humiliation.

The current price has far exceeded the value of Willow Yuruoqu.

Not to mention the song, even on some famous flower boats in Yangzhou, the price is enough to be casual and unrestrained.

"2 taels!!!"

Gou Dezheng's eyes were already red, and he shouted out the sky-high price hysterically.

Everyone was in an uproar, 2 taels for one piece of music, this is really appalling.

The man opposite did not speak again, but chuckled lightly, his eyes full of disdain.

In fact, Gou Dezheng also regretted it a little, and 2 taels would not make him feel too heartbroken.

But this is just a song, but the words have been said, and it is impossible to go back on it.

He comforted himself in his heart, the 2 taels was regarded as a bride price, and his goal was not for a piece of music.

This Liu Yuruo, he is going to make a decision, it is impossible to be a regular wife, but having such a concubine is enough to envy others.

Yan Niang on the stage, her eyes almost fell out, and she sold 2 taels of a song, which is really a cash cow.

"Since no one bids, then this song belongs to Mr. Gou..."

Before she finished speaking, a voice came out:
"I pay 100 taels!"

With a swish, everyone looked at Han Fei on the second floor.

He raised the wine glass in his hand, smiled, and drank it down.

And Gou Dezheng couldn't restrain his anger anymore, he shouted at Han Fei: "Do you know who I am!"

"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. The only thing I want to know is whether you will pay more or not?" Han Fei didn't care.

"Good good!"

Gou Dezheng was extremely angry, no matter who he was, he might not have a good temper if he was repeatedly targeted, let alone such a playboy.

"Now I wonder if you can come up with so much money. Do you know what will happen if you deliberately raise the bar?"

Han Fei chuckled, then put his hands in his sleeves and took out a thick stack of banknotes.

After fanning the wind, he said to Gou Dezheng: "Young Master Gou, if you don't have any money, let's go back, don't embarrass yourself here."

"You..." Gou Dezheng pointed at Han Fei, then turned his head and shouted, "I'll pay 5000 taels."

He's out of his mind now, and he has to win this fight.

As for after...

There was a fierce look in Gou Dezheng's eyes. He would not let Han Fei go after the incident. He couldn't afford to offend the man in front of him, but Han Fei had to die.

He must torture Han Fei to death, and then take his money to make up for his loss.

Thinking of this, his mood improved a lot, and his face became more relaxed.

It's just that he didn't expect that Han Fei came here with this purpose in the first place.

"3 taels!"

Gou Dezheng continued to shout, anyway, he would get it back from Han Fei's hands as much as he lost, so he didn't care.

But unexpectedly, Han Fei didn't increase the price.

He looked at Gou Dezheng with disdain, exactly the same as the young man in Tsing Yi just now.

Seeing this scene, Gou Dezheng was angry again, but then calmed down.

It's just a dead person, so don't worry about him.

A piece of music was actually sold for a sky-high price of [-] yuan. This scene was enough for everyone present to brag about for a long time.

After confirming that there were no more bids, Yan Niang said directly: "In this case, this song belongs to Mr. Gou."

Afterwards, a maid came over with a wooden case. There was a book on the case, which should be the piano score of this piece.

Gou Dezheng went over to pick up the sheet music, smiled and said to Yanniang: "Yanniang, I don't quite understand this piece, why don't you invite Miss Yuruo to play it for me."

"Of course it is possible, my name is..."

Before she finished speaking, Gou Dezheng interrupted her directly: "I mean go back with me and play solo alone. After all, I spent money, didn't I?"

"This..." Yan Niang's face was a bit ugly, which showed that the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

"What's the matter?" Gou Dezheng's tone was already a bit wrong, he threatened:

"You should know who this young master is. As long as I talk casually, your flower boat will cease to exist."

To be able to afford this business, Yanniang naturally has some background behind her, and she is not weak.

It's just that with this background, when you meet this kind of aristocratic family, it will be very different.

Therefore, she did not dare to violate Gou Dezheng's meaning.

Seeing that Yanniang didn't dare to say anything, Gou Dezheng said proudly: "Since you agree, let him go with me in a while."

Gou Dezheng was proud of himself, but the oiran on the stage had a different picture.

She knew that there would definitely be such a day in this kind of place, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

Thinking of this, the sorrow in her eyes became even more pitiful.

Han Fei was still hesitating, should he make a move?

He had already seen the entire flower boat, and he couldn't find any hidden people at all.

Could it be that Gou Dezheng is really such an idiot that he would give up his life for sex?

Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and Han Fei suddenly realized something.

It's not that Gou Dezheng didn't take anyone with him, he brought the two women beside him onto the boat.

In this flower boat, but with a woman, I feel a little unreasonable no matter how I think about it.

Unless, these two women are very important and must be inseparable.

These two people are likely to be his bodyguards.

However, these two are so young, how can they keep Gou Dezheng?
Unable to figure it out, he decided to try it out.

Picking up the jug, he walked down slowly, and then came to Gou Dezheng's side.

"Brother Gou is really proud. You can buy a song for 3 taels. You can be said to be a role model for my generation. I should respect you."

As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in front of him, motioning for Gou Dezheng to have a drink too.

Gou Dezheng is now full of complacency. Facing Han Fei, a "dead man", he doesn't mind having a drink, so he treats it as a farewell.

Lifting the wine glass in his hand, he pretended to be heroic, and then drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this, Han Fei yelled softly: "Okay, you are really proud, let's have another drink."

He picked up the jug in his hand and slowly poured another glass.

At this time, Han Fei suddenly "slipped his hand", and the whole jug fell to the table.

Suddenly, the woman next to him quickly reached out and grabbed the flagon, and then smiled coquettishly: "Young master, be careful."

　In a few months, the author will be three years old.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)