Chapter 247 The unexpected highest price

The sun sinks in the western mountains, and the golden afterglow is sprinkled on the glazed bricks and tiles of the 'Welcome Building', giving birth to a dazzling gorgeous. In the restaurant, Yang Yanzhao and the shopkeeper said a few more words before they left with Zhang Qian and Li Zhi.

The auction ended before noon, but because tomorrow the buyer will become a rich merchant, many things have to be rearranged, at least Yang Yanzhao can't leave.

Therefore, when you are busy, it is time for sunset.

"My dear, brother Yanzhao, there are 100,000 taels of silver a day today. In the next two days, isn't there still 200,000?"

In the carriage, Li Zhi was obviously still excited. After talking about the nobles of the palace he saw today, he picked up his fingers and counted the money, and couldn't help sighing.

Zhang Qian sighed, "These scriptures, no matter which volume, are priceless treasures in the market. It's a pity."

Hearing his words, Yang Yanzhao leaned his head against the carriage and answered helplessly, "It's true that as Qiu Bai said, 100,000 taels, too little, but it's not bad today. The highlight is still in the next two days. I hope it won't disappoint."

The next day, it was still in the 'welcome building'. Unlike yesterday, which was full of powerful ministers in the court. Except for Yang Yanzhao and the three of them, there were no officials in the restaurant, which also made the merchants seat much more relaxed. They smiled and even negotiated a few transactions with a short gathering.

Perhaps it is the importance of these scriptures, or it may earn the face that everyone looks up to. The auction is very lively, and the price is rising. At the end, the same ten volumes of scriptures were sold as much as six times the price of yesterday.

That is to say, the harvest of this day is more than 600,000 taels of silver.

Looking at the wooden boxes full of white silver in the room, no one has ever seen so much silver. Zhang Qian, who is in charge of the inventory, only feels dizzy.

"Brother Yanzhao, is there still so much silver tomorrow, then it will be a million taels of silver."

Li Zhi pouted his mouth, weighed the silver ingots in his hand, and said with joy. Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao, who was talking to Zhang Qian, raised his head and shook his head. "It should not be as much. Today, they are all merchants all the way from Jiangnan. Now Jiangnan is rich, and he is not distressed at all. I'm afraid that tomorrow will not be so rich. The harvest."

"That's true. What Brother Yan Zhao said is reasonable, but how should this silver be placed?"

Zhang Qian closed the account book in his hand, and with the silver liang sent for auction yesterday, he recorded more than 700,000 yuan of silver on this day. His eyes had been dazzled for a long time, so he rubbed his forehead with his hand, and his words were a little tired.

After two days of busyness, Yang Yanzhao was also a little tired. He stretched out and sat on a wooden chair on one side. "These silver can't be left in my hands. Now, I'm on the tip of the storm, and countless eyes are staring at me. I can't wait to find out some t-made crimes to put me in prison, or even kill it quickly. Therefore, this Some of the silver was removed and made clean, or leave yesterday's 100,000 taels, and send the rest to the palace. The third hall has these 100,000 taels and tomorrow's auction income, which should be enough.

Hearing these words, Li Zhi withdrew Bai Pang's hand from the silver. It seemed that the silver had become very hot.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. The smile on his face condensed and asked softly, "Brother Yanzhao, yesterday you should have said that you would build the rest of the money to the schools in all states and counties. If the silver is sent to the palace, it will naturally be difficult to take it out. In this way, aren't you going to lose your trust? Scholars all over the world?"

What he said, Zhang Qian couldn't help but look at Yang Yanzhao. Yesterday's situation was still vivid. Naturally, he did not forget his sonorous and passionate words. As Li Zhi said, it was also Yang Yanzhao's own words. The silver was handed over to the one in the palace. How can the rest of the promises be fulfilled?

When both of them were full of nervousness, the latter leaned on the mahogany chair carelessly and said leisurely, "Brother Qiu Bai, Brother Yuanpei, if I remember correctly, yesterday, it was clearly said that the official wanted to use the remaining money to run a school in the state government. If it didn't come true in the end, it was not Yang Jing's fault.

The matter of the three halls, driving the ducks on the shelves made me suffer a lot. It is also understandable to use him to block a long mouth.

Hearing this, Zhang Qian and Li Zhi were all terrified. This turned out to be a rebellious statement, especially the last sentence. If it spreads, several heads would not be enough to cut.

The two swallowed their saliva, looked at each other, and saw the horror on their faces. Just as they were about to speak, they heard a slight snoring sound. Looking up, Yang Yanzhao had leaned against the wooden chair and fell asleep, so he had to take back the words that came to his mouth.

A team of forbidden troops were sent from the palace to take away the silver. Yang Yanzhao, who took a nap for a moment, recovered his spirit as usual and smiled, making Zhang Qian behind him worried, but he didn't know how to speak.

When he returned to the yard, it was sunset again. He gave 100,000 taels of silver to Guo Huai for care. After dinner and chatting with everyone for a while, Yang Yanzhao, who was a little tired, went back to his house to rest.

The next day, as he expected, the auction site was not as good as yesterday. Fortunately, the seal of Hanlin Academy was stamped on each volume of scriptures in advance. Otherwise, I'm afraid that no one was present at the door, so they all went to buy the copy of the copy.

Yang Yanzhao was satisfied with more than 400,000 silver tattoos. When the last volume of 'Shangshu' was taken out, a thin middle-aged man with a white shirt and a square scarf crown shouted out 30,000 taels of silver.

"Fifty thousand taels!"

After a period of competition, the white and fat Huizhou businessman shouted out 50,000 taels. Under the voice, no one answered. Seeing this, Yang Yanzhao knew that the auction was over, but he still had to do routine and ask three times.

"Fifty thousand taels of silver, is there a higher price?"

After two times, I was about to knock on the table to set the price, but suddenly I heard an old and timid voice, "I'll pay twenty-two or three words."

The sound is not loud, but in this room, it is really as noticeable as a silver bottle bursting in the silent night.

Looking for the reputation, it was Yang Yanzhao who had seen it several times. He was the old editor of the Hanlin Academy Collection. He didn't know when the old editor came in. Maybe he was regarded as the entourage of a rich businessman. He stood quietly in the corner before, which was extremely ordinary and humble that people couldn't remember to look at it for the second time.

The old man's brown robe was a little shiny. His long white hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, and the cheekbones on his thin face bulged. Perhaps he noticed many contemptuous eyes, and a trace of embarrasment appeared on his pale face.

"Hehe."

I don't know who started it. The contemptful laughter sounded in the room, and then the laughter became louder and louder. The old editor's eyes showed a dodge. Finally, he lowered his head and stopped looking at the 'Shangshu' held by Zhang Qian in the distance.

He has touched that book a thousand times, and the things mentioned in the article can be written with his eyes closed. However, these can't be taken out openly. Therefore, for many years, the old editor has been thinking about having a 'shangshu' gift from the court, and this auction is the only opportunity to complete this long-lost. A long-cherished wish.

Therefore, with this only silver liang, the old editor came to the restaurant and struggled for a long time. Before the hammer fell, he shouted out words that he couldn't believe.

"Bang!"

This is the sound of the mallet knocking on the table. The smiling merchants smiled, but the contempt was still hanging at the corners of their mouths. The fat buttocks of the white and fat Huizhou businessman had left the wooden chair and planned to come forward and take over the dazzling brocade box.

"The final price of this book is twenty-two or three articles. Congratulations to the old man!"

When the words fell, there was a silence, but the old editor suddenly raised his head and looked at Yang Yanzhao, who was smiling in disbelief. For a long time, a little crystal flashed in his eyes.

"Isn't it for those who are expensive!"

After a brief silence, there was a buzzing discussion. The Huizhou businessman stepped forward with dissatisfaction and stared at Yang Yanzhao with small eyes, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

"Humph!"

With a cold hum, several armored forbidden soldiers came forward, and the long knives came out of the sheath, which was chilling.

Suddenly, I felt that my back was like a needle, and the white and fat face squeezed out a smile that was worse than crying. "The little man was confused for a moment, and I hope the adult will forgive me."

With that, he bent down to salute, then retreated to the original seat and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

With his coming out, the room became quiet. Yang Yanzhao coughed a few times and glanced at everyone coldly. "Yes, those who set a high price at the auction will get it. You are rich and rich. In your eyes, twenty or three cents are like ants and rice grains, which are insignificant, but this is the savings of the old man's life. Therefore, this book does not violate the previous rules. On the contrary, it is the highest price sold in the past three days.

Because it is the hot blood of the reader and the backbone of the breeze, and how much money can't be compared.

After saying that, the room was silent again. Zhang Qian and Li Zhi, who stood aside, only felt that their noses were sore, but the old editor in the corner could no longer suppress it, and the two lines of turbid tears flowed down.