The moment the bid of 2000 gold coins was announced, the fat on the fat merchant's face trembled violently. At this moment, he really wanted to slap himself. Why didn't he call the deal later?
No, he definitely could not let this 1000 gold coins slip away. As he thought of this, he hurriedly shouted, "Someone bid 2000 gold coins, is there any higher bid..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt something cold on his neck. He subconsciously lowered his head and saw a shining white knife pressed against his neck.
"You... Hurry and let go... This is the gathering point of the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference, how dare you commit such a violent act?" The fat merchant stuttered in the first half of his sentence, but he seemed to understand that Mo Wuji did not dare to make a move, and his speech became much more fluent.
The person holding the knife against the fat merchant's neck was Mo Wuji. Seeing Mo Wuji use the knife, many people looked at him in shock. Just like what the fat merchant had said, if he dared to use the knife here, it would mean that he was too old and wanted to hang himself.
Mo Wuji chuckled, "Fatty, you've already agreed to my price. This means that our verbal agreement is already in place. At this moment, neither of us can go back on our words. You also know that this is the gathering point of the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference. If the Immortal Master were to find out that you are doing illegal business here, going back on your word and disregarding the rules set by the Immortal Master, acting atrociously here at the gathering point of the Spring Immortal's Gate, do you know what would happen? "
Mo Wuji purposely paused for a moment, then laughed coldly, "I'm afraid that you won't have the life to spend the money you earned. I'm not in a hurry to kill you, I just need to report this to the immortal master here. "
With that, Mo Wuji really kept the knife and looked at the fat merchant with disdain.
Cold sweat trickled down the fat merchant's face. If Mo Wuji did not pursue the matter, he would be fine. However, how could a fella who dared to bid 1000 gold coins for a female slave not pursue the matter after suffering such a loss? He only saw the gold coins and forgot about the danger he was in.
He definitely could not go back on his words, as there were so many people here. If he did, he would only die faster.
"Keke, I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now. I was blinded by money, and forgot that we had already reached an agreement. " A fawning smile appeared on Fatty's face as he passed the woman's chain and a key to Mo Wuji. Compared to a thousand gold coins, his life was more important.
Mo Wuji snorted, opened the chain, and threw the key and chain away. At the same time, he took out 1001 gold coins and 1 copper coin from his pocket and threw them to the fat merchant.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had to save this girl who might be from his clan, he definitely wouldn't have been so nice to her. Even if they wanted to buy it, they would only pay 50 to 100 gold coins at most.
However, Mo Wuji did not mind. Ever since he saw this fatty trying to sell a girl from the Northern Qin Prefecture Wang Clan, he had no intention of letting this fatty off.
The man with the paper fan's face turned gloomy, but he did not dare to challenge the rules of the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference. He could only watch as Mo Wuji took the girl away from the fat merchant.
The fat merchant hurriedly said to the man with the folding fan humbly, "Sir, I have even better ones here. Number 31 is not only beautiful, she's also proficient in all kinds of music. When it comes to serving people, number 31 is the best one I have here …"
"Is that so? Fatty, you have even better ones? Why didn't you call them out earlier? I want number 31 too. I bid 1000 gold coins. "Mo Wuji did not even wait for the man with the paper fan to speak.
The man with the paper fan had just been slapped in the face by Mo Wuji. The only reason why he had not acted up until now was because he was wary of the rules of the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference. Now that Mo Wuji had humiliated him with number 31, how could he lose again? He did not believe that a mere servant could compete with him in terms of wealth.
"2000 gold coins." The man with the paper fan stared at Mo Wuji with disdain, and his voice was filled with arrogance.
The fat merchant was dumbfounded. He had not even called out number 31, and these two fellas had already started bidding. Following which, he was pleasantly surprised. He was going to make a fortune.
"3000 gold coins." Mo Wuji called out casually.
"5000."
"6000 …"
"10,000 gold coins!" The man with the paper fan's blood boiled. A mere servant actually dared to be so arrogant.
Mo Wuji saw a slightly older man whisper a few words into the man's ear. The man with the paper fan's blood started to subside, and his eyes started to calm down.
"Not bad, you are indeed a rich person. I really can't take out so much money." With that, Mo Wuji pulled the girl he bought, and said to the stunned Ding Bu'Er, "Bu'Er, let's go."
At this point, how could the man with the paper fan not know that Mo Wuji was scamming him? He was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging. He could not wait to order his men to skin Mo Wuji alive. Unfortunately, this was not his country, and he did not have the guts to do so.
"Jia Jing, pay up." The man with the paper fan snorted. He did not even have the mood to look at number 31, and turned to leave.
The fat merchant was the most pleased. With these two slaves, he had earned a year or two's worth of profit.
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"Wuji, that fatty is also not a good person. Even though you cheated that annoying fella, you let the fatty off easy," Ding Bu'Er said as he followed beside Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji laughed, "Let him off easy? Keke, we'll talk about it when we get back. "
Mo Wuji had long regarded this fatty as a dead man for daring to sell a Mo clansman as a slave. The reason why he dared to bid such a high price was because he was not afraid of paying.
"I'll go see Brother Zhenyi and Aunt Eleven. You can go back first." Ding Bu'Er knew that Mo Wuji had something to say to the girl, so he took the initiative to leave.
Mo Wuji brought the girl into the tent and pulled up the tent.
The girl stared at Mo Wuji cautiously. In her eyes, Mo Wuji, the man with the paper fan and the fat merchant were the same type of people. They were the type of people that she hated.
"What's your name?" Mo Wuji did not care about the girl's vigilance, and asked after sitting down.
"Mo Xiangtong." After the girl said her name, she still looked at Mo Wuji with her lips pursed.
"Northern Qin Prefecture Lord Mo Tiancheng, how do you address you?" Mo Wuji asked again.
Mo Xiangtong was not surprised. Everyone knew that she was from the Northern Qin Prefecture, "Lord Tiancheng is my uncle. My father and Lord Tiancheng are cousins."
Mo Wuji stared at Mo Xiangtong in shock. After all, this Mo Xiangtong was actually older than him. Logically speaking, he should have called Mo Xiangtong aunt.
"My name is Mo Wuji. Mo Tiancheng is my grandfather. So you should understand why I saved you. "Mo Wuji sighed as he explained.
Mo Xiangtong was even more shocked than Mo Wuji when she heard Mo Wuji's words. She stared blankly for a while before asking uncertainly, "You're the young lord …"
Mo Wuji laughed bitterly, "What young lord? I'm probably the only descendant of the Northern Qin Prefecture Lord. The Northern Qin Prefecture Lord no longer belongs to our Mo Clan."
Mo Xiangtong's whole body started trembling. Her eyes turned red and tears started flowing out.
(That's all for today's update. Good night friends!)
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