Zhuo Bufan took a look. It turned out to be a reception room. More than ten people were sitting inside. She reckoned that these people were the real big shots in Zhongzhou.
"Mr Zhuo's fame has spread far and wide. Why can't he go in?" At this moment, Master Wu stood up and said loudly.
Zhuo Bufan definitely disdained arguing with the bodyguards. This kind of thing could only be left to Master Wu. Seeing that Master Wu was so angry that his neck was red, Zhuo Bufan unconsciously had a better impression of him. Perhaps she could teach him something so that he could step into the path of cultivation in his lifetime.
The bodyguards still did not move. "Sorry, without Mr Zhou's instructions, we really cannot let you in. Everyone, please don't make things difficult for us …"
As they were speaking, suddenly a loud and clear voice came from inside. "Let them in."
The person who spoke was Zhou Gaisang, who was sitting at the head. He had long noticed the situation at the entrance of the corridor. After hesitating for a moment, he still opened his mouth. Only then did the bodyguards move aside. "Please!"
In the reception room on the third floor, there were more than ten chairs carved from nanmu, divided into two rows. At the front were two chairs for Zhou Gaisang and Dongfang Yi. On the lower right was Xu Huan. Even juniors like Zhou Yi and Yan Chun Yi could only stand at the back.
Below them were some representatives of Zhongzhou's rich and powerful families. Many young men and women were standing. Only the most senior people sat on the chairs. When the crowd saw Zhuo Bufan and her group, their eyes revealed a puzzled look. They had a young man who looked ordinary, a young lady who looked smart, and a silver-haired old man who wore a long gown and a man who looked like an iron tower. When these people stood together, how could they not feel strange?
Dongfang Yi put down the porcelain teacup in his hand and looked at Master Wu indifferently. Smiling, he said, "Master Wu, long time no see." Although he was greeting him, he had no intention of getting up.
Master Wu glanced at him indifferently. "Mr Dongfang, Mr Zhou."
Zhou Gaisang nodded gently. "Show Master Wu his seat." Very soon, two bodyguards carried out a chair and placed it at the end of the row. To him, a junior like Zhuo Bufan was not qualified to have a seat.
However, the next scene made both Dongfang Yi and Zhou Gaisang reveal a look of surprise. They saw Master Wu standing respectfully at the side, while Zhuo Bufan sat on a chair. Could it be that this brat was not Master Wu's disciple? Otherwise, there would be no reason for the master to stand while the disciple sat down.
"Hmph, who is he? He's following us again. So annoying." Zhou Yi, who was standing beside her father, couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Yan Chun Yi smiled helplessly but didn't say anything. However, she could feel the powerful aura exuding from Zhuo Bufan, which almost overwhelmed all the rich people in Zhongzhou present.
Zhou Gaisang and Dongfang Yuan didn't care about Zhuo Bufan and the others anymore. Zhou Gaisang said, "Bosses, we are able to gather here today because of your respect for me. If you have anything good, please share it with us."
"Oh, Amitabha." At this moment, the monk who just came in suddenly stood up. He was smiling so widely that he couldn't even open his eyes. "This poor monk happens to have something good in his hands that I want to show everyone."
Everyone's eyes immediately fell on the monk and the Taoist priest. There was a trace of curiosity in their eyes.
The monk opened the wooden box in his hand. Instantly, a brass incense burner came into view. Its design was simple and exquisite, with many gaps and small holes. A faint scent of musk instantly filled the air. However, Zhuo Bufan frowned. She secretly made a hand sign and an invisible spiritual energy barrier enveloped the four of them.
Master Wu, Qianbin, and Lian Shijian naturally couldn't smell this fragrance. As for the other rich people and Zhou Gaisang, when they smelled this musk, their faces immediately revealed an expression of enjoyment. They felt relaxed all over and their minds instantly relaxed.
Dongfang Yi's face was filled with surprise and shock. Ordinary people would only think that this fragrance could relieve fatigue, but he could feel the faint spiritual energy surrounding the incense burner. This was actually an artifact. Moreover, if the incense burner was placed beside him when he cultivated, he might even be able to improve his cultivation.
"Could this be an artifact?" Dongfang Yi was dumbfounded.
The fat monk said with a smile, "That's right. Mister Dongfang indeed has a discerning eye. This incense burner is something I brought back from Ganzhou. It has a certain relaxing effect. Moreover, long-term absorption of the fragrance can strengthen one's body and make one's mind clearer."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Gaisang frowned and said indifferently, "Legend has it that artifacts with such effects do not appear in the world. I heard that two months ago, an artifact had appeared at the Jia Clan's auction in Jinling, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes this time."
As he said this, Zhou Gaisang's gaze fell on Dongfang Yi. Dongfang Yi lightly nodded and said in a low voice, "Mister Zhou, this is indeed an artifact. It can only be found by chance. If Mister Zhou can buy it for me, I am willing to go all out and work for Mister Zhou for three years without complaint."
"Really?" Zhou Gaisang's eyes suddenly lit up. If he could get Mister Dongfang's help, his career would go to the next level.
"May I know how much this incense burner will cost?" Zhou Gaisang looked at the smiling monk and asked.
The monk and the thin-faced Taoist priest looked at each other, then nodded and stretched out three fingers. He smiled and said, "Not much, not much, 300 million!"
When the people heard his words, they could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. Some of these people were estimated to have a net worth of a billion, but that was all of their assets, including some fixed assets. Their circulating capital probably did not even reach 300 million.
"Isn't 300 million a little too much? Moreover, this is just a small incense burner." Xu Xu frowned slightly and looked at Zhou Gaisang as she said in a low voice.
Zhou Gaisang saw the passion in Dongfang Yi's eyes from the corner of his eyes. He hesitated for a moment. If he could get Mister Dongfang's help, he would be able to recover the 300 million he spent on building an additional building. He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, 300 million it is."
The fat monk and the skinny Taoist priest's eyes flashed coldly at the same time. As for Lian Xipo, he had long frowned. He glanced at Lian Qian from the corner of his eyes and said in a low voice, "300 million is a lot of pressure for the family."
Lian Qian's pale face had a hint of black. He clenched his fist and coughed a few times. "Dad, forget it. I don't think I can recover from this illness. Don't spend this money."
"Sigh." Lian Xipo sighed deeply.
The others began to whisper to each other. After all, this was a transaction of 300 million.
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