Chapter 101: The Black Selling Business of Ba Dao Men

Chapter 101: The Black Selling Business of Ba Dao Men

Chapter 101: The Black Selling Business of Ba Dao Men

There is a group of pavilions and houses on the hillside of Shuanglong Mountain.

On the stone platform, a huge knife was placed upside down, with the blade facing the sky and the back of the knife embedded in the groove.

It is about two meters long, the blade is as wide as a door panel, and is covered with black rust. Although its original sharpness cannot be seen, it has a domineering and ancient air.

Every time Liu Ji passed by Badaotai, he would think of the deeds of his ancestors, who were feared throughout the 800-li Qinchuan area, and who were the leaders of the Guanzhong martial arts world together with the Huashan Sect, and who fought against the Demon Cult together with outstanding achievements.

Now he has become a minor character.

If he had not given his youngest daughter to the commander of Tongguan Guard as a concubine and donated 60% of the profits of Huilongji, even his ancestral Badao Villa would have been coveted by surrounding forces.

"Huashan Sect!"

The first ray of morning sunlight fell on the Ba Dao Terrace.

Liu Ji, the sixty-year-old owner of the villa, stopped for a long time and looked at the huge sword.

In his mind, Badao Villa has two enemies.

There is one that can be named, and that is the Demonic Cult.

The other one he could only keep in his heart.

Fifty years ago, the Huashan Sect was under siege by the Demon Cult. The leader of the Badao Sect led all the masters to provide support. However, they and the ten elders of the Demon Cult who attacked the mountain mysteriously disappeared in Huashan, and not even their bodies were recovered.

He was only ten years old at that time.

A disciple reported: "Master, everything is ready."

Liu Ji was wearing black warrior clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist. His temples were slightly gray, but there was a sharpness between his brows, like a tiger about to step out of the forest.

"Today's black market is a little special, so we need to send more people."

"Inside the Juyun Tower, a hundred guards have been arranged. Outside, there are also a hundred servants from the son-in-law's camp, ready to take orders at any time. Who is so blind as to dare to come and die?"

The disciple was full of confidence. After all, he had the protection of Tongwei, and the Badao Sect had been doing quite well in these few years on this small piece of land.

Liu Ji glared at the smart-aleck disciple and said in a deep voice: "Commander Wang is Commander Wang."

West Street in Huilongji, Juyun Tower.

Every two months, a "black sale" is held in Juyun Tower, which is considered the most profitable business in Huilongji.

The item being competed for shall be won by the one who bids the highest price.

Buyers and sellers can choose to cover up their names and hide their identities. Everything is handled by Juyunlou, so it is called "black selling".

This kind of transaction method not only interprets the pursuit of profit to the extreme, but also easily becomes a place for bandits to sell stolen goods, and has always been criticized by civil servants with a background in Confucian classics.

The imperial court once issued an order that, except for official sales and charity sales, "black sales" that were immoral among the people were prohibited.

The "black selling" business of Juyun Tower started on the day Liu Ji sent his daughter to the residence of Wei Zhihuishi.

Over the years, the business became more and more prosperous, and people even came from Xi'an Prefecture hundreds of miles away to bring treasures here to sell illegally. They were attracted by the fact that this place was far away and no one could interfere.

"Isn't this just an auction? The wisdom of our ancestors really can't be underestimated."

Led by the maid, Zhang Yu entered the second floor and found a private room to sit down. Through the pearl curtain, he could just see the high platform between the floors.

There were some dried fruits such as peanuts and walnuts on the table, as well as a pot of tea.

"If you need anything, please let me know."

That year, Fang Shiba's maid was well-proportioned, with fair skin, and looked quite respectable, which was why she was able to serve lavish guests in the private room on the second floor. When she saw that the guest had an extraordinary appearance and a graceful temperament, she couldn't help but feel a bit of favor towards him.

"Change it to a jug of wine." "Yes."

The maid quickly brought back a pot of wine from outside, filled a cup, and reminded: "Sir, this wine is called 'Mantangchun', it is mellow on the palate, but has a strong aftereffect, making people drunk without knowing it, and the black market is about to begin, please drink with caution."

Zhang Yu raised the glass, drank it all in one gulp, and immediately felt refreshed.

It is true that wine is like its owner. It is said that Westerners have a strong temper, especially Guanzhong wine.

Any kind of liquor in Juyun Tower is as strong as the "Drunken Bull" in Bailuo County.

In no time.

On the high platform between the buildings, a middle-aged man who looked like a court official began to introduce the first competing product to the guests.

"The Pine and Crane Longevity Painting, by Li Guinian, a famous scholar in the Tang Dynasty, is said to have come from a certain prince's mansion... Starting price: 1,000 taels."

Bidding soon began in the building, and when the price reached five thousand taels,

Including this "Pine and Crane Longevity Picture", there are 36 other paintings, all of which are stamped with the red stamp of "Jiangnan Yining" and often appear in "black market" markets all over the country.

Those who purchased the paintings did not really appreciate the handwriting of Li Guinian, who was not famous for his painting. They just took the opportunity of returning the paintings to make friends with Prince Ning, the only person in the world who held military power.

The current emperor is weak and childless. In the eyes of many people, Prince Ning, his half brother, is the next ruler of peace.

"Sixty-year-old blood dragon ginseng, picked from the mountains, with complete roots, has the magical effect of strengthening qi and blood and strengthening the foundation. The starting price is eight hundred taels."

Needless to say, this must be the treasure brought by the mountain people.

After that, there were medicinal herbs such as wild Ganoderma lucidum, Dendrobium officinale, and Old Man's ginseng that were at least thirty years old. They were very popular among the wealthy merchants present and were basically sold at two to three times the reserve price.

Before we knew it, this black sale had come to an end. There were forty or fifty competing items, including valuable elixirs, calligraphy and painting antiques, real estate deeds, martial arts secrets, and precious swords. Except for three that no one bid on, the others had been sold, mostly to distinguished guests in the private rooms on the second floor.

The maidservant felt unhappy when she saw Zhang Yu did not make a bid. After all, if the transaction between the private room customers was successful, she could also get a share of the profits.

If the customer she served didn't even ask for price once, the next time she would have to work downstairs as a maid carrying teapots.

"Is it just an empty shell? I spent money to pretend to be in a private room, but my pocket is empty now?"

The maid pondered in her heart and felt that it was not the case. She also had some experience in judging people. This person was calm and composed, with an extraordinary aura, and did not show any guilt at all.

"Or, this person is..."

She secretly glanced at the young man's profile, and remembered that the sisters in the building had said that there was a type of guest who deliberately booked a private room and insisted on being "served" by the sisters before he would be interested in bidding.

She asked softly, "Sir, is there nothing in this building that you like?"

Zhang Yu smiled lightly and said nothing.

Seeing this, the maid became more certain in her heart that although this man was born with a good appearance, he was a mentally abnormal person with that kind of fetish. She saw that this "black singing" was about to end.

"My lord, you may be tired. I know how to give you massage."

She turned around, closed the door, locked it, and walked behind Zhang Yu. She took off her coat, leaving only a tube top underneath, revealing her snow-white skin.

He stretched out his two smooth arms and gently patted the young guest's shoulders.

"Sir, do you still think it's appropriate?"

At this time, the last competing product finally appeared on the podium, and the field became noisy in an instant like boiling water.

Zhang Yu moved sideways to take the wine glass, and just in time saw the maid's two pink arms, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Why did you take off your clothes?"

(End of this chapter)