Chapter 43 Don't Want It Anyway Today?

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The young man sighed sadly: "Okay, then it belongs to me."

When the hammer representing the deal came down, the young man took out a stack of bank notes from his pocket and presented them, and solemnly placed a tael of loose silver on the stack of bank notes.

Everyone looked at him as if they were watching a joke, watching him steal a lot of money and spend 800,000 taels of silver to buy a grass tree worth 50,000...

The young man held the crystal box containing the phantom grass in his palm, glanced at it and sighed, looked at it again and sighed again.

Seeing his expression of toothache, Rong Chu felt extremely refreshed, and said deliberately: "Dear man, since you have already got the tree you love, why are you still sighing?"

The young man looked up at Rong Chu on the second floor, as if he still didn't give up: "Fourth Highness, do you really don't want this grass?"

Rong Chu felt refreshed: "No!"

"No matter what, don't you want it today?"

"That's right, I don't want it today anyway." Rong Chu replied simply.

"Then—alright." The young man finally gave up, slowly opened the box, took a closer look, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect to buy a 3,000-year-old top-quality phantom grass, and I bought it for 800,000 taels of silver. Already!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked!

The tea cup that Rong Chu was holding dropped to the ground: "What?!"

Phantom grass is rare, a ten-year-old grass is worth around 50,000 taels, and this kind of grass is often auctioned on the market.

As for the one that has grown for three thousand years, it is a legendary existence! It can be said that it is priceless, not to mention 800,000, even if it is 8 million, there may not be a place to buy it!

The whole hall is boiling!

Rong Chu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly sneered: "Lie! I don't believe it! How can there be three thousand years of top-quality phantom grass in this world?! This is clearly born in ten years!"

The young man said leisurely: "Xiao Ke didn't ask His Highness to believe it." Slowly, he wanted to put the box containing the herbs into his sleeve...

"Little brother, wait a minute! Can I let this holy lady take a look?" The holy lady of Tianwenzong fell down from the second floor and was standing in front of the young man.

The Tianwenzong saintess's famous spotless eyes are almost ignored by anyone. Even the Fourth Highness Rong Chu respected her three points, and she was a little flattered. As for the vast majority of people, it is already a great honor to have a few words with her.

The saint stood there fluttering in white, with a pretty smile on her face. Although it was a negotiating tone, she couldn't tolerate rejection, and she didn't think the boy would refuse.

The young man did not refuse, he directly bid: "Yes, one hundred thousand taels!"

The saint in white was a little confused: "What?"

"One hundred thousand taels for you to take a look at." The young man said more clearly.

Saintess in white: "..."

"Young Master, don't you know me? I'm Gu Xixi, the Saintess of Tianwenzong..." The Saintess in white simply registered her name.

"200,000 taels..." The young man refused to pay, but started to increase the price.

The maiden in white blushed slightly: "You..."

"Three hundred thousand taels."

"You...how can you charge such a high price?!"

"Fourty thousand taels." The young man's voice was leisurely: "Saint, Xiao Ke asks for prices all over the world, but you are not allowed to bargain. If you are reluctant, you don't have to look at it, Xiao Ke will never force it. Well, you have cost more than you have done. After a bit of talking, it’s 800,000 taels now. If you say one more word, it’s 900,000 taels. Are you looking at this one or not?”