After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"Tsk, I'll pay fifty thousand for each. I'll take all three."

The guests in the private room on the 3rd floor couldn't hold it in any longer and someone finally spoke up for the first time.

5 per ticket immediately made Boss Sun and the red-faced man, who had been shouting excitedly just now, shut up obediently.

"The guest at No. 302 is offering 5 taels per ticket. Is there anyone who can offer a higher price?"

The host Mei Niang's eyes slowly swept across the doors of a row of private rooms on the third floor, waiting for someone to offer a higher bid.

"5 taels for the first time..."

"I'll pay 6 per ticket..."

"68,000 taels, I only want one..."

As guests from the third floor joined the competition, the scene became even more lively.

"I'll pay 10 taels for each ticket. I'll take all three. Anyway, I brought enough silver today, so I'm not afraid of you snatching it from me."

An extremely arrogant voice belonging to a young man was heard from Box 306.

"I wonder who dares to be so arrogant?

It turned out to be Tong Wencai, the most beloved son of Lord Tong Guoan, the Nine Gates Commander.

I hope he really brought enough silver today."

When she thought of those no-cost businesses that would be put up for auction one after another, Li Shiliu couldn't help but smile with her crescent eyes.

After all, there are not many fat sheep these days who are willing to come to your door and say, "Come and kill me."

Even Emperor Jiade, who had just taken a sip of tea, slightly raised his eyelids.

After all, this was only the first item to be auctioned, and no one knew what good things would come out next, so everyone fell silent.

"10 taels per ticket, first time."

"10 taels per ticket, second time, are there any customers who want to bid?

If you miss this opportunity, there will never be a second time."

"10 taels per ticket, the first..."

Just as the main dish Mei Niang raised the small golden hammer in her hand and was about to knock it down, a strong voice came from the box 310 next door.

"12 taels each, I want them all..."

"120,000 per ticket, the guest in box 310 bid 12 per ticket...

12 taels per ticket, the first time..."

In box 306, Tong Wencai was furious and wanted to argue again, but was stopped by his father Tong Guoan with a sullen face.

"Shut up, the one bidding next door is the old Marquis Dingbei."

The words "Old Marquis Dingbei" successfully made Tong Wencai shut up.

The old Marquis Dingbei is over 70 years old. His family has always been military generals, guarding the northern border for generations. The old Marquis Dingbei suffered a lot at the border and his health was not very good. After handing over the border to his son, he returned to Yuanjing City to retire.

A general like this who holds military power and guards a region would naturally not be afraid of Tong Guoan, the governor of the Nine Gates. Tong Wencai, who relied on his father to act arrogantly in the capital, once bumped into the old Marquis Dingbei, who personally whipped him several times, leaving Tong Wencai with a lot of torn flesh.

Moreover, after beating the man, the old Marquis Dingbei, who had no moral principles, ran to Emperor Jiade to complain. Not only did he not suffer any loss, but Tong Guoan was scolded by the emperor. Tong Wencai, who had never suffered such a punishment in his life, was really a little afraid of the old Marquis Dingbei, who was still strong and had no moral principles.

"12 taels per ticket, the second time..."

"12 taels per piece. The third time, it's sold. Congratulations on the first lot. Three Tencent Level 1 VIP cards belong to the 310 customer."

She put the three cards back on the tray, and soon another maid came on the field, holding a tray with both hands.

"Now let's look at the second lot, a folding fan with the painting "Watching the Moon from the Tower on Mid-Autumn Festival" by Mi Pei, a great calligrapher and painter of the previous dynasty."