Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused

After sighing, Boss Yin continued: "By the way, stick slave, you will inform later that the auction will be ahead of schedule, so it will be set in five days."

"Yes!"

…

Moments later, news of the auction ahead of schedule spread in the Crescent Hotel.

Zhang Chen also received it, he didn't care, he just looked at the result.

But the hall on the first floor exploded.

All the forces are anxious. After all, this time, the properties of the major families are all on sale, and the prices are so cheap that they are dead. That's it, because there are too many properties that can't be sold.

"What? The auction time is five days earlier?"

"Is there a mistake! What should we do!"

"What should I do? Five days in advance, the properties I've listed haven't been sold yet. It seems that I have missed the auction."

"Don't tell me it's the same for me. Yesterday I cut the price in half again before I sold a set!"

"One set! You're kidding me! Even if you're short of money, no one will sell your carrots at the price? Why am I so unbelievable?"

"believe it or not!"

"All my properties in Kyoto, except the one I live in, are sold at half price. Is there any one present who can swallow them?"

Boss Yin on the third floor was surprised again when he heard the words.

"I will send Mr. Zhang a table of wine and vegetables, and one hundred taels of gold. I didn't expect a unicorn to make this group of aristocratic families go crazy like this. Mr. Zhang must take good care of you. If something happens, you will be punished."

The stick slave shivered.

…

Inside the box.

The second master's frowning brows stretched out, this should be enough.

Master Zhang picked up the wine cup and touched Er Yuehong.

He smiled and said, "This time, you should take your heart into your belly. Five days in advance is only good for us, not bad. Other aristocratic families can't raise so much money in a short period of time."

The second master filled another glass and stood up.

"My cup of thanks to the Buddha for your support."

I saw Master Zhang Dafa stood up, waved his hand and said, "The one who can help you the most is Xie Jiu, and of course the mysterious Mr. Zhang, if he hadn't brought out the unicorn and other gods in time, I'm afraid you would have I'm going to the Lu Palace."

It was true that before Mr. Zhang took out the qilin dried, he had already prepared everything, including the funeral. He had to personally go down to the tomb of King Lu of Qixing to get the blue-eyed fox's dried kylin. It was fate.

And just when February was red happily.

Master Zhang looked at the other box.

"You don't need to pay attention to other aristocratic families, but that foreigner has to pay attention. It's impossible if he doesn't have power behind him. Your biggest opponent this time must be him."

Hearing this, Er Yuehong's brows tensed up.

The details of other aristocratic families are easy to inquire about, but foreigners are different. If the root is not here, there is almost no useful information to find out.

This is always a hidden danger.

…

In another box.

When Huo Sanniang listened to the report of her subordinates, her face became more and more bad.

He said bitterly: "Master Zhang and Er Yuehong are really fast, but Xie Jiu dared to refuse me so readily, this account will be settled sooner or later."

Thinking about it, he asked again: "What's the latest trend in the Xie family?"

The person on the side replied: "Jiuye has sent someone to the tomb of King Lu of Qixing to find Qilinxie."

"So, I still have a chance, huh, huh."

......

"Mr. Zhang!"

There was a sudden scream in the hall on the first floor.

On the stairs, Yin Xinyue was dressed in a pink cheongsam, adorning her exquisite figure, and following Zhang Chen's side 397, she looked very intimate.

It attracted the attention of the audience.

"Mr. Zhang and Miss Yin are really a match made in heaven."

"Who says it's not, only a person like Mr. Zhang with outstanding literary talent and strength can be worthy of Miss Yin."

Yin Xinyue naturally heard it, and glanced at Zhang Chen secretly, and her face gradually turned rosy.

The two had just walked down the steps.

One person ran to the front regardless of the block, looking anxious.

"Mr. Zhang, Miss Yin, I know that you are collecting real estate recently. I really can't sell it. Can you collect it?"

Yin Xinyue frowned slightly, but there was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

Zhang Chen just glanced lightly, and he could see that the girl was holding back badly.

I saw Yin Xinyue wondering: "It's okay to take it, but at this price..."

The man in the audience immediately responded: "The original price is usually sold to Miss Yin."

Halfway is low enough, but Yin Xinyue's brows still haven't stretched out.

The man gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly, "Forty percent!"

Only then did Yin Xinyue speak: "Three percent!"

The man hesitated for a moment, and saw that Yin Xinyue was about to leave with Zhang Chen.

Finally made up my mind.

"Okay! Three makes three percent."

Zhang Chen couldn't help but be shocked. He thought that Yin Xinyue offered 30%, but the other side gave up, but he didn't expect to agree. Seeing Yin Xinyue's success, he realized that he had underestimated this quirky businessman.

Then look at the man with the poor color in front of him.

Mingming suffered a dumb loss, and the moment he saw Zhang Chen, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

Chapter 73 Does he have better?

The surrounding family saw that the Crescent Hotel had collected the properties that could not be sold.

Immediately, countless people swarmed up, and those on the side hurriedly came out to maintain order. If something happened to the young lady, they would not have a good life.

Yin Xinyue's expression did not change: "Those who want to sell their property should hurry up. Now, Crescent Hotel will be purchased at 30% of the original price, and it will be 20% or even 10% if it is later."

The color of everyone in the hall suddenly changed, and there were two or three people hiding in the corner and discussing quietly.

"Crescent Moon Hotel is too bullying! Do you really think he is the boss of the capital?"

"What a **** black heart, 30%, can't even get back the cost of building a house!"

The expressions of the listening slaves scattered all over the place suddenly became serious, and the words of the few people just now had entered their ears.

A listening slave calmly came to Yin Xinyue's side.

Yin Xinyue was suddenly furious.

"Where is the stick slave!"

Almost instantly, all the stick slaves of the Crescent Hotel put everyone on the first floor in the middle.

Soon, the few people who had just talked in a low voice were brought out.

Still at the feet of Zhang Chen and Yin Xinyue like dead dogs.

Yin Xinyue's face instantly turned cold, and the liveliness she used to be in front of Zhang Chen disappeared.

"Break the limbs and throw them out, forever forbidden to step into the Crescent Hotel!"

Everyone around was stunned, what a big punishment at this time.

Those who still had complaints in their hearts did not dare to discuss.

Afterwards, several people appeared in the garbage dump not far from the Crescent Hotel. Their limbs had been interrupted alive, and they fainted.

......

A different courtyard in Beijing.

A Xieling Rishi pushed open the door and entered.

The old man was playing chess with Zhang Sanlianzi, and the battle was full and hearty.

"Report! Old man, there is news from the Crescent Hotel."

The old man looked up and saw that the man was flustered and a little dissatisfied.

"What are you panicking about, Xieling Li Shi must have the character of not panicking, these Yulou have not taught you?"

"Yes, I always taught us the head, but the subordinates forgot, please punish the head!"

The old man looked intently at the chessboard.

He waved his hand and said, "Tell me, what news?"

The Xieling Rishi placed a notebook with his hands clasped together.

The old man wiped his head and wiped his hands, took the notes, and quickly browsed.

Then he looked at Zhang San Chain and said.

"The Crescent Hotel auction is ahead of schedule, and the auction will start in five days. I didn't expect it to be guessed by you."

Zhang Sanlian threw down a white piece without being arrogant or impetuous, and asked plainly, "No more'"?"

"Have!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Sanlianzi also heard that the old boss was a little angry.

Then the old head continued to speak.

"The Crescent Hotel is so loud that it can force almost all the properties of noble families in the capital to sell at 30% discount!"

"Why should the old man be angry, no matter how low the price is, what does it have to do with the two of us old men?"

The old head sneered: "Angry? How is it possible, I have always used the banner of righteousness as the foundation, and the most dislike of these businessmen, this boss is also a complete profiteer, just a daughter, so much gold and silver what to do."

Zhang Sanlian took a sip of his tea.

"What's the difference between a daughter and a son? After all, you old guy still wants to get involved in the Qilin Drain."

Seeing that the old man was dismantled, he smiled awkwardly and sighed: "This unicorn is indeed a good thing, it is indeed a rare treasure for the people who often go to the grave in Xieling, I naturally want to get it. ."

"But now there are enough refugees in Xieling, Ai!"

The old head sighed deeply, knowing what it felt like to be powerless.

"you lose."

Zhang Sanchain reminded.

"The birth of treasures is bound to be accompanied by **** storms, and it is almost impossible for a safe and secure auction to succeed."

The old head paused in his heart and looked at Zhang Sanchain.

"What are you counting on?"

"Haha, nothing."

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Sanlianzi's voice changed: "Actually, it's not very useful for you to get Qilin Jie, there is only one Qilin Jie, and there are so many people in Xieling, who are you going to give it to?"

"Don't forget, your Xieling was raised under the banner of righteousness, so I don't suggest you get involved in this matter."

After listening to Zhang Sanlianzi's explanation, the old man sighed deeply.

"Yes, it's really not suitable for unloaders."