Fabricating the Big Devil's Diary, the Empress and the Saints were all panicked

But if he lost his face, he would lose his face.

He wanted to live.

When he owed gambling debts, if he couldn't pay them back, he would sell himself to several major forces.

At that time, the property of a slave like him would naturally belong to these major families.

Even his life could not be saved.

Instead of that, it would be better to auction off all the treasures to pay off the debts.

At least his life was saved, and he could keep the ancestral home and about 10,000 taels of silver.

As long as he stopped squandering this money and lived an honest life, it would be enough for him to live a life of wealth and honor.

After all, he was the descendant of the deputy mountain master and enjoyed all tax exemption rights.

Without so many harsh taxes such as head taxes and security taxes, ten thousand taels of silver would be enough to support a family of ten, not to mention a single person.

"No one bids, one hundred thousand taels sold."

At the table, Chen Qing waited for a while, and when he found that no one raised the price, he announced the deal expressionlessly.

"There is a story behind this."

"But it's none of my business, I'm just here to pick up bargains."

At the auction seat, Qin Zheng saw Chen Qing's expression change, and bought the fifth-grade gentleman's pen with a starting price of one hundred thousand taels. He immediately guessed that Chen Qing had a story, and it was a miserable story.

If Qin Zheng was one of the great and glorious protagonists in the novel, he might help Chen Qing when he saw injustice.

But unfortunately, Qin Zheng is the future big devil.

Even if he is not the big devil.

Qin Zheng is not a saintly bitch, a good person.

He will not meddle in other people's business either.

After all, there are too many injustices in the world.

Even he himself is an unjust person.

Who helped him? Who made the decision for him?

Although I didn't have the idea of ​​helping Chen Qing.

But I have a topic for today's diary.

Through Chen Qing's experience, I can think about whether I will also suffer such an experience, and then my character will change drastically and become a bad person.

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Time passed slowly.

More than half an hour later.

Chen Qing has auctioned seven Wendao treasures.

These Wendao treasures are basically from the fifth to sixth grade.

The starting price ranges from 50,000 taels to 100,000 taels.

Just like the first gentleman's pen.

All were sold at the starting price.

Seeing this scene.

Almost everyone who came to the auction had already seen something wrong.

They all guessed that Chen Qing's auction of ancestral treasures was not as simple as it seemed.

But guessing is guessing.

No one interfered.

They were all waiting for the big families to buy Wendao treasures, and they bid for treasures that were not Wendao treasures.

In their eyes, the ancestor of the Chen family was a fifth-rank Confucian cultivator. Even if the things he used were not treasures of the Way of Literature, they were definitely treasures.

At least for them, they were definitely treasures.

After three more treasures of the Way of Literature were sold.

Chen Qing opened the last box.

"All the treasures of the Way of Literature have been sold."

"The next items to be auctioned are some sundries left by my grandfather, none of which are treasures of the Way of Literature."

"If you think they are good, you can increase the price."

Chen Qing looked at the things in the last box and said in a deep voice.

In Chen Qing's eyes, the sundries in the last box were the only things that could make him lose money.

At least the big families would not be watching and would not make the deal at the starting price.

If the auction price of the sundries was higher, he could keep more money.

"If a person with great luck is present, there must be a treasure."

"The real treasure of the Chen family auction should be hidden in the last miscellaneous items."

"If not, then the plots of the novels are really nonsense. After all, after I have the golden finger, I must be a person with great luck. I am here, and there is no treasure. Isn't this nonsense?"

Hearing Chen Qing's words, Qin Zheng thought secretly in his heart.

"Ten volumes of the words and deeds of the Confucian saints copied by my grandfather when he was alive."

"The starting price is one thousand taels of silver."

Soon, Chen Qing took out ten books with a dark yellow color and said.

"Two thousand taels."

"Two thousand five hundred taels."

"Four thousand taels."

...

"Eight thousand taels."

The major families that did not participate.

The words and deeds of the Confucian saints copied by Chen Qing's grandfather soon climbed to eight thousand taels, which increased eightfold.

"Eight thousand taels sold."

Chen Qing was very satisfied with the figure of eight thousand taels. After a round of inspection, he found that no one raised the price, so he immediately announced the deal.

In the following time.

Chen Qing auctioned more and more sundries.

Each item was more than five times the starting price.

superior.

After auctioning fifteen items.

Chen Qing took out the sixteenth item.

A copper book.

"Everyone, this copper book is the last item in today's auction."

"This bronze book is written in the Yong Dynasty before the Great Qian Dynasty."

"I don't know the specific content. I only know that my grandfather often studied this copper book when he was still alive."

"The starting price for the copper book is one thousand taels of silver."

After Chen Qing placed the copper book on the table, he introduced it in a deep voice.

"One thousand taels..."

"Three thousand taels..."

"Five thousand taels..."

"Eight thousand taels..."

"Ten thousand taels..."

I don’t know if it was because of the last item, but the price of this copper book rose very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it exceeded ten times the starting price, reaching 10,000 taels.

At ten thousand taels, the bidding stopped.

"If no one raises the price, the copper book will be sold for ten thousand taels."

At the table, Chen Qing was about to close the deal when two voices appeared from the audience.

"Eleven thousand taels."

"Eleven thousand taels."

Two voices came one after the other.

One is in the front row and one is in the back row.

In the front row was a member of several major families bidding.

In the back row was Qin Zheng bidding.

Qin Zheng couldn't tell what this copper book was.

No matter how he looked at it, he thought it was an ordinary thing.

But I don't know what happened.

He had a feeling somewhere.

This feeling urged him to buy this copper book.

The warrior is inspired by heaven and humans.

Intuition comes from time to time.

Qin Zheng believed in this sudden intuition.

So start bidding directly.

But Qin Zheng didn't expect that when he asked for a price, the front row also asked for a price.

Are you trying to compete with him for the treasure of intuitive prompts?

Does this mean that his son will have a way to die?

"I was thinking about the last item, so I just took it."

"Since someone has made a bid, forget it."

The family member in the front row gave up after hearing Qin Zheng's bid.

"The deal is eleven thousand taels."

After the family members in the front row gave up, Chen Qing found that no one was raising the price and announced the deal.

"Made...fortunately, I gave up quickly. I was almost finished."

When the family members in the front row heard about the deal, they didn't look strange on the surface, but they were relieved in their hearts.

He possesses the magical power of martial arts to sense danger.

The moment he just made a bid, his risk perception was directly at full capacity.

It seems that if he continues to bid, he will definitely die.

The family with a fifth-grade strongman behind him couldn't protect him at all.

The reminder of danger perception, he didn't know that the person bidding with him was a hidden boss.

If he dares to bid with him, he will die to the point of death.

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