Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

Chapter 174: Want to Send the Rival to the West

Qin Bingrui also guessed his identity from the man's graceful and elegant demeanor.

They just had to pretend they didn't know who he was.

This person is none other than Prince Mo of the Marquis of Qingyang Mansion. He looks to be about thirty years old, with a very white face and a somewhat feminine beauty. If his sister, Concubine Mo, looks like him, she will definitely be an extremely enchanting beauty.

But seeing the man's appearance, Qin Bingrui just wanted to smash his head.

"When selling something, who says what price is what? That's not in line with the way businesspeople operate."

His voice was low and hoarse, which didn't match his appearance.

Luo Yu frowned slightly, thinking that the sound might be caused by pharyngitis.

Master Murong noticed Luo Yu's micro-expression and thought that she realized that the prince of the Marquis of Qingyang was unhappy.

Then he asked her softly, "Don't you like attractive men?"

Luo Yu raised his eyes and laughed in silence.

Prince Mo cast his icy gaze towards Luo Yu and asked slowly, "What are you laughing at, young lady?"

Qin Bingrui was so annoyed that he retorted, "We buy what we want, why do you care?"

Prince Mo was stunned. Did they really not know who they were? That was why they were so arrogant?

Before Prince Mo could even open his mouth, the guard behind him drew his sword, scaring the broker who was explaining the situation nearby into trembling with fear.

He whispered in the ears of the three people: "This is Prince Mo of the Marquis of Qingyang Mansion."

Qin Bingrui's pupils turned, and even the Sichuan Opera's face-changing was not as fast as his.

She said with a playful smile: "So it's Prince Mo. I'm sorry for being so rude."

Prince Mo raised his hand and asked the guards behind him to put away their swords.

His face didn't look very good, and there was a chill floating around him a few feet away.

"Girls, what's the point of being a lower class person?" He paused, then turned his gaze to Luo Yu and said coldly, "Girls should stay in their boudoirs. It's not customary for them to show their faces in public."

Why do these ancient people speak so coldly, as if everyone owes them something, even though they are clearly living such a good life.

Luo Yu lazily replied, "Thank you, Prince Mo, for your concern. I'm just a commoner, with only a shabby hut at home. How could I possibly have a secluded boudoir? I can't compare to those ladies from prestigious families."

When it comes to arguing with people, she is very cruel.

Murong also wanted to laugh secretly.

Prince Mo looked her up and down with his peripheral vision, but ignored her. He turned and asked the broker directly, "Since this building is for sale, everyone has the right to compete. So, you just said 3,800 taels, and I'm willing to raise it to 5,000 taels. How about that?"

The broker cried out "Ah" and looked at Miss Qin and the other two in confusion.

What should he do now? Even though he quoted 3,800 taels, the pawnbroker still made a profit of 600 taels. Based on a 10% commission, he could earn 60 taels, enough to feed his family for half a year. If the price went up to 5,000 taels, the pawnbroker would earn 1,800 taels, and he himself would earn 180 taels in commission, which was several years' wages. After all, business was slow in those years, and life was indeed hard.

He thought it over quickly in his mind, feeling excited and frightened at the same time.

It's not easy to offend either of them.

"Yes, Miss Qin and the others came first. According to the first-come-first-served principle, they should be given it first." The broker finally overcame his fear and desire and tipped the balance towards Qin Bingrui.

If they hadn't entered Wangzhou and helped the people of Wangzhou, he would probably have lost his current job.

Qin Bingrui originally thought that this guy was blinded by greed and would immediately cling to the prince's thigh, but he didn't expect that he was quite loyal.

Qin Bingrui rolled his eyes and thought, let the loyal broker earn more.

"We didn't sign a contract, so everyone should have the right to compete. Prince Mo actually raised the price to five thousand, so we won't be polite."

Then he said, "Six thousand."

It's like an auction.

Luo Yu's eyes narrowed; she knew Qin Bingrui's little tricks all too well. Young Master Murong's lips curled slightly, as he found being with these two girls thrilling and full of twists and turns every day.

Prince Mo's eyes twitched, but he had already said it. He couldn't get angry in front of the crowd just because others didn't give in. At least he had to save face.

He calmed his anger and said slowly, "Then this prince bids seven thousand taels."

"Okay, deal, I don't want it."

Qin Bingrui was decisive and efficient, leaving the broker stunned. Could it be that this Miss Qin was helping him earn commission?

Prince Mo's face was as cold as a statue, and the cold air several feet away was so oppressive that it seemed to condense the moisture in the air into ice arrows and pierce Qin Bingrui, who had a nonchalant and fearless look on his face.

Qin Bingrui didn't plan to dodge. He still wanted to watch Master Mo and the broker signing the contract. Anyway, he couldn't get a cheap price, so he couldn't let others take advantage of it.

Just seven thousand taels is enough to buy several buildings next to this one.

Luo Yu was thinking that the library was free to operate, so he would wait and see what kind of business the Marquis' Mansion planned to do, and then open a business similar to his in the vicinity, and then use membership points to easily squeeze it out.

However, this method was not cruel enough, and Luo Yu wanted to teach him a lesson in the most cruel way possible.

A beast who is indifferent to the lives of ordinary people and only cares about making huge profits through his own business is more vicious than murderers and arsonists.

You can make money from any means, but you cannot make money from disasters.

Prince Mo's face was not in a good mood, but Qin Bingrui rushed him: "Prince Mo, you have to hurry up and sign the contract. If you don't sign it, I will take it away later."

The broker's face was not very good. He didn't dare to sign. Although the price offered was good, it was too high. He felt pressured and scared.

Prince Mo looked at the people around him, his expression growing increasingly grim. Although no one dared to say anything, the gossipy hearts were eager to stir, as if they were waiting for Prince Mo to change his mind.

Who would have thought that Qin Bingrui took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Luo Yu's bag and wanted to sign a written agreement right away.

By the way, I asked the dentist: "Is it okay to stamp this when I go back to the dentist?"

The courier's heart was pounding so hard that it almost jumped out of his throat.

He said incoherently: "Yes, it should be fine."

After the deal was done, the broker breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy stone that had been hanging in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

On the way back, my steps became lighter.

Prince Mo changed his displeasure, said "see you later" to Qin Bingrui, Luo Yu and Master Murong, then hurriedly got on the luxurious carriage and left without looking back.

Qin Bingrui chuckled twice and asked the onlookers to disperse.

A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar came up to them and asked, "Are you three looking to buy a house?"

"Does this brother have a house?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said mysteriously, "I don't own any building, but I know a wealthy family that once had a building dedicated to selling gold and silver jewelry. But their business was taken away, and the building has been empty ever since. They've been in business for generations, but each generation has declined. Add to that the constant disasters of recent years, and I heard they're running out of money and are considering selling the building."

"How do you know so clearly?" Qin Bingrui didn't trust outsiders, especially those who knew a lot about other people's family affairs. It was obvious at first glance that they were not good people.

Seeing their disbelief, the middle-aged man's face became more sincere. "My last name is Feng, and I'm an old scholar. It's not my place to speak about this, but my sister married into this family and isn't doing well right now. She said the elders in the family only want to build up the business someday, and won't sell the house unless they're desperate."

"In that case, why are you asking us to buy a house? What's your intention?"

Luo Yu also felt uncomfortable after hearing this.

"Because my sister used to be a lady who never had to do housework in order to provide for her family, now she works as a weaving worker."

After he finished speaking, his heart ached and he almost cried. Thinking of his sister's once delicate hands, now covered with calluses, he really couldn't bear it.

"I think you guys seem to be interested. If you can take over that building, expand your business, and drive out the influence of the Marquis's son in Wangzhou, it will naturally be a great thing."

Qin Bingrui suddenly realized: "It seems that the opponent of that family is Prince Mo of the Marquis' Mansion!"

"exactly."

That's why the middle-aged man thought that since these three people and Prince Mo were irreconcilable, they were their allies.