Mu Hanyan secretly stuck out her tongue. It sounds like these two young people are also Qu Shanling's apprentices, and they really have the most basic potential of an excellent magic stick: being able to blow!
Tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of taels every moment, what a joke, even those famous astrologers in the capital are not so popular.
Mu Hanyan raised her head subconsciously, her eyes seemed to be looking for something.
"Brother Hanyan, what are you looking at?" Hearing the dissatisfied words of the two young disciples, and the constant income of tens of thousands of taels to hundreds of thousands taels, Mu Nan was shocked, even a little nervous, a little ashamed of himself, but Seeing Mu Hanyan raised his head and looked all over the sky, he lowered his voice and asked curiously.
"I'll see if there are any cows flying in the sky." Mu Hanyan leaned into his ear and answered mysteriously.
"How can a cow fly in the sky?" Mu Nan asked in confusion.
"Blow it, blow it hard, you will go to heaven if you blow it." Mu Hanyan replied solemnly.
"Uh...uh...!" Mu Nan really wanted to laugh, but he knew it would be impolite to laugh on such an occasion, so he could only cover his mouth and hold it back until his face turned purple, and he almost suffocated himself.
Fortunately, the voices of both of them were extremely low, and no one else could hear them, otherwise they would probably go crazy on the spot.
"Forget it, talking about money between master and apprentice is too much. I came to Black Rock City this time to help him. Don't be too unreasonable." Qu Shanling interrupted the two young men. The words of the disciples were said very calmly.
With the bragging and aggressiveness of those two disciples earlier, his calmness became even more detached and magnanimous, and he really looked like a master of the world.
Even Mu Nan stopped laughing and respected him.
"Thank you, master, for your generosity. This disciple is very grateful." The steward was so moved that he almost bowed to the ground.
"By the way, where's the owner of your auction house? Why didn't you come?" Qu Shanling looked around and asked.
"Master, this is the owner of my auction house, Mr. Nanmu Nan." The steward pulled Mu Nan to introduce him.
Because it is still uncertain whether Qu Shanling will stay in Black Rock City to help, Mu Nan does not want to let him know his true identity too early.
Of course, it's not very polite to do so, but if he is willing to stay, Mu Nan will explain to him personally, explain the hidden situation, and treat him sincerely, I believe he will understand.
"What, the owner of the auction you're talking about is actually a child, you... you mean to make fun of Master, don't you?" Qu Shanling only saw him mention the auction owner's eyesight and courage in his letters, but he didn't listen to him. Mentioning the age, seeing Mu Nan himself was both shock and anger.
Mu Nan looks a little more mature than his peers, but it's impossible to be too mature. No matter how you look at it, he's just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid. Which of the children of the aristocratic family is not spoiled and spoiled these days, what kind of eyesight, boldness and skill can such an older child have
Could it be that the letter was fake, and it was simply that this incompetent disciple of himself deliberately deceived him? But what good would it do for him to lie to himself to go to Black Rock City? Qu Shanling was secretly puzzled.
After all, he is an astrologer, and Qu Shanling's scheming is much better than ordinary people. He was only briefly puzzled, and he quickly guessed the reason: Presumably this Nanmu Auction House was not well-known at the beginning of its construction. Just to put gold on their faces.
Hmph, you guys are so calculating, you even dare to take advantage of this old man! Qu Shanling guessed arbitrarily and self-righteously, a little angry in his heart, and looked at Mu Nan with contempt.