Simulation, Preparing to Attack the Divine Sword Manor

Han Zhao walked into the hall of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion and was quickly invited to the private room on the fourth floor that was specially used to entertain VIPs.

"Brother Ding, you made me wait so long!"

Fang Ling walked into the private room with a smile.

"Brother Fang, I didn't expect this trip to take so long." Han Zhao cupped his fists.

"Brother Ding, the 3,000 taels of silver banknotes obtained from this auction have been exchanged for gold according to your requirements."

Fang Ling clapped his hands.

A maid walked into the private room with 30 gold ingots weighing 10 taels on a tray.

"Brother Fang, according to the rules, you have to take a commission from the auction, right? Moreover, the exchange ratio between silver and gold seems to be…"

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows.

"Sigh… Brother Ding, you're being too polite. We're friends. This little money is nothing." Fang Ling waved his hand.