Getting Rich

Came to the attic to reach out a push, more than a person high door creaked slowly open, a smell of medicine came, Liam only felt a burst of blood and qi rolling.

In the attic, opposite the door, there were two rows of tables and chairs, each of which visited the tea set. At this moment, an old man in white clothes was sitting in the chair, probably the master Ignatius in the mouth of the young girl.

He was holding a black wooden box in his hand and was closing it with the lid.

By the time he had covered the wooden box, the smell of medicine had suddenly faded, and soon it had completely disappeared.

Taking a look at the black wooden box in the old man's hand, Liam knows that there must be something good inside, and that this is where the fragrance of medicine comes from.

The old man placed the box directly into his arms, glanced at Liam and said, "Please sit down, Sir."

Liam, of course, went straight to the first chair on Ignatius' left hand side.

Seeing Liam sitting down, Ignatius smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

"Fane Davis." Alistair's voice sounded faintly.

This is Alistair's improvised name, just in case Liam's identity is discovered.

"Fane Davis?" Ignatius murmured twice, but his mind was searching for information about "Fane Davis", but there was not a trace.

Ignatius smiled and said, "It was Mr. Davis, Ignatius at the auction house."

Ignatius added a few points of emphasis to his name, apparently to show Liam that he is unique in the Silvermoon Valley.

Liam looked a little uneasy. He had heard the name Ignatius mentioned many times by his family elders, but he did not expect to actually see it this time.

Alistair, however, seems unconcerned about Ignatius. "They say you're the chief chemist at the auction house?" he says.

Although Ignatius was somewhat annoyed by Alistair's somewhat disapproving look, he tried to keep a smile on his face and said, "It's all very kind."

"No more nonsense, the old man here has something urgent to sell, you show how much it is worth."

Ignatius's face turned sour, for no one in the Silvermoon Valley had ever dared to call himself an old husband before him, and the tone of the last sentence was not at all inviting, but rather commanding.

Ignatius could not help being angry, and his voice said coldly, "Then please your Excellency bring it out."

At Alistair's suggestion, Liam pulls out the toilet paper recipe and hands it to Ignatius.

Ignatius, who was not concerned about the original, opened his eyes a little wider when he saw the recipe, his face was full of surprise, shaking his head and sighing, and Liam was antsy for a time.

Alistair wondered what Liam was worried about and asked dryly, "What does Master Ignatius think?"

Ignatius, seemingly still absorbed in the secret recipe, nodded: "Good stuff, this is definitely good stuff." Said Ignatius also could not help but kiss the hand in the spirit liquid recipe a few mouth, the joy of the paper.

However, in Liam's opinion, it is a bit sad and funny, a piece of toilet paper was actually put in the mouth of the chief pharmacist of the auction house and kissed, and I don't know if anyone will believe it.

Liam's hanging heart was relieved when Alistair managed to fool around with the potion recipe he was trying to guess.

Moments later, Ignatius reluctantly returned the formula to Liam, sheepishly saying, "There was a bit of a gaffe that made Mr. Davis laugh."

Upon seeing the formula, Ignatius simply changed his address to Mr. Davis, somewhat to curry favor.

Alistair was more blunt: "It's okay, my husband only cares about how much it's worth."

"Erm," he said. Faced with Alistair's attitude, Ignatius is also a little speechless, forced to smile and ask, "You are really going to sell this potion to our auction house?"

"Why, your auction house won't accept it? The old man went to another house." Alistair says, motioning Liam to get up and leave.

Ignatius quickly stood up and stopped Liam, saying, "Mr. Davis was joking that we would naturally buy such a good thing at the auction house. I just wanted to be sure."

Alistair's voice got cold and he said, "How can you be sure? Is it because your old husband is full of food and deliberately came to auction to cheat you?"

"It's all my fault. Please don't take it personally." Ignatius laughed. He then invited Liam to his seat.

"Let Master Ignatius tell you how many crystals this thing is worth."

Ignatius, who was an auctioneer and knew his trade by heart, said with a smile, "How much does Mr. Davis want?"

"That depends on what you can offer at the auction house."

"Four lark crystals?" Ignatius asked tentatively.

According to the current market situation, the price of this spirit liquid is estimated to be more than 40 spirit crystals per piece, and the secret price of spirit liquid is definitely more than nine spirit crystals, if it is really bought at the price of four spirit crystals, you can earn a few spirit crystals from it, and it will also add a thin credit to the auction house.

Alistair gave a sneer and said rather angrily, "Four lark crystals? Master Ignatius thinks I'm three years old? It seems that the auction house is not sincere ah, old husband or change home." Then signal Liam to get up and act like he's leaving.

In fact, Liam is not willing to go, four spiritual crystals for themselves that is definitely a lot of wealth, even if it is their peak five years ago, only a dozen spiritual crystals every month, which can fully match their previous two years of cultivation resources.

Liam would have said yes if he hadn't been able to talk right now.

When Ignatius saw Liam leaving, he quickly held him back and said, "Mr. Davis, wait a minute. If you don't feel satisfied with your price, please name it."

"Well, the old man thinks it's better not to."

"No, Mr. Davis, the price is negotiable. Just say what you have in mind, and we can negotiate."

Alistair paused and whispered, "Two thousand."

"Two thousand?" Ignatius could not help crying out, this is too harsh, directly more than double the market price.

Liam was also surprised by Alistair's words. Alistair knew he wanted a higher price, but didn't know he had just raised the price five times.

Ignatius shook his head decisively. "No, Mr. Davis is asking for a lot of money."

Alistair smiled and said, "You can pay my husband for it."

Ignatius looked white and thought: How am I supposed to pay back the money? Get up and leave if you don't like it. Can we talk?

However, Ignatius still smiled, "Mr. Davis's asking price is so high, I don't think anyone would dare to buy it, and there are not more than five fingers in the Silvermoon Valley who know the true value of this potion. I don't think anyone would buy it."

"According to Master Ignatius, this spiritual liquid recipe can only be sold at the auction house?"

"I have absolutely no intention of that, but the auction house is the best option for Mr. Davis."

Alistair thought so, and he understood what Ignatius was saying, and even if someone else could see it, they wouldn't pay too much.

So he pretended to be helpless: "In this case, Master Ignatius will finally give a price, if it is suitable for the old husband to sell, if it is not suitable, only later to find buyers elsewhere."

Ignatius pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth. "Twelve hundred crystals. That's the highest price an auction house can offer."

"Twelve hundred spirit crystals?" Alistair is a little dissatisfied: "It's not the same price as my husband wanted."

When Liam wasn't satisfied, Ignatius seemed worried and said, "Mr. Davis, this price is well above the market price. I don't think there will be another person in the entire Silvermoon Valley who will pay that much."

Pretending to meditate for a moment, Alistair's voice seemed a little helpless: "Oh, forget it, who let the old husband rush to use the spirit crystal, although the price is a little low, but also have to make do."

Nearby Ignatius was a little tempted to beat up "Liam" and get a good deal.

"So Mr. Davis agrees?"

"There is no way to disagree, who let the old husband lack spirit crystal now?"

"In that case, let's make a deal now." Ignatius looked rather anxious, and took a small purple bag with strange runes from his waist and laid it on the table. "Here are a thousand of them," he said. "Ask Mr. Davis to wait in the drawing-room for the remaining two hundred. I will bring them myself."

Liam looked puzzled at the little bag in front of him. The spirit crystal itself knows, each spirit crystal is the size of an egg, how can such a small bag hold a thousand spirit crystals?

But Alistair didn't say anything, so I guess you're right, maybe there's something going on.

Picking up the red bag on the table, Liam was surprised that he didn't feel the slightest weight, but he put it into his arms honestly and took out the secret formula of the spirit liquid and handed it to Ignatius.

Alistair did not forget to say, "Master Ignatius is cheerful. My husband loves to be cheerful."

Taking the secret formula of the spirit liquid, Ignatius seemed to be afraid of being robbed, immediately put it into his arms, pressing his right hand on his chest, and smiling: "Mr. Davis is also frank, and I hope Mr. Davis has any business to take care of this line in the future."

"Definitely."

"..."

After some pleasantries, the young woman who Ignatius had ordered to stand outside the door led Liam to the living room of the auction house to wait, and Ignatius reappeared moments later with a small bag containing two crystals and a piece of silver flake to give Liam.

According to Ignatius, the silver flake is the auction house's VIP card, and this one is silver, and there are only a few dozen people in the Silvermoon Valley who have this kind of silver card, which is considered a VIP.

Liam was then escorted out of the auction house by Ignatius and headed down the opposite street from the Smith family.

Arriving at an unattended corner, Liam lifted the camouflage of the whole body, touching the two small bags and a VIP card in his arms, Liam did not know what words to describe his current mood.

Now Liam has only one thing on his mind: Getting rich!

After glancing around and seeing nothing unusual, Liam breathed a sigh of relief and strode toward the Smith family.

It's been a long day, and by the time Liam gets back to the Smith family, night is falling.

Meanwhile, in a quiet cabin at the auction house, two men were having a conversation.

"Lord, are you going to send someone after him?"

"No, you all have strange tempers, and if you are accidentally found out, it will increase his misunderstanding of us, and then it will not be worth the loss." The voice reveals a powerful pressure of the top, which makes people have to be awestruck.

"Yes, the Lord has a point."

"Well, you go down first."

"Yes, the subordinate retired."

Then the door opened and a figure disappeared into the darkness.