Chapter 111: Young Master Lin, You Wouldn't Want Others to Think You're a Lecher, Would You?

Dong Xiaowan, wearing a cloud-patterned Ruyi jacket on top and a gold-embroidered horse-face skirt below.

Standing before the standing mirror, she swayed left and right, looking quite pleased with herself.

With every glance, her eyes flowed with charm, her beauty beyond compare.

At her side stood another beauty.

Wearing a Biyixia Luo Yi on top and a Suyue Yuehua Qun below.

Delicate and petite, her smile captivating.

Only the envious gleam in her almond eyes was thick, almost tangible.

She thought of the copper mirror she herself used, then looked at this standing mirror in Dong Xiaowan's boudoir, a piece that could be called a treasure.

This gap truly is

Lin Dao raised his hand, pushing aside the Madam who wanted to speak nice words, and strode forward to stand before Dong Xiaowan.

Looking down at her from above: "This belongs to me."

Dong Xiaowan's heart pounded wildly, her pretty face turning pale.

The sense of oppression the man before her brought was too intense, like a mountain pressing down on her head, suffocating her.

Even more life-threatening was that her bragging had been exposed on the spot.

Given the relationship among those in their line of work — smiling on the surface, stabbing knives in the dark —

"Hee hee~~~"

The startled girl to the side, after her initial shock, immediately covered her mouth and laughed.

"Didn't Sister say this was a gift from Young Master Lin out of admiration?"

"How come now~~~"

Dong Xiaowan was humiliated to the point of despair.

Her boasts torn apart on the spot — this was truly social death enough.

This Bian Sai, usually silent and reserved, turned out to be a chatterbox among friends.

Her embarrassing incident would surely spread throughout Jinling City before long.

Unable to accept the social death ending, Dong Xiaowan fought back desperately.

Tears welled in her beautiful eyes, her cherry lips parted, voice soft: "Lin Lang, how can you be so heartless~~~ ugh~"

She had wanted to act out a tragic romance, to pin the blame on Lin Dao.

Unexpectedly, Lin Dao turned and raised his hand, patting the shoulder of Mao Xiang, who had lowered his head hiding behind a wine cup: "Do me a favor, take that mirror down for me."

Mao Xiang was thoroughly depressed.

This man was truly a lingering ghost — wherever he hid, Lin Dao could find him.

He wanted to ignore him, but his legs stood up on their own, obeying his heart.

He dared not meet Lin Dao's gaze, instinctively looking away.

No choice — this man's imposing pressure was too great.

Even murderous river bandits weren't as scary as him.

"Oh~"

Mao Xiang picked up the mirror and walked out.

Lin Dao was about to follow, but then spotted used perfume and opened cosmetics on the dressing table nearby.

"Taking without asking makes one a thief."

He pointed a finger at Dong Xiaowan: "Wait till I return to settle accounts with you."

The Madam here had no time to comfort her daughter, and hurriedly followed them out.

Bian Sai covered her mouth, laughing nonstop, laughing all the way out of the cabin.

The maid Cuiliu Xiao Yi stepped forward: "Miss~~~"

Here, Dong Xiaowan finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

Her reputation in Jiangnan was very high; Tian Hongyu had sent powerful slaves to select consorts, and she was among the targets.

From this one could see how high her looks scored, how strong her abilities in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting were.

It could be said she had always been held in the palm of everyone's hand.

Someone like Lin Dao, who didn't care in the slightest and gave her no face — this was truly the first time she had encountered such a person.

She could tell this wasn't playing hard to get; he truly didn't care about her.

She had originally wanted to show off her standing mirror, magical perfume, cosmetics, and such to her close friend.

Never expected she would lose face big time instead.

The more she thought, the more her heart ached; she threw herself on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

After a while, the sobbing gradually stopped.

Dong Xiaowan sat up straight and instructed: "Bring that bellyband over."

As a maid, Cuiliu naturally knew what that bellyband was.

She was greatly shocked: "Miss, this~"

"No more words." Dong Xiaowan bit her cherry lip, gaze determined: "Go."

Before long, Cuiliu brought a bellyband that was excessively daring for this era.

Woven of red silk and thin gauze, bright in color.

"You go out, hide far away, don't come near."

"Miss~" Cuiliu was somewhat anxious: "Don't do anything rash~"

"Get out!"

Dong Xiaowan was thoroughly enraged, losing her usual composure.

Right now she only wanted to retaliate against Lin Dao!

In the cabin below, when the standing mirror appeared, everyone subconsciously stood up.

Mirrors are not rare; the Frankish machine people have sold quite a few over here as well.

The makeup mirror Lin Dao brought out was only a few dozen taels each.

But those were all palm-sized little mirrors.

Compared to a standing mirror like this, a full person's height tall, there was absolutely no comparability.

"Three thousand taels!"

Hu Yingtai almost screamed with a torn throat, "This old man offers three thousand taels!"

"This rare treasure belongs to this old man!"

"Five thousand taels!" A certain young master from the Xiangcheng Bo residence immediately spoke up, "Please, everyone, give the Xiangcheng Bo residence some face."

They are all smart people, well understanding how to maximize the value of such rare treasures.

If sent to the Capital as an offering, the benefits would absolutely be enormous~~~

The Xiangcheng Bo residence's face certainly carries weight; most people, though unwilling, could only shake their heads in regret.

But there are also those who won't give them face.

"This household offers ten thousand taels."

The speaker was stout and imposing, only his face was pale and beardless, and no Adam's apple could be seen.

"This household's Old Ancestor's birthday is coming up soon."

"This household wishes to purchase this rare treasure as a generous gift, and hopes everyone will give some face."

Chen Zhenhui leaned over, introducing in a low voice beside Lin Dao, "The garrison eunuch's adopted son."

Lin Dao understood.

No wonder something felt off; turns out he's a eunuch.

A eunuch visiting a flower boat isn't anything rare.

After all, even monks can go open rooms.

The Xiangcheng Bo residence young master's expression turned ugly.

But he isn't the Crown Prince, just a concubine-born son; he really can't compete with the garrison eunuch for things.

The eunuch stepped forward, his gaze full of appreciative surveying, looking at the standing mirror supported by Mao Xiang, who kept his head lowered, hiding most of his body behind the mirror.

"Send this rare treasure to"

Lin Dao raised a hand to stop his words, "I said before, I'm not interested in silver."

In the Modern World, how much money is a ton of silver worth?

What use would this ten thousand taels be to him.

"Hm?"

The imposing eunuch's face darkened, "You're trying to play games with this household?"

In these times there's actually someone who doesn't love silver, how is that possible!

He's seen far too many grudges and passions erupt over silver.

In this eunuch's eyes, silver is more important than life.

"I really don't want silver." Lin Dao shook his head straightforwardly, very decisive.

In the Modern World, the powerful Kusulu Grand Master produces more silver in a few years than was mined or traded in the past several thousand years.

Of course he doesn't want it.

"Want gold."

"Precious Medicine."

"Pearls, jade, precious wood, spices — all acceptable."

Lin Dao added a line, "Antiques are out."

Not just the trouble of authentication; more importantly, antiques all carry cultural aura and transmission.

Every piece that comes out and sells for a high price draws countless watching eyes.

There are plenty of money-making things; no need to invite trouble for himself.

Lin Dao's proposed conditions were truly too monstrous.

Everyone was baffled; a person who doesn't like silver — this really was the first time they'd seen one.

That eunuch's expression eased slightly, "Since it's like that, how about this household gives you gold?"

Giving gold is a good thing; Lin Dao naturally agreed.

"This household got your treasure, can't let you suffer a loss either."

That eunuch said with a smiling face, "Since it's like that, this household gives you eight hundred taels of gold."

In the early Ming, the official set gold-to-silver ratio was one to four.

Of course, the private market would adjust on its own; no one would care about this official price.

At that time, it was roughly one to six or one to seven.

After the mid-Ming, with large amounts of silver from Wokou Country and the Americas pouring in, the gold-silver exchange ratio also soared rapidly.

By the Chongzhen Era, it had already reached one to thirteen.

One Ming tael is about thirty-seven-plus grams; eight hundred taels is nearly thirty thousand grams.

Modern World gold prices have surged, now already close to six hundred.

Even if purity is lower, selling at five hundred fifty per gram, that's still over sixteen million!

Buying feed and sending it to Yonghe Spacetime, enough for the several million people there, each getting a few catties to eat for two days.

And this was obtained in exchange for just one mirror.

The cost of this mirror was only a few dozen yuan.

Calculating the accounts in his heart, Lin Dao's expression grew increasingly warm; even the eunuch before his eyes now appeared kind-eyed and benevolent.

This is the exorbitant profit of Time-Space Trade~~~

Of course, once a few days pass and the shop officially opens for business.

In terms of price, naturally it will be impossible to have such a high one again.

But without a doubt, it is still an exorbitant income of ten thousand fold profit.

"Our family will dispatch people to fetch the gold right away."

The eunuch instructed the hiding Mao Xiang, "Guard our family's Rare Treasures well; if there is any damage, we won't spare you~~~"

Hearing this affected tone of voice, Lin Dao felt goosebumps rising all over.

He was in a very good mood now, and decided to give a gift to Mao Xiang who helped carry the mirror.

But the previous goods were all sold off; looking around, there was actually nothing suitable.

"Wait a moment."

Remembering there were still perfume and cosmetics upstairs; although opened, they could still be used.

Giving them as a gift to this young master who helped, he thought they probably wouldn't be disdained.

Arriving at the stairway leading upstairs, the delicate and petite Bian Sai cast a circling, hook-like glance over him.

The worth of Ming Qi like them is very high.

A dinner engagement costs several dozen taels of silver; a song performance adds several dozen more.

This is already comparable to several years of income for an ordinary family.

But such income isn't available every day.

Like Dong Xiaowan and them, the redemption price is only several thousand taels at most.

This Young Master Lin casually sells a treasure, and it's an income of ten thousand taels.

Moreover, he is a tall, strong man with bright eyes.

How could a Ming Qi like Bian Sai not be moved.

Unfortunately, Lin Dao merely glanced at her, then strode upward.

He is currently single-mindedly busy with his career.

Busy doing business to make money, busy raising the several million people of Yonghe Spacetime.

Right now is the rising period of his career; how could he have the mind for romance and moonlight.

Gazing at Lin Dao's broad back, Bian Sai lightly bit her shell-teeth, stamping her foot in unwillingness.

'Next time we meet, I must change my makeup.'

Lin Dao, who had made a huge profit tonight, arrived at Dong Xiaowan's room door in high spirits.

Seeing the room door half-open, he called out but got no response.

"Did she run off with my goods?"

He stepped forward and pushed the door open to enter.

At some unknown time, the lights in the room had gone out; only moonlight shone through the green-tinged glass window, sprinkling into the cabin.

Lin Dao's gaze swept once, and he saw the figure sitting on the couch by the window.

"Young Master Lin!"

Dong Xiaowan, pinching thin gauze in her hand, with charming eyes like silk: "You say, if I were to cry for help right now, what would become of your reputation?" "Young Master Lin, you also wouldn't want others to think you're a lecher, right?"

Lin Dao's figure visibly paused.

Dong Xiaowan, who had finally won back a round, felt overjoyed in her heart.

Just as she was about to propose her terms, she saw Lin Dao not far away actually stride over with big steps!

"You asked for it!"

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