If it had been before, he might have been worried that Mu Hanyan had caught his weakness, or would have adamantly denied everything to the death, but having been frightened by Mu Hanyan’s words to the point of losing half his soul, he wasn’t concerned about holding onto any leverage.
Upon hearing this, it was as if he had managed to clutch at a lifesaving straw.
He was just a bit puzzled, the auction house had not been open for long and didn’t possess any notable items, so how could Mu Hanyan be interested in it?
Oh, right, he had established the auction house to be secretive, shrouded and as low-profile as possible. Mu Hanyan probably just caught wind of it and was unaware of the details, which likely led to her overestimating its strength and using it as a bargaining chip. After much thought, this was the only conclusion Mu Nan could reach.
His heart surged with excitement. Was she just looking to see a pile of junk? If she liked it, he would be happy to buy it all for her; it’s not worth much anyway.
To settle a debt of ten thousand taels of silver so easily, had he known it would be , he would have nothing to fear; he could laugh himself awake from his sleep.
"You don’t need to worry about how I know, just tell me, is it a deal or not? If it’s a deal, we’ll go right now," Mu Hanyan would of course not tell Mu Nan that in the future, his auction house would become one of the largest chambers of commerce in Anyun Country. She asked succinctly.
Hair nearly pulled out from fear and alarm, to think it could be resolved so easily. Mu Nan was too excited for words.
"So is it a deal or not? If it is, give me a sign," seeing the guy look as lifeless as if his father had just died one moment and then gleaming as if injected with chicken blood the next, yet unable to let out a peep, Mu Hanyan urged impatiently.
"Squeak..." Mu Nan took a breath and let out a prolonged squeak.
Behind him, Zirong and Huayue both stumbled. To scare the clever and playful Lao Liu of the Mu Family into such a state, only Big Playboy Mu could achieve that.
Huayue was not too emotional, but Zirong had more to ponder.
Having been at the Mu Residence for some time, he never heard of Mu Nan opening any auction house, but upon a bit of reflection, he realized the capital for the auction house probably had an unclear origin.
If Mu Hanyan had brought this matter up immediately, Mu Nan, fearing the exposure, would most likely have made excuses and avoided the topic, as embezzling family assets was not a trivial matter, and the fallout from being discovered would be no less troublesome than a debt of ten thousand taels. But Mu Hanyan had started by quietly increasing the pressure, laughingly masking the knives and tormenting his fragile heart step by step until his defenses were utterly broken.
After that, when she brought up the matter of the auction house sale, Mu Nan, already consumed by worry and nearly at the point of committing suicide, had no room to refuse and was probably secretly feeling a stroke of luck.
Such tactics, such scheming! Truly... truly despicable. Zirong looked on with fascination. Already a person not so righteous, he became even more ruthlessly cunning without realizing it. Years later, Mu Hanyan complained that the Demon Sword itself was treacherous and cunning, but the Demon Sword was even more wronged, saying that it was nothing but child’s play compared to Eldest Young Master Mu, hmph!
Fearing that Mu Hanyan might change her mind, Mu Nan led them out.
Just reaching the doorway, Mu Cheng came from another direction.
On seeing Mu Hanyan, Mu Cheng’s expression changed slightly, his first instinct was to hide. After a moment, he stopped in his tracks, squeezing out a smile, although strained, it still passed for one. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovєlFіre.net