Chapter 161

Name:Mohist Tang Author:jiang chen yi nu
"Mojia village sent a message!"

On the streets of Chang'an, people on both sides looked at nearly a hundred horses passing by, and a strong envy arose spontaneously.

"Four through money!"

The price of Merton's injured horses in the west market has already spread all over Chang'an city with the story of horses. More than 500 injured horses cost only 2000 yuan.

Now only ten days have passed, and even the hundreds of healed horses in front of us are more than 2000 yuan! Moreover, there are nearly 400 horses in the Mo mansion. Even if you pay 20000 yuan, the Mo family will not sell these horses to you!

In ten days, it changed from 2000 yuan to 20000 yuan. The Mohist's method of turning waste into gold and turning waste into treasure once again detonated the public's reputation. Now everywhere Chang'an city goes, there is a lot of discussion. At the same time, it is inevitable to talk about the method of treating injured horses and the method of wound suture. "Bring the documents." Wang Zhe raised his eyebrows.

The trading documents were quickly handed over. Wang Zhe took them over and looked at them. He couldn't help getting angry from his heart. It turned out that when the Wang family firm was selling injured horses, for fear that Merton would renege, it directly made the agreement a dead agreement, and there was no chance to do anything at all.

"Demote the horse salesman to shovel horse dung for me! Can't mojiazi see anything strange when he buys so many injured horses all at once?" Wang Zhe said angrily.

"Yes, young master!" shopkeeper Wang certainly won't risk offending the angry Wang Zhe because of a man, although the man's original intention is to get rid of all the wounded horses of the Wang family firm.

People are eager to get rich overnight and like to listen to legendary stories. When Merton used only 2000 passes in just ten days to get nearly 500 horses with no less than 20000 passes, which has increased tenfold. It's not too much to say that turning stone into gold.

"Mohist is still that Mohist!"

Everywhere we went, people talked with relish, some sighed, some envied, and Wang Zhe's unforgettable hatred.

In the face of interests, all living beings are undoubtedly exposed.