Ma Long, who grabbed the recipe, successfully met the prince and handed the recipe to the prince.

After the prince took the recipe, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He threw a golden ingot to Ma Long and said, "You did a good job this time. Have you figured out who was taking the recipe and what power?"

Ma Long dared not hide it and quickly said, "Go back to Your Highness, although this person is gorgeously dressed, he is extremely ugly. His subordinates have never seen this person in Wudu City, and they don't look like a big shot."

The prince nodded. As long as he was not a big shot, even if he snatched the recipe, the other party would have to suffer a loss.

Just as the prince opened the recipe and planned to see how to cook stinky tofu, he found that the recipe was wrinkled and there were very few words that could be seen clearly on it.

The prince's face suddenly became gloomy, and he threw the recipe on Ma Long's face and said angrily: "Is this the recipe you snatched back?"

Ma Long opened the recipe in confusion, and his face changed drastically the next second, and he quickly knelt down on the ground: "Your Highness forgives you. It must be the man holding the recipe hard during the fight, which caused the handwriting to be blurred. I deserve to die. Please punish me."

The prince calmed down his anger. Although the recipe was gone, he did not lose much, but he just missed an opportunity to make money.

Seeing Ma Long's loyal appearance, the prince waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's not your fault. Don't be so irritable in the future, use more snacks."

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In a blink of an eye, it was already late at night, and the temperature dropped sharply. Ding Oulong, who was originally unconscious, suddenly woke up from the cold.

Ding Oulong wanted to struggle to stand up, but found that his whole body was sore and painful, and he had no strength at all. In desperation, he had to choose to crawl on the ground and crawl all the way to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Brother Lang, wait for me, I will definitely save you!"

Now Changsun Lang is still in Yu Hao's hands, and he lost the recipe. If he can't rush to the Prime Minister's Office to report the news, wouldn't he be ashamed of Changsun Lang?

Thinking of this, Ding Oulong focused all his strength on his limbs and crawled forward harder.

On the other hand, Changsun Lang was locked in a small black room by Hei Niu. Hei Niu, who had been waiting for nearly two hours, was already impatient and immediately beat Changsun Lang up again.

"Ding Oulong, you guys, where are you going to die? I'm going to be beaten to death, why don't you come to save me!" Changsun Lang cursed angrily while beating Hei Niu.

He almost hated Ding Oulong in his heart. If it weren't for Ding Oulong, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Outside the small dark room, Yu Hao and Li Shihan are checking the income of Haoyue Auction tonight.

"Mr., I've calculated it, and it's fine. Tonight, our Haoyue Auction Store earned a total of 2.3 million taels of silver." Li Shihan said excitedly at the numbers in the account book.

He earned 2.3 million in one night, which Li Shihan dared not think about before.

Even for some big-scale chambers of commerce in Daqian, it would be great to make so much money a year.

The items Yu Hao used to auction were completely negligible except for the recipes, but the rich people in Wudu City snatched each item as if crazy, making every item sold at a sky-high price.

The most important thing is that they paid the entry fee of 10,000 taels of silver very happily, which was incredible.

Yu Hao was also very satisfied with the number, and thought for a while and said, "Sixteen percent of this money is from you and Zhu An. All the remaining money is exchanged for food and sent to the disaster area in the north!"

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The black bull slapped Changsun Lang on the head and said angrily: "Look at what kind of friends you make on weekdays, it's not reliable at all. Let our Lord wait for so long, I'll hammer you to death!"


Chapter completed!