"What's the minimum amount of silver required?" Huo Lian asked.
"The quality and quantity of items at a mid-tier auction are much higher than at an ordinary auction. Judging by the auctions held each year, you need proof of at least fifty million taels of silver just to get in," Jiang Deng said. "Given the Wild Ox Sect's current situation, even with the silver we obtained from the Soul-Reaping Sect, I'm afraid we still don't have enough. We'll have to sell some treasures to make up the difference."
Even the Soul-Reaping Sect did not have that much silver on hand. What they had brought back this time amounted to roughly twenty million taels of silver, of which only a few million taels were actual silver; the rest consisted of silver notes.
The Fierce Mountain Gang's original reserves of gold and silver were even smaller, nowhere near fifty million taels.
Even adding the thirteen million taels Huang Xiao had obtained from Hu Pursuing Wind and the others, they were still somewhat short.
If they could not even meet the threshold for admission, how could they talk about participating in an auction at the consignment house?
What a shame we couldn't find Zhuo Mengshen's deposit certificate, Huang Xiao sighed inwardly. Money Banks really are ruthless.
If Zhuo Mengshen had not deposited anything at a Money Bank, that was that. But if he had, then with his death, practically no one would know about the certificate he had hidden away.
That would leave the assets deposited in the Money Bank virtually ownerless.
Under the Money Bank Rules, a safekeeping fee had to be paid every ten years.
If the deadline arrived without payment, and the assets were not withdrawn, those assets would become the property of the Money Bank.
Naturally, a dead man