The President's Personal Evil Physician

Ye Qing went to the pharmacy market to buy some necessary medicinal materials. After buying all the medicinal materials, the only thing missing was a suitable cauldron. The so-called cauldron must be a magic weapon, otherwise it would not be able to withstand the huge demonic power Yes, maybe I have to waste an inner alchemy.

But magical artifacts can't be found anywhere, Ye Qing can only go to the antique market again to look for them.

Many antiques are magic weapons, and if you are lucky, you may come across one.

Thinking of this, he regretted not learning how to refine weapons from the old man.

Soon, Ye Qing came to the No. [-] antique market in Shendu.

There are square attics everywhere here, full of classical elegance, and there are many street vendors in the market who are constantly shouting, and there are many gold diggers coming and going on the street.

Ye Qingqi is one of them.

I went to one small stall after another, but I didn't find a cauldron.

Thinking about it, he planned to find an antique store to have a look.

Until the end of the market, finally something similar attracted Ye Qing.

It looks like a cauldron.

It is seventy to eighty centimeters high and only about fifty centimeters wide.

Ye Qing knelt down and took a look, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good guy!"

This is a purple gold cauldron, which is considered top-grade among the cauldrons, but it is coated with a layer of blue copper rust on the outside, like a bronze product.

"Oh, this thing is here, it can be regarded as a knowledgeable boss!"

The stall owner has a mustache, and he walked over with a smile, just like a profiteer.

"My fellow Taoist, you really know the goods. This is the alchemy furnace where Lu Dongbin, the ancestor of Chunyang Taoism, practiced alchemy."

The boss was really not afraid of the wind and flashed his tongue when he spoke.

"Lu Dongbin?"

"Yes, I entrusted the knights from all directions to fight the elder Yuxu of Chunyang Palace for three days and three nights before finally getting it out of Chunyang Palace. Chunyang Ding, if the boss likes it, then why not Make an offer."

The boss said with a smile, there was a cunning gleam in those mouse eyes.

"Is it the real thing? I think it's just an ordinary Fang Ding. You say it's from the Chunyang Palace? Why doesn't it have any Taoist rune patterns?"

Ye Qing asked suspiciously on purpose.

"Ahem, of course, this boss, think about it carefully, this is a thing from the Tang Dynasty. It has been so many years ago, and it is normal for it to wear out!"

The boss said with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm also a person who has played with antiques. You can fool my eyes. Is this cauldron real or not? You don't know what it is?"

Ye Qing's eyes were burning like a torch, watching the boss hesitate to speak, he thought to himself, could it be that he is not boasting?

"Boss, then you can set a price, and if it is suitable, I will sell it to you!"

The stall owner said with an embarrassed smile.

"1000 yuan is not much for this thing!"

Ye Qing made an offer.

"Boss, the cost I brought for this thing is [-] yuan. Aren't you asking me to trade at a loss?"

The boss said with a look of embarrassment.

"That's two thousand, no more. If it wasn't for the lack of a big incense burner in my house, I wouldn't even look down on it!"

Ye Qing said.

"Boss, I've been sitting here for a whole day. It's been hard work, and I'm very hungry. Can you add another two hundred, so that I can add two chicken legs when I go back?"

The boss said with a pitiful face.

"Add two hundred?"

"Yes, just add two hundred!"

"Okay then, just add 200 yuan more, I'll take two thousand and two!"

Ye Qing took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay.

"arrive!"

"Yo, thank you boss, do you want me to ask a guy to help you lift this thing up?"

The boss was very happy. He bought something for 200 yuan and sold it for 2000 yuan.

"No need, I'll do it myself!"

Ye Qing was very happy in his heart, he bought such a priceless treasure as Zijinding for 2000 yuan, let alone how happy he was.

He was ready to leave with his tripod ears in his hands, but by coincidence, someone came and snatched it from him.

"Boss, I can pay you a hundred times as much as he paid, as long as you sell me that tripod!"

a man's voice.

Ye Qing glanced back, he was a boy in his twenties with a fair face, wearing a white gown, with a sword in his hand, with gossip on the sword, like a cultivator.

Beside him is a beautiful Taoist nun who is also about 20 years old and dressed in the same attire as him.

The eyes of both of them fell on the cauldron in Ye Qing's hand.

There is even a ray of hot light.

It seems that they also know the goods, and they already know the value of this tripod.

"hundred times?"

When the stall owner heard this, a greedy look could not help but flash in his eyes.

A hundred times, that is 20, he can earn more than 2.

"Boss, I won't sell that tripod, I won't sell it!"

After a look of embarrassment flashed across his face, he immediately changed his face and immediately regretted it with Ye Qing.

"The money has already been given, and you have agreed to it before, so why not sell it?"

How could Ye Qing give up the Zijin Cauldron he got?

"I'll just refund the money to you, but I won't sell the tripod!"

The boss said with a strong attitude, a coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Are you going to regret it after selling it? It's too late to regret it now!"

Ye Qing's attitude is also very strong.

"You still haven't paid it back?"

The boss's face darkened, and he said in a cold tone.

"No, what can you do to me?"

Ye Qing didn't take him seriously at all.

"Little bastard, don't leave here if you're a fucking bitch, I'll teach you how to be a man!"

The stall owner became furious. He didn't want to miss 20 yuan all at once, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Shame!"

Ye Qing uttered two words, and then left regardless.

"You stop for me!"

The stall owner blushed and rushed in front of Ye Qing.

"Will you return the tripod to me today, or give me 20, or you won't be able to leave today standing up."

The stall owner said with a ferocious face.

"Sand Sculpture!" Ye Qing didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just kicked him flying, and didn't get up for a long time.

"Ouch... Grass, little bastard, wait for me."

The stall owner's face was full of pain, he howled and watched Ye Qing leave.

The man and woman also followed, and they didn't want to let the tripod go.

"Please stop!"

The man stopped Ye Qing.

"Brother, how much is your tripod, I am willing to pay a thousand times to buy it!"

He offered an attractive price.

"Fuck, a thousand times, two million?"

The stall owner was suddenly dumbfounded, his intestines were green with regret.

From the looks of it, it's really an antique.

How could he be blind and sell a real antique for 2000 yuan?

"No, I'm going to grab it back!"

The stall owner rolled his small eyes, and he made up his mind to pay attention.