The best little magician in the countryside

Chapter 133 The ancestral chamber pot of Widow Zhang's family is more valuable than yours
Listening to Fifth Hao's words, Luo Yanran was still a little uneasy.

300 million, how could it be just a number!

Moreover, in her consciousness, Fifth Hao is just the owner of a canteen.

Even if it's popular in this town, it's impossible to take out a few million casually.

But whether she believes it or not, she can only rely on Jiang Chen and Fifth Hao now.

Of course, compared to Fifth Hao's domineering words just now, she believed in Jiang Chen more.

After all, considering what Jiang Chen did in Xianhuang Village during this period, he should be capable of handling this incident.

But what Jiang Chen thought at this time was different from Luo Yanran.

This matter can be handled easily for him, and it can also be handled for Fifth Hao.

Not to mention whether there is any other strangeness in this matter, just judging from the information we know now, it is nothing more than a wealthy businessman in the county who has been offended, and the one who has to claim compensation is only 300 million.

According to Fifth Hao's strength, he may not need to personally come forward to resolve these matters.

This matter is a trivial matter, and in the end it is just to lose some money.

But Fifth Hao's attitude and tone today are the big deal.

At least for Jiang Chen, this is the case.

Fifth Hao is the think tank of a huge group.

Before that, he was decadent and willing to be a small person.

But now, he stood in front of everyone again.

He is no longer the owner of the canteen, but the brain of a group.

He was able to rely on his own wisdom to create a piece of the world with Brother Qi, and it won't be long before he can rely on that wisdom to bring the scattered world into his own hands again.

Jiang Chen and Luo Yanran will not be staying in Xianhuang Village soon, and they will return to Baiyun City soon.

At that time, what they will face will not only be a loss of millions or an apology, but a real life-and-death tribulation.

And Fifth Hao can help them overcome many ups and downs with ease.

Compared with paying these several million, what Jiang Chen values ​​more is that Fifth Hao can come back out of the arena and become the most helpful right-hand man after he and Luo Yanran return to Baiyun City!

bell bell bell.

While galloping all the way, Luo Yanran's cell phone rang again.

She looked at the number on it and frowned.

"What's wrong mom?"

Fang Mei's nervous voice came from the opposite side: "Yanran, where are you? They said that if you don't bring money within 10 minutes, they will take me away."

"I'll be there soon, just hold on a little longer." Luo Yanran's tone was also a little urgent.

"Hurry up, daughter, and I even blew the bullshit out with you, Aunt Wu, saying that you can definitely solve this matter, and you can't let me lose my face again."

Hearing this, Luo Yanran's originally anxious expression was mixed with a trace of displeasure.

What time is it, and you still care about face?

After answering, he hung up the phone directly.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "How long will it take us to reach Fanhu Road?"

Although Jiang Chen has only been to the county seat once, he knows about Fanhu Road, it is next to the Qianlong Pavilion that he visited last time.

Looking at the sign in front, he said, "We'll be there in seven or eight minutes at most."

Luo Yanran sighed slightly.

Jiang Chen held the steering wheel with one hand, and held Luo Yanran's jade hand with the other: "It's okay, don't be afraid!"

The car continued to gallop, and it took about 5 minutes to arrive at Fanhu Road.

Luo Yanran looked out the window and pointed not far away: "My mother is over there."

Jiang Chen nodded, turned on the turn signal, drove over and stopped on the side of the road.

As soon as he got out of the car, Fang Mei ran over.

He asked with a complaining face: "Why did you come here? If it's later, I will be taken away."

"What's your name? You blame us for causing trouble?"

Although Luo Yanran was very anxious, Fang Mei complained when she came over, which made her a little unhappy.

Fang Mei glared at Luo Yanran: "You think I'm happy to cause trouble? Who knows why they are free to wander around the streets with antiques."

"You are really unreasonable, you broke our antique, and you blame us?"

As soon as Fang Mei finished speaking, a man and a woman came out beside her.

The woman who spoke was about 50 to [-] years old, and even with heavy makeup, it couldn't hide her rapidly aging wrinkles.

Next to the woman, followed by a man in his early twenties.

The appearance between the brows seemed somewhat familiar to Jiang Chen.

But he was sure that this was the first time he had seen this man.

"Nonsense, if you don't come out with antiques and bluff the market, can I bump into them?"

Fang Mei had the face of a shrew, and with Luo Yanran and the others coming, she had a lot of confidence in cursing the street.

The middle-aged woman snorted coldly and said, "What a joke, this is the first time I, Zhang Meili, have seen such a shameless person at such an age."

"you!"

"mom!"

Fang Mei originally wanted to continue to refute, but Luo Yanran suddenly interrupted her.

After shaking her head at her, Luo Yanran looked at Zhang Meili: "Auntie, I'm really sorry for breaking your things."

"It's not just anything, it's an antique!" Zhang Meili glanced at Luo Yanran, pointed at the box in the man's hand and muttered.

Luo Yanran nodded: "It's an antique, but everything can be discussed, so arguing like this can't solve the problem, can it!"

"Heh, listening to your little girl's speech is quite pleasant, and I don't know how many times better than your mother!"

Fang Mei immediately became unhappy when she heard this, but Luo Yanran forcibly stopped her again.

And he scolded with a sullen face: "Mom, if you want to make trouble again, I won't care."

Fang Mei pursed her lips and stood aside.

"Aunt Zhang, how much is this antique worth?" Luo Yanran asked.

Zhang Meili hugged her hands, and then said to the man next to her, "Tongtong, tell her."

"Mom, can you stop calling me by my nickname in front of outsiders?" The man seemed very displeased with his relatively neutral name.

"Alright, alright, Hou Tong, tell them how much our antique is worth!" Zhang Meili waved her hand impatiently.

Hou Tong nodded, put the box in front of Luo Yanran and the others, then pointed to a pile of fragments inside and said, "This is an official kiln vase from the Qing Dynasty. We just came out of the antique shop. They estimated the price at 270 million, but If it is put up for auction in the auction house, the final transaction price must be at least 500 million."

While speaking, Hou Tong glanced at Luo Yanran and the others, and smiled proudly and contemptuously: "But you are not rich, so we don't count as an auction price, just give us 300 million."

"300 million..."

When Luo Yanran raised her eyes and was about to speak, Jiang Chen took a step forward, pinched the fragments inside and said with a smile: "Look, this quality is not as good as the ancestral chamber pot in the widow Zhang's family in our village. How dare you ask for 300 yuan for such a small thing?" Ten thousand? Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to eat to death?”

(End of this chapter)