Supreme enchanting soldier king

Chapter 3
Holding the signed bet, Ye Luo left the hospital under Su Ying's triumphant eyes.

From Su Ying's point of view, this time, she will definitely win. It is impossible for Ye Luo to take advantage, but this time there is evidence to prove it!
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Qingnian Road Police Station is very close to No.1 Civilian Hospital, just cross two streets.

It was past ten o'clock at noon, and Ye Luo was thinking with a headache as he walked, how to educate Chu Xiaohuan, who had entered the rebellious period of youth, was a very difficult task.

In addition, Chu Xiaohuan has entered puberty, and he can no longer share a room with him. Ye Luo wondered if he should rent a two-bedroom house.

Unknowingly, Chu Xiaohuan has grown up, living in one room, taking a shower, going to the toilet, and changing clothes is not very convenient.

Alas, when the little loli enters puberty, there are many places to spend money.

Just, very short of money.

"It's time to earn some money. It's been three years, and the outside world should have almost forgotten about me." Ye Luo muttered to himself.

Among the two streets from the hospital to the police station, there is a street called Babao Street. This street is also well-known in Nanjiang City, because this street is full of antiques, fortune-telling, and precious medicinal materials. .

However, everyone knows that there are far more scammers than merchants on this street. Fake goods are always the trend. Antiques, fortune-telling, and selling magic medicines, occasionally one of them is true, and it will be spread for a long time.

Ye Luo walked down the street full of thoughts.

suddenly.

He stopped.

Ye Luo keenly felt that the bead hanging around his neck that had been silent for three years suddenly vibrated, as if it strongly hinted something to Ye Luo.

Ye Luo was stunned.

At that time, the leader of the generation of killers, Chu Tian, ​​snatched the bead with his life, and finally gave it to Ye Luo together with his daughter. Ye Luo studied the bead for three years, roasting it with fire, electric shock, hammering, and three years of daily life. Dropping a single drop of blood on a bead never made that bead react.

Ye Luo once thought that this might be a fake bead, and that Chutian's life was really worthless.

It's just that now this bead vibrated viciously.

hallucinations?

Ye Luo reached out his hand suspiciously to touch the bead hanging on his chest, and found that the bead was indeed still vibrating.

Moreover, the bead seemed to send him a message, making him stop, as if there was something precious nearby.

Ye Luo's face was strange for a while.

Could it be that this bead has become a essence, and it can directly transmit information to his mind?
Ye Luo glanced left and right, and finally his eyes fell on a small stall selling medicinal materials. There were ginseng, deer antler, caterpillar fungus, Tianshan snow lotus, Tai Sui, and all kinds of strange things on the stall.

Of course, anyone with a little common sense can recognize that the items on this stall are basically fakes.

This kind of street stall belongs to the kind of fake goods stall that has not opened for three years and has been open for three years. Most of these stalls and shops are on this street.

The front of the stall is quite lively at this time, but it's just lively, most of them are idlers who come to see the excitement, and there are very few rich fools who come here to be slaughtered.

However, the bead hanging around Ye Luo's neck seemed to convey a message that he wanted to approach the stall.

Ye Luo was puzzled, turned around and approached.

"Young man, what do you want to buy? Ginseng or ginseng can strengthen the kidneys and nourish the deficiency, strengthen the body and bones, eat one, ten times a night, and the golden gun will not fall!" The old man who set up a street stall saw a new face coming over, and immediately started selling own stuff.

"Pfft—Wu Banxian, I remember a young man bought a piece of ginseng from you last time. After eating it, he had diarrhea for half a month." Beside the stall, a 40- to [-]-year-old man with a big gold chain The middle-aged man seems to have some problems with the old man who set up the stall.

"Boss Zhang, you can't say that. These are all genuine products!" The old man who set up a street stall said seriously.

The spectators around the street stall couldn't help laughing when they saw Wu Banxian being so serious. People who come here often know that there are few genuine products on this street.

Ye Luo also smiled, but didn't take it seriously.

His eyes fell on a dried clover, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ye Luo's superb medical skills are based on traditional Chinese medicine, and he has an extremely keen intuition for medicinal materials. He can distinguish ordinary fake medicinal materials with his eyes closed.

But that clover was somewhat beyond Ye Luo's understanding.

In Ye Luo's memory, it seems that there is no information about this clover in the various Chinese pharmacopoeia records.

However, Ye Luo could clearly feel that there was a strange fluctuation on the shamrock, and the bead hanging around his neck was attracted by this strange fluctuation.

"How is it? Little brother, have you taken a fancy to the medicinal material of this rare treasure?" Wu Banxian has been arranging carpets for decades, and he can almost see what Ye Luo wants at a glance.

"Oh, not really." Ye Luo shook his head.

"No?" Wu Banxian was puzzled.

"How much is this ginseng?" Ye Luo casually pointed to a thumb-thick ginseng next to the clover.

"This is the finest hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, young man, I see that you are full of heaven and magnificent, and such a good ginseng matches your temperament very well. In this way, I will give you a 30% discount, how about [-]? "Wu Banxian said without blushing and heartbeat.

"Hahaha, Wu Banxian, are you crazy about money? Just this, 30?" The middle-aged man with the big gold chain laughed unabashedly.

"Boss Zhang, this is true!" Wu Banxian said again seriously.

"Come on, the one I bought back for 8000 yuan two months ago, you said it was true!" A hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man in Da Jinlian.

When the onlookers in front of the stall heard this, they immediately understood that the middle-aged man with the big gold chain had been cheated.

"Of course it is true. There are no fakes on my stall." Wu Banxian remained calm. As a liar, if he wants to deceive others, he must first deceive himself. Wu Banxian's decades of deception have obviously reached this level.

"Oh, then I'll take it." Ye Luo said lightly without waiting for them to argue.

"What? You want it?" Da Jinlian's middle-aged man stared, his body froze.

Even the onlookers were very surprised. They couldn't help but look at Ye Luo. He is not outstanding, and he looks like a rich second-generation idiot, right?
Could it be that the current rich second generation loves to pretend to be poor to pretend to be cowardly?
Wu Banxian's body paused slightly, his face suppressed the ecstasy, and he said lightly: "Little brother, you are a man of knowledge."

"Well, thank you for the compliment, but the price seems a bit expensive, so let's say, 30 is too much, let's use three." Ye Luo casually took out three coins from his pocket and handed them over.

(End of this chapter)