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Wang Ruilin's strong self-confidence radiated from the inside out deeply infected the old man who was almost on the verge of despair.The old man subconsciously thought that Wang Ruilin might be the son of a leader, otherwise, how could a boy of eighteen or nineteen say such arrogant words?

Especially the absolute self-confidence in Wang Ruilin made the old man firm in his guess - the young man in front of him must be an official in his family, and his rank is not low!

With this kind of preconceived notion, the old man will naturally not stop anything. One wants to sell wine to save his granddaughter, and the other wants to buy wine with all his heart and brains. Is there anything more to say about Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai? ?

Wang Ruilin stayed at the door of the old man's house for a few minutes. After learning about it from the old man, he bid farewell to the old man and promised to solve the problem within two days, so that the old man could rest assured.

From Tianfeng Village to the general market, there is a distance of more than ten miles, and from the general market to Lijiang Middle School, there is still a road of seven or eight miles, which adds up to more than ten kilometers.

If you follow the normal running speed, it will take at least an hour to get to the school... I have already missed class in the morning, and Wang Ruilin doesn't want to skip class in the afternoon, otherwise Chen Susu will call home, even if his parents dote on him again, I am afraid that there will be a lot of earnest words nagging.

It was almost 11:30 noon at this time, and the afternoon self-study in the third grade of senior high school would start at twelve o'clock. If Wang Ruilin didn't want to be bombarded after returning home, he could only arrive at school within half an hour.

"Take a taxi." Wang Ruilin touched the remaining tens of dollars in his pocket, shook his head and shrugged, walked through the alley at an even speed with his hands in his pockets, and stood on a concrete road less than six meters wide.

There are no regular taxis in the village, but there are a few black taxis parked at the head of the village. Several drivers are smoking and chatting together. The doors of the cars are all open to show the real purpose of these cars.

Standing at the entrance of the alley and taking a look, Wang Ruilin approached the place where the black taxis gathered, about ten meters away, and asked the drivers, "How much does it cost to go to Lijiang Middle School?"

The other drivers didn't respond, only a middle-aged man looked up at Wang Ruilin, and said casually, "Forty."

"Uh..." Wang Ruilin froze for a moment, and then asked, "Can you go for 37 yuan?"

"Don't go." The middle-aged man directly rejected Wang Ruilin's bargaining without even thinking about it, and then got together with several other drivers, chatting and laughing without even looking at Wang Ruilin.

This time Wang Ruilin was depressed, wouldn't it be three yuan less?Is it worth such a calculation?

However, with his personality, he naturally wouldn't go up against him, so why don't you leave?Can the prince go by himself?Isn't it a road of more than ten kilometers, what is it!

As soon as he turned his head, Wang Ruilin walked in the direction he came from, somewhat puzzled in his heart.Although he himself has no concept of money, but as the prince of the majestic demon clan in the heaven, he has a total of more than [-] yuan in his body... This is too shabby! ?

"No, I have to find a way to get some money later, otherwise it will be inconvenient to do anything!" Wang Ruilin, who chose to walk back to school, said to himself while walking: "Buying wine costs money, and buying medicinal materials also costs money. Ten altars of aged liquor, the market price is at least 80 yuan. If you add medicinal materials, there is no 400 million yuan. I don’t think I have any money. I only spent 10,000+ at the end of last year to buy a car. It's probably enough."

The parents obviously couldn't get through, so Wang Ruilin had to find a way through other means.

Suddenly, Wang Ruilin felt regretful. When he killed Chen Zhidong and his gang last night, he found more than 90 yuan in cash from Chen Zhidong's upstairs safe. Throw all the money in the living room, or else it wouldn't be so tight now.  …

But then again, after all, Wang Ruilin is the majestic prince of the monster clan. Although he doesn't have so many psychological barriers, he looks down on petty theft after all. Raiding houses and homes, robbing the rich and giving to the poor... Monster power is not wasted like this!

Especially in the mortal world where spiritual energy is scarce, retaining an extra layer of demon power means more protection. This mortal world is not all ordinary people. Isn't the original form of the god monks before their ascension to the mortal world monks?

Shaking his head, he expelled these distracting thoughts from his mind.

But just when Wang Ruilin calmed down and was about to continue on his way, he suddenly thought of another important question... Who is the current director of Chenguang Winery, where does he live, and what does he look like? !

Patting his forehead, Wang Ruilin smiled wryly and said, "I'm so dazed, I didn't even ask this question clearly!"

There was no other way, Wang Ruilin could only temporarily give up his plan to rush back to school immediately, and instead arrived at 45:[-] pm, before the school officially started...

Wang Ruilin didn't know it at all, when he turned his head away from the door of the old man's house, there was a seven-seater van driving towards the door of the old man's house in the distance.

Wang Ruilin walked relatively fast, and he had already passed through an alley of more than 400 meters in just over a minute. In addition to the twists and turns, how could he perceive what happened at the door of the old man's house?

Less than 17 minute and 20 seconds after he left, the silver-gray seven-seater van stopped at the door of the old man's house. The door was opened, and eight young people in their [-]s got out of the car. All of them were dressed in flowing clothes, and all of them were carrying half-meter-long steel pipes in their hands.

The old man who was standing at the door didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw these young people appearing, his face changed slightly, but he still held his composure, so he picked up the pole beside him, and asked Said: "Who are you?!"

"Old guy, I think you are tired of living!" The eight young people were all about the same age, and it was impossible to tell which one was the leader.However, the first young man who jumped out of the passenger seat, with a half-burnt cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, pointed the steel pipe directly at the old man who was holding the pole tightly with both hands, raised his chin, disgusted Said: "Brothers, teach this old man how to behave!"

How can an old man who is thin and over seventy years old be a group of young and strong young opponents who are like wolves and tigers?The steel pipes in the hands of the seven young men fell on the old man like raindrops, and the old man was directly beaten and curled up on the ground, moaning in pain.

The whole process was very short. In less than a minute, the group of beating youths got into the car and drove away, leaving only the wounded old man lying in a pool of blood, moaning in pain and weakness...