Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Could it be that this purple gold bottle is a real antique, and Fang Lin's purchase of gold ingots is just to paralyze the stall owner, and that the ultimate goal is to dig out the purple gold bottle by the way?

Thinking of this, Hu Keer looked at the Purple Gold Ping carefully, trying to find out what was special about the Purple Gold Ping through his experience in the Xiling Sect.

Fang Lin raised the purple gold bottle casually and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just think this bottle looks pretty."

Judging from his careless look, it seemed like he was holding a torn linen bag in his hand, and he felt that the purple gold bottle really didn't seem that important.

"It's not long since we got out, and it's getting dark. It's time to meet Master Ziyang and the others and go back to the hotel."

Song Jinhao's implication was very clear. He didn't want to stay with Fang Lin for even one more minute now, and he didn't want to continue to have contact with Hu Keer and Fang Lin.

Fang Lin couldn't understand what he meant. He smiled faintly and said to Hu Ke'er, "You are busy, I'll leave first."

With that said, he didn't wait for Song Jinhao to leave first, but he left first.

On the other side, the street stall owner named Chen Ergou couldn't help but hide his head when he saw Fang Lin and his party walking away. Hey, Zhile!

My nose was so full of bubbles that it almost burst out.

That gold ingot is actually nothing more than an antique, not even gold!

It’s just a gold-plated copper lump!

It's ridiculous that the young man thought he was so smart and paid a price of 900,000.

This business of mine is a bloody profit!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but call his mother-in-law and said eloquently: "Daughter-in-law, make me a pot of ribs tonight, and buy me a bottle of good wine. I want to have a good drink!"

The woman on the other end of the phone knew her man's temperament, so she asked anxiously: "Are you rich today?"

Chen Ergou lowered his voice and chuckled: "No, I sold the copper knot for 900,000! It's enough for our son's wedding!"

The woman said excitedly: "Hey, wait, I will cook another fish for you. Go home quickly! Go home quickly!"

Chen Ergou thought about it, but he still stayed here.

Mao Xian, go home and hug your wife and have a drink.

Just as he was about to hang up, the woman said: "Oh, by the way, when you went out today, you took the wrong gold ingot.

I see that the gold ingot you left at home has a gold-plated skin that was punctured by your son. When you come back later, buy some gold-plated materials and fill the gap. "

Chen Ergou was stunned for a moment: "What the hell?"

The woman over there was also stunned: "What did you just say you sold for 900,000 yuan? A copper lump?"

"Holy shit!" Chen Ergou's eyes widened and he said, "I sold the real gold ingots that my brother poured out?"

Throwing away the phone, Chen Ergou's eyes widened and he chased Fang Lin in the direction he left.

When he caught up to Fang Lin, Fang Linggang, Hu Keer and others were only a dozen steps apart.

Seeing Chen Ergou running towards him, Song Jinhao was filled with expectations!

Seeing how anxious the stall owner was, he must have regretted the transaction, and he might even have to settle the score with Fang Lin Qiuhou!

He left in no hurry, wanting to stay and watch the show.

"Little brother! Little brother!" Chen Ergou ran to Fang Lin and gasped: "Give me back that gold ingot. I won't sell it anymore. I won't sell it anymore."

Fang Lin smiled lightly and said: "The money has been paid, how can there be any reason to regret it?"

Chen Ergou said: "To tell you the truth, that gold ingot is fake, not even gold. If I sell you 900,000 for a copper lump, I feel uneasy.

How about you return the copper lump to me and I'll return the nine hundred thousand to you? "

The people around had different expressions, pointing and watching the show. Many people think that Chen Ergou keeps talking nonsense. Is there anyone in this world who thinks he makes too much money?

None of these antique dealers would be willing to sell a piece of stone for the price of a diamond.

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It was Song Jinhao who thought Chen Ergou was serious and couldn't help but persuade him: "Boss, this is your fault.

Loss in buying and selling is common.

Since you are playing antiques, you must be prepared to pay tuition. You can just take your money with peace of mind. Why should you give it back to him? "

Fang Lin also said with a smile: "That's right, I just love paying tuition. Brother, you don't have to feel bad for me."

Chen Ergou was about to cry: "I don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sorry for you, I just blame myself..."

No matter what you say, Fang Lin just can't get enough of it.

Chen Ergou finally gritted his teeth and said, "How about I give you 910,000 yuan and earn you 10,000 yuan? Return the gold ingot to me!"

"No retreat."

Chen Ergou knelt down in front of Fang Lin, hugged Fang Lin's thigh, and burst into tears: "Can I give you 1 million, brother!"

Fang Lin said: "Don't say one million, even three million, I will not retreat."

Chen Ergou looked at Fang Lin in surprise, opened his mouth wide, and after thinking for a long time, he shouted: "Three and a half million! Retreat or not?"

Fang Lin was silent for a moment, took out the gold ingot and said, "Okay, three and a half million, just three and a half million.

In fact, I don't want to quit. If it weren't for the fact that we hit it off, it would be impossible for me to quit.

But let’s make an agreement first. The gold ingots can be returned to you, but the purple gold bottle still belongs to me. "

Chen Ergou burst into tears and said: "Yours, yours, don't worry, I don't want the bottle, I just want this copper lump..." Everyone around him was confused, and no one understood what was going on.

Song Jinhao said angrily: "Why is this? Why?"

However, no matter how they look at it, they don't understand it.

Fang Lin and Chen Ergou soon settled their money again.

Chen Ergou searched for 2.6 million and finally redeemed the gold ingot. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while.

His back walking back looked depressed

Incomparable.

Fang Lin carried the purple gold bottle with satisfaction and walked away.

Seeing that he was really going to leave this time, Hu Keer said: "Fang Lin, you came here to find the Star Soul Grass in the uninhabited area of ​​​​the Shenjia, right? There are many dangers there, so don't go in alone.

When we finish our mission, Master Pu Hui and I will accompany you. "

Fang Lin waved his hand, thanked him and said, "No, I can do it alone."

After that, he walked away without looking back.

"Why is this?" Song Jinhao was stunned on the spot, still confused.

Hu Keer looked back and forth at the backs of Fang Lin and Chen Ergou for a few times, and said decisively: "That gold ingot must be real! A real antique gold ingot!"

"How is it possible? It's absolutely impossible." Song Jinhao couldn't believe it and shook his head repeatedly, thinking that Hu Ke'er was making up a fantasy.

However, deep down in his heart, he believed Hu Keer's statement.

After all, other than this explanation, there is no other way to explain this matter.

However, this explanation was too exaggerated, and Song Jinhao felt that he simply couldn't bear it!

At a random street stall, I bought a real antique gold ingot for 900,000 yuan, and then changed hands and bought another 3.5 million yuan?

Is this still something humans do?

Compared to this, who do you think you are? It’s just a useless snack!

For a moment, Song Jinhao was disheartened and his face was full of self-doubt.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Qingyun couldn't help but said: "Jin Hao, don't be discouraged. You only paid the tuition once. I believe you will be able to buy real things next time."

After a long time, Song Jinhao gradually came back to his senses, and his fighting spirit and confidence returned to his eyes.

"This is nothing. I, Song Jinhao, am not good at cultural relics and antiques. It's nothing if I look at it.

There are specialties in the art, and those who are masters are teachers. What I, Song Jinhao, am best at is the ability to pass down a single line! "