Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Everything is ready, only due to the east wind. Since Zhao Sanjin is determined to kill Meng Yifan, he must do what he says.

With a harmless smile, Zhao Sanjin felt that his face was going to be stiff, but Meng Yifan couldn't take the initiative to say a word. But he could only get the ducks on the shelf and asked, "can Meng always remember our agreement?"

"What... What..." Meng Yifan stammered obviously, and the fine sweat on his forehead began to come out.

According to the bold words put down before, Meng Yifan will double the highest price of the on-site bid. Xia Lingmo's shot is a high price of 30 million. Doesn't it mean that Meng Yifan wants to buy such a broken stone at a price of 60 million?

The most important thing is that Xia Lingmo is the final bidder. Even if Meng Yifan wants to find fault, he is unable to pay for it.

Now, even if it is such an eye-catching jade, in Meng Yifan's heart, it can only be regarded as a broken stone that people hate.

60 million, that's not 6000 yuan. It's not that Meng Yifan is reluctant to give up the money, but the key problem is that Zhao Sanjin bought it for only 2 million, but as soon as he changed hands, the price directly increased by 30 times. How can Meng Yifan accept this gap?

More importantly, the final destination of this money is Zhao Sanjin.

"It seems that general Meng's memory is not very good." Zhao Sanjin had expected that Meng Yifan would default, but he was not in a hurry. Anyway, so many people were watching, and Xia Tianhao, the real boss, stayed here. Zhao Sanjin was happy and not afraid.

"Not to mention Meng's intention to take back the wool in my hands without paying a penny. What's more, I'm more curious about whether Meng's promise to double the purchase still counts?"

The smile on Zhao Sanjin's face is always so playful, and his words are not warm, as if the high price of 60 million is just six yuan in Zhao Sanjin's heart.

But noncommittal, Zhao Sanjin's every sentence seemed unintentional, but it was everywhere forcing Meng Yifan until his last line of defense collapsed completely.

"Count!" Meng Yifan resisted the urge to tear Zhao Sanjin alive, almost squeezing out such a word between his teeth.

For a moment, Meng Yifan only felt that his whole person seemed to collapse, like a defeated rooster, who could no longer raise his arrogant head.

This is often the case in reality. The more you think about calculating others, you can only reap the consequences. Meng Yifan is a good example.

As Zhao Sanjin said to Liu Yingying before, money is still a small matter. For Meng Yifan, 60 million yuan can be taken out, but the lost face can never be picked up again.

Since he became an enemy with Zhao Sanjin, Meng Yifan has been eating in Zhao Sanjin's hands. However, there has never been such a big loss of face as today.

"Would you like to check or swipe your card?" Zhao Sanjin won't sympathize with Meng Yifan. On the contrary, it's the best time to fall into a well at this time. For a person who wants his own life as soon as he meets, Zhao Sanjin naturally needs to make up for it: "Of course, it's OK to give cash, but there are too many sheets. It's a little difficult to count them clearly. If there are one or two less, it's not good to make contradictions at that time!"

Compared with Zhao Sanjin, Meng Yifan tried to figure out how to collect the fee. Meng Yifan endured the green veins on his fist, showed a dead father, and stared at Zhao Sanjin, a troublemaker with a depressed face.

"Have you made up your mind? Mr. Meng." Zhao Sanjin felt that his mouth was about to dry, but he was stunned that he couldn't get a response from Meng Yifan. He was so angry that Zhao Sanjin seemed to be the victim. He asked angrily: "I've been talking for so long, but you made a noise?"

"You..." Meng Yifan pointed at Zhao Sanjin angrily, and his eyes were about to burst out fire. The meaning written on his face was that don't deceive others too much.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Sanjin pointed to himself and asked back with a blank face.

"I......" Meng Yifan shook his hand and wanted to say something about giving money, but it was hard to say when he thought that the payee was Zhao Sanjin and his throat was like a fishbone.

Soon, Meng Yifan swiped out a check. With the strength of his hand, he waved his pen directly. Then he didn't even bother to look at Zhao Sanjin. He threw it directly on him and sneered: "money is a good thing. The key is to see if there is life to spend."

Threat, the threat of red fruit.

"My life has always been good." Zhao Sanjin smiled and directly ignored Meng Yifan's threat, smiling at the number on the check.

The income was 60 million at once. Zhao Sanjin really should figure out how to spend it.

Meng Yifan, who has an iron face, can't beat Zhao Sanjin either in his mouth or in his hands. He grits his teeth with hatred, but he is helpless. He can only shake his hand and will go to the periphery of the crowd.

"Mr. Meng, I'm going to go now?" Zhao Sankin contentedly put the check back in his pocket, looked at Meng Yifan's back and said with a meaningful smile.

"What else do you want?" Meng Yifan was really angry. He spent his money in vain. Zhao Sanjin was still making endless progress. How can Meng Yifan stand it?

Pointing to the jadeite wool on the ground, Zhao Sanjin smiled and said, "I think President Meng misunderstood, but President Meng didn't want the jadeite that cost 60 million?"

"Don't worry." Meng Yifan snorted coldly and continued to walk out.

"I don't care about the wool, but there's one thing I have to take care of." Zhao Sanjin will take care of Meng Yifan. Do you want to take the wool away? It's a joke. What he wants to say is just to lead to the following words.

Suddenly, Meng Yifan was stunned, and a bad feeling immediately came to his mind.

"If such a person wants to be here, Meng will take back my wool if he doesn't agree with me. I really doubt that Meng is always taking advantage of his position to cheat buyers?"

Zhao Sanjin's words and are always salty, which really makes people can't see the meaning. Even the experienced Xia Hao had to shake his head with a bitter smile.

However, both Xia Tianhao and Meng Yifan frowned slightly because of Zhao Sanjin's words.

A piece of jadeite wool worth 15 million was fooled by Zhao Sanjin, and he got a high price of 60 million. Even so, Zhao Sanjin didn't know to accept it when it was good. He even wanted to make a fuss about gambling city.

Not only Meng Yifan, but also Xia xiahao felt that Zhao Sanjin had made some progress.

"What else do you want?" Meng Yifan's face was even worse than eating shit. His anger turned red, and his voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth: "I advise Mr. Zhao to be careful, stay on the front line and want to see him in the future."

"I think it would be good if Mr. Meng arbitrarily compensated thousands and eight million as spiritual loss expenses. After all, I'm timid and can't stand intimidation. If something goes wrong at that time, it's bad, isn't it?"

Anyway, it's not his own money. Zhao Sanjin doesn't feel distressed. Keng Meng Yifan can make himself happy and get an extra unexpected fortune. How can Zhao Sanjin's character let go?

"Crazy people talk about dreams!" Zhao Sanjin's words were not surprising. Meng Yifan was stunned. He didn't hold back his anger. He rushed up directly, grabbed Zhao Sanjin's collar and roared with gnashing teeth.

Are you kidding? A piece of jadeite wool costs a high price of 60 million. If Zhao Sanjin makes compensation out of nothing, wouldn't it cost nearly 100 million to gamble on the stone city?

Although the jewelry manufacturers of the Meng family have a good annual income in this mu of land in Jianghai City, they wave their hands to 100 million, and their annual income is gone in vain. Meng Yifan is absolutely unwilling.

It's reasonable to have such a big anger.

"Meng Zong, I'm timid." Zhao Sanjin twisted his collar, moved his palm gently, and pulled Meng Yifan's hand away, showing a look of fear.

"Compensate." to the surprise of Zhao Sanjin and Meng Yifan, Xia xiahao would come in at this time.

"President Xia?" Meng Yifan's face was tangled and quite shocked.

This made Zhao Sanjin smile slightly and slowly think that Xia Hao could say such words at this time. I'm afraid it was mostly for the sake of the reputation of gambling stone city.

Unfortunately, Meng Yifan was the one who was unlucky in the end.

"Ten million." helpless, Meng Yifan can only take out the check again, fling his signature pen twice, and circle a little with indignation on his face.

When he handed it over to Zhao Sanjin, Meng Yifan turned around and left. He was just talking nonsense with Zhao Sanjin. He didn't want to spend more money later. He really wanted to cry without tears.

After careful inspection and confirmation, Zhao Sankin put the check in his pocket. Although ten million is not much, it is enough. Be a man, you still have to be satisfied, don't you?

Zhao Sanjin's mood is still quite good at the moment. He picked up $70 million for nothing on a trip to gambling stone city. Overnight, he really became a multimillionaire. In the past, Zhao Sanjin didn't dare to think of it.

"Mr. Meng, go slowly. Welcome to come again next time." Zhao Sanjin waved at Meng Yifan's back, but he didn't say the word 'send money'.