The stall was exposed to 60 million

"But so, but you still have to be careful, girls nowadays are not as simple as you think?"

Hearing rustling footsteps from outside on the two-person tree, Boss Wan quickly hissed.

At this moment, I saw this girl named Zaozao coming over with a small step.

"The teacher brought it for you, be careful!"

When the stove came over, it suddenly became the focus of all men.

Although these are all old men, the eyes of the girls flashed green.

"Well, well, you'd better go out, otherwise they will not look at the baby at all, they will all look at you."

When the stove blushed, he replied shamely and went out.

When the girl left, the old men turned their heads and looked at them again, until his figure disappeared, then turned his head around.

"Look, look, how old are you all, and still staring at other girls like this?"

The old man in Tang suit laughed at this moment.

"Zong Wan loves beauty, everyone has it. It is said that seeing beautiful women can live long, so, we old men want to live two more years, hahaha!"

The others also followed and smiled shamelessly.

"Okay, okay, let's look at Yuan Qinghua, how about this "Ghost Valley Downhill Picture"?"

Several people craned their necks and looked at them without knowing how to understand. After all, this is Boss Wan's treasure of the town hall, of course it is top grade.

So I made various exclamations while watching.

No matter the composition, the lines, or the color of this Yuan blue and white, all reveal his extraordinary.

Boss Wan went on to say at this time: "But the biggest leak I have ever picked up in my life is also my most successful thing. It's worth talking about for a lifetime. Guess what the value of this "Ghost Valley Downhill Picture" is now?

"At least hundreds of thousands, right?"

"That's right, at least 500,000 yuan." The old man in the Tang suit said while biting his old molars.

"Five hundred thousand? You guys are too small for your vision. Just me, Yuan Qinghua, is worth more than one billion now."

"Huh?" Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Don’t believe it? It’s right if you don’t believe it. The current market price is one price per day. Now it’s one hundred million. Maybe it will double in a few days. That’s why I named it my "Treasure of the Town Hall". How? Are you dumbfounded?"

Although everyone doesn't believe it, the identity and status of the family is here. It doesn't work if you don't believe it?

"This corresponds to the sentence: Poverty limits your belief, then guess how much money I spent when I first collected it? You can't guess what I killed!"

When they heard that the original plan was worth more than one billion yuan, they all cast incredible eyes.

The bottle is not very tall, it looks about fifty or sixty centimeters high.

But this blue and white is really beautiful.

"It depends on when, how many years ago?"

"Ten years ago?"

"Ten years ago, then... ten or twenty thousand, one hundred thousand?"

"You can't speak your mind. Since Boss Wan said so, would it still be that high? I guess, 100 yuan!"

"Keep it down, even if you just find a small stall, he will have to pay one or two hundred if he opens his mouth. How could you get the 200? I guess 10 yuan!"

"Hahaha!"

Listening to what you said and what I said, this Wan boss laughed happily.

"Brother, Master Zhang, don't stop talking and guess, let's have a chat. What are you doing if you are idle anyway?"

Zhang Jingchun is not doing nothing at this time, but is opening the APP software and looking for the experience of Boss Wan.

At this time, his life experience is clear at a glance.

"I just made these things clear for him, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get along anymore, so I should give Boss Wan some face, right?"

When the boss heard this, Zhang Jingchun thought that Zhang Jingchun was not very old, and he was quite bragging.

He couldn't get along if he said it. If he didn't let him say it at this time, these people would definitely think they were bragging.

So we must let him speak at this time.

And he also knows many masters in this area. After being familiar with them, he knows the details. The so-called masters are nothing but tricks and tricks, just like constellations, but they are very general and form probabilistic events.

How could it be possible to lie to him this old fox?

"Brother, I have a good level of what I said, but we all want to see if you, a Feng Shui master, have real skills, speak out, and let me see if you can guess right. Of course, in front of so many people, Even if it’s not right, I will take care of your face. Anyway, everyone understands that what you do is basically a routine..."

To be honest, Zhang Jingchun just wanted to help him out, so as not to lose him.

It was treated as a good deed, but he didn't expect that this old fox would be harming him out and under.

It was almost that he was a big liar.He suddenly changed his mind.

In that case, don't blame me for being impolite.

"Boss Wan, it's not that I don't want to say it, but I'm afraid to say it. You lose face and you have to make people look down on you. Since you have to force me to say it, then I will say it?"

"Say, just let you say it, I want to see how you made it up?"

Zhang Jingchun smiled and said: "Edit? ... Boss Wan, I don't make it up, you know best. This "Ghost Valley Down the Mountain Picture" you said to others was collected for one dollar; but the truth is in the house of a demolished household. I didn’t spend any money. To put it plainly, it should have been stolen. Am I right?"

When he heard Zhang Jingchun's words, Boss Wan was dumbfounded.

When he learned that Qinjiazhuang was going to be demolished, he drove the van to the village every day to collect old things. In the end, there was an old man from a nail house. No matter how much money he gave, he had to guard the old house. When he listened When he said that the old man was an old landlord and he was a blind man, he suddenly got his idea.

Went around his house and found that Yuan Qinghua as soon as he entered the house.

Talking about the family, when I heard that the old man was about to shake, he urged the old man to say that this was his family's ancestral home, how could it not be lost in his generation.

If they dare to demolish, they just lie down at the door, and they have nothing to do.

The old man was very happy, with his support, as if he saw hope.

Just when he left, the boss Wan secretly carried this Yuan Qinghua away...

In the end, the old man really kept guarding the old house of his house, and was finally demolished by the squad and violently demolished. The old man lay at the door and suffered a heart attack while twisting with several Dafa practitioners during the demolition. Boss Wan was terrified.

But his bad idea made him stay on the ground...

It was precisely because of this that he had insomnia for five or six years, and finally he slowly walked out of the shadows.

"Why the boss is not talking anymore, that blind old man, do you feel worthy of others? If you didn't encourage him to guard the old house, the old man wouldn't die at the scene of the forced demolition. You probably haven't slept well in those few years. ?"

"You, are you talking nonsense? Don't rely on your identity as a feng shui master. Just talk nonsense here. I was very happy. What are you saying?"

"Why, when I tell the truth, I get anxious? Boss Wan must be a man of conscience. If you do too much bad things, you will get retribution."

"You...Zhang Jingchun, don't think that I don't know what your purpose is. Isn't it just that I told you the price is less? Say that your finger is a fake, am I in a hurry or are you in a hurry?"

Zhang Jingchun smiled.

"Boss Wan, if I am a fake, you know better than me, I just want to tell you, you, do it for yourself!"

Speaking, he waved away.

"Cut, what stuff? It's also a master of Fengshui. I think it's almost like a master of huyou. Brothers, I will see this person in the future, stay far away, I will give you a good talk about the "Ghost Valley Down the Mountain" "!"

As soon as Zhang Jingcheng went out, he really saw a scene in the shock department.

Seeing that the stove was talking to a strange man who was tightly covered at the door?

The stove was talking and looked around vigilantly, as if talking about something dark...