Chapter One Hundred and Eight: The Farmer's Three Punches

Slightly heard. Chu He licked his lips: "But can you not shoot my coffee table, my coffee table is not cheap." ”

"You, you, you!"

Qin Chuan's two people's seven points of smoke are smoking.

"The last time I saw this tea was in my dad's study, and I brewed a few more, only to be hung on a tree by my dad to smoke. ”

Cai Kun smelled the fragrance of tea, and looked unsatisfied.

"The last time I was at a foreign auction, there was only a small handful of tea, and it was auctioned for millions of dollars!"

Qin Chuan also leaned in and sniffed the fragrance of tea.

"Brother He, can you give me two hundred taels of tea, you won't drink it anyway, right?" Cai Kun was the first to react, and walked directly to Chu He and grabbed Chu He's arm.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan grabbed his other arm: "Brother He, too, give me two hundred taels." ”

Cai Kun and Qin Chuan blinked their big eyes that they thought were watery.

Chu He looked at the two of them and was about to vomit: "You two can take it if you want, I don't know how to drink tea, just keep it for entertaining guests." ”

"Okay!" the two let go of Chu He's arm and pulled around the unused bags of tea.

But the two of them are joking, two hundred taels, not to mention whether Chu He has it or not, even if there is, they will not take so much.

Both of them are careful to pick and pull points, and they can be half the size of a fist.

Vince gave him at least the size of a football, and he didn't know how much he had taken from his dad's collection.

"Leave me some, don't come and the guests don't have tea. Chu He smiled and scolded at the two.

"Don't worry, I have time to send you something before the rain, before the Ming Longjing, Shifeng Longjing, Meiwu Longjing, Tiger Run Longjing, Qiantang Longjing, Yunqi Longjing, not much true. Cai Kun said a lot, and in the end he was almost out of breath.

Chu He smiled and did not speak.

Close?

Of course poor.

The price, the taste, are much worse.

But what does it matter.

Qin Chuan and Cai Kun helped Chu He a lot, and a little tea really didn't matter to Chu He.

After Qin Chuan finished loading the tea leaves, he tied a knot and kicked it into his pocket, and was about to raise his head to say something to Chu He, but he was suddenly stunned.

"Wait, something doesn't seem right. Qin Chuan blinked his eyes, looked around, and looked left and right.

"What's wrong?" Cai Kun looked at half a fist-sized tea leaf and smiled like a fat man of more than two hundred pounds.

"Yuan Qinghua, ahhhh......hh

"Huh?!" Cai Kun suddenly came to his senses, and began to look left and right.

"I'm Gan Linniang, 90-year-old RomanΓ©e Conti?" Cai Kun opened the wine cabinet and looked at the dozen red wines inside.

Chu He: "There are too many for me to put down, and there are two bottles under the bed." ”

"I'm a Cuban cigar?" Qin Chuan said, touching more than a dozen boxes stacked together.

Chu He: "It's okay except for being a little choking." ”

"I'll take you monkey, Iberian ham?" said Cai Kun, touching a ham in the kitchen.

Chu He: "Is it delicious to have a king of kings?"

"Didn't I say that your net worth is calculated according to 100 million, didn't these things come to you at the beginning?" Chu He wondered.

"It's not the same. Qin Chuan said.

"Who thinks they have a lot of good things?" Cai Kun said.

"What's more, everything you have here is priceless. Qin Chuan said.

"Chu He, is your hanger pure gold?"

Chu He followed the sound and saw that Cai Kun was holding his drying rack: "No, it should be Huang ...... Copper ......"

It was still too late, Cai Kun wiped the drying rack with the sleeve of his pajamas and bit it down.

"Whoa. ”

Chu He seemed to hear the sound of broken teeth, and when he looked over, Cai Kun was already sitting on the ground, covering his cheeks with one hand and wanting to cry without tears.

"If it's rare, you can take two?" Chu He spread his hands, speechless.

"No, no, no, a gentleman doesn't take the favor of others. Qin Chuan shook his head like a rattle.

Cai Kun nodded, as if agreeing with what Qin Chuan said, but he covered his cheeks and couldn't speak.

"Okay. Chu He helplessly watched the two of them still touching around, and was stunned by this.

"Could it be that this is ...... Legendary ...... The 82-year-old farmer punches three times!!" Qin Chuan looked at the bottle of water on the table with a shocking look.

"This ...... I think I drank the rest before I went abroad, and it went bad when I thought about it. Chu He snatched the farmer's three punches and poured it into the potted plant on the side.

"Suguan Heding, I'll rely on it!!" Qin Chuan hugged the potted plant.

"Ghost Lan!!" Cai Kun hugged another pot.

Chu River: ..................

(End of chapter)

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