Jiang Ming heard someone call him, turned around, and saw Luo Feifei holding a young man affectionately, who was furious.

Luo Youwei, thirty-five years old, as his name suggests, is really young and promising.

This is the first comment on his third profile.

Luo Youwei took advantage of his father's dominance in the antique industry to make the business prosperous, with personal assets of more than one billion, and he is definitely a leader in the young generation.

Not to mention his assets, just his appearance, he is also handsome.

Sven is elegant, Yinghua is introverted, and he can attract the attention of girls, as far as Jiang Ming has seen, Zhao Yunchu can compare with him.

But these are not Jiang Ming's concerns, what he actually wants to know most is that there is a difference of more than ten years between him and Luo Feifei, and Old Man Luo's sowing span is a bit large, which will inevitably make people think cranky.

I have to say that since accepting the teaching of Teacher Feng Qinya, his thoughts have become more and more dirty.

"Brother Luo, you're here. I like this stuff, don't you think this pickle jar is very peculiar?"

Luo Youwei greeted warmly, and he also replied politely.

The Jiang family and the Luo family are good friends, and his gesture is to be sufficient. What's more, his first impression of this man was good.

Although, he and Zhao Yunchu are together.

Luo Youwei looked at the jar of pickles in his hand that looked extremely bad, and then looked at him, and felt that the two were still quite a match - they were so unreliable.

Luo Youwei smiled, "If you like it, I'll buy it and give it to you." I didn't take the time to see you when you were injured and hospitalized, so I treated it as a big brother and apologized to you. ”

Without waiting for Jiang Ming to say, he turned his head to look like the stall owner, "Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

"You see that this thing is actually not valuable, it's not appropriate to say it's high, say give it to you, that's looking down on you, you just give a purchase price, how about 2000?"

The stall owner looked at him with an extraordinary bearing, followed by several owners of Zhen Yuzhai, all of whom looked flattering. knows that this young man has a great background, and he must also be an eye-catcher.

He was used to being cheated and abducted, but his little tricks would never dare to be used in front of these people, after all, the bosses of those Zhen Wan Zhai are now obedient like little sheep, in fact, they are all masters who eat people and do not spit out bones, if he still wants to mix in this street, he has to make an honest offer.

Just because he understands this, he will give a friendship price so happily.

He paid 20 for this thing, and selling it at this price is a hundred times the profit.

He is not satisfied, but if Jiang Ming buys it himself, he doesn't want thirty or twenty thousand, I'm really sorry for his reputation of "three knives".

You have to cut three times when you cross the road, the knife is bloody, and the pit people don't pay for their lives, and he is also a little celebrity on this street.

"The price is fair. Luo Youwei said with a smile.

Thousands of dollars, he didn't bother to bother with this person, he just didn't want Jiang Ming to be the wrongdoer, so he rushed to get ahead.

Whether it's this thing or the price, he doesn't care about it.

He agreed, and he breathed a sigh of relief after "three knives", he was not afraid of selling this thing now, he was afraid that he would not be able to sell it.

Luo Youwei didn't pay the 2,000 yuan, because Boss Zhou Houde Zhou of Jubaozhai rushed to pay the money.

Luo Youwei was invited by him to help him see a bronze wine bottle, he was afraid that he would be blinded and accept the fake, so he was naturally very scornful of Luo Youwei, just 2,000 yuan, and there was no reason not to rush to pay.

After all, Jiang Ming is less sophisticated, and he doesn't know that Luo Youwei has saved him a lot of money for this opening. But he still said politely, "Thank you, Brother Luo." ”

After getting the jar he wanted, Jiang Ming followed Luo Youwei and his party towards Jubaozhai.

On the way, he looked at the jar over and over again, obviously feeling very strong in his heart, but he couldn't find the reason.

It's just that his stupid appearance made Luo Feifei and Murong Jianxin snicker, selling things that look so bad, they are too heavy to give them in vain, I don't know why he keeps looking at it as if he is a treasure, as if he can see the flowers.

The group walked on the road, and Jiang Ming, who was carrying a large pickle jar, was particularly eye-catching.

Looking at the smiling eyes of others, Luo Feifei glared at Jiang Ming fiercely, but ignored Jiang Ming, who was immersed in the jar.

She was so angry that she wanted to draw a line with this guy, and then write the words "I don't know him" on her head.

But thinking that even if she really did that, it was estimated that she wouldn't be able to change it, so she didn't think about it anymore, turned her head away, and never looked at the stupid Jiang Dashao again.

Just when they passed by a shop called Youdao Pavilion, a figure rushed out of the store, everyone was caught off guard and dodged, seeing that the person was about to hit Jiang Ming, Jiang Ming carried the jar and turned sideways, the man brushed his body and rushed over, ran out of a few steps, one stumbled, and fell to the ground.

"Yaga. The man got up from the ground, pointed at Jiang Ming and scolded.

Luo Youwei and the others' faces changed greatly, this little Japan is too bastard, and he has to scold people when he falls, but he thinks that this is still the old China.

Forgive Jiang Dashao for coming from 2,000 years ago, and he couldn't understand this classic national scolding at all.

His face was calm and breezy, as if the person being scolded was not him.

"......&#¥" The man pointed at Jiang Ming and muttered a lot.

But Jiang Ming couldn't understand a sentence except that his face was not very good and he was a little too excited, so he couldn't help but ask Luo Feifei, "What is he talking about?"

Luo Feifei said a little embarrassed, "This, my Japanese is not very good." ”

Murong Jianxin scolded on the side, please, when did you learn Japanese.

Luo Youwei understands it, but he is lazy to translate, but looks at the Japanese like an idiot, if he talks nonsense, then he Luo Youwei doesn't mind letting him sober up.

Ding Haoran scolded his mother in his heart, he asked Xinye Xiunan to find someone to teach Jiang Ming a lesson, and he didn't know where he found such a fool, the excuse for finding fault was rotten at home, and his IQ was still so low, I really don't know how they defeated most of China in the first place.

However, he couldn't stand idly by, so he said to Jiang Ming, "He seems to be saying that you let him fall and get injured, and he should be compensated." ”

As for the original words, his head has not yet been funny, so naturally he will not be able to translate it.

What is the situation? The overseas version of "Touching Porcelain"? When did this stunt be exported to domestic sales?

Many people who saw this scene couldn't help but talk about it.

"This man is sick. ”

Jiang Ming's evaluation was much simpler and clearer, that is, Ding Haoran listened to it and felt that it was very pertinent.

Who will take care of a madman, Jiang Ming raised his feet and left.

At this moment, the Japanese man gave a punch, and it turned out to be a direct blow.

Jiang Ming dodged and avoided it, and suddenly felt that things were not so simple, this person's skills were good, at least a hundred times stronger than that Guan Yongzhi, and the number of roads was very similar to that guy who wore clogs and was very smelly. Also, they speak in a similar tone.

can practice kung fu like this, how can he be a fool with a hole in his brain. Could it be that the fool who beat him last time couldn't swallow that breath and found someone to vent his anger?

But this is not right, as soon as this guy made a move, Jiang Ming knew that he was even worse than beating that guy, looking for him to be angry, at least find someone stronger than the guy last time, are the people of their race stupid?

couldn't figure out these questions, so Jiang Ming didn't think much about it.

Since people have taken the initiative, he will not be polite.

After dodging the Japanese quick and easy triple blow, Jiang Ming caught his flying ankle, twisted hard, and pressed down hard.

There was a "snort" sound, but the crotch of the Japanese was broken, and it was pulled into the shape of a horse, lying on the road, unable to move for a long time.

Jiang Ming didn't know his purpose, so he had reservations. This guy will be fine for a few days at most, but he won't want to move for a while.

Luo Youwei looked at Jiang Ming in surprise, "Xiao Ming, when did you secretly practice kung fu so well?"

Jiang Ming smiled embarrassedly, "Brother Luo smiled when he saw it, I just practiced casually, and that guy couldn't help but fight." ”

Murong Jianxin has been replaying Jiang Ming's few shots in her mind, and she found that Jiang Ming's most powerful thing is that he seems to be able to know the opponent's attack route and move method in advance, so he can always be one step ahead, and it is really difficult to win when he encounters such an opponent who can anticipate the enemy's opportunity first.

I've never heard of him knowing kung fu in the information I got before, is he holding back, or is it all of a sudden?

If it suddenly will, does it mean that her conjecture is true?

The Japanese put on a horse, and there they grumbled angrily, but unfortunately he couldn't understand the language, and he didn't bother to bother with him.

He looked at the person who injured him with resentment in his eyes, and he was very sad and indignant in his heart, didn't he say that he was teaching a young master?

Although he is not a figure in the Jiangliu Dojo, he is also a disciple of the lineage, how can he not even be able to clean up a gentleman?

At this time, a bearded old man from the Dao Pavilion glanced out and said, "Go and drag Nishimura-kun back, don't let him lose the face of our imperial samurai again." ”

Suddenly, two people flashed out and carried back Masao Nishimura, who was scolding endlessly.

The bearded old man glared at him, and he didn't say anything, but he heard the bearded old man scold, "Waste." ”

"That young man is a master, not at all like Ding Sang said, what kind of gentleman, young master of waste firewood. "Masao Nishimura finally revealed his normal IQ.

"I have eyes, and I can see naturally. The bearded old man was a little angry, "If this young man is in the way, Ding Sang will probably not be able to get the Panlong Jade Bi from the Luo family, so we can only make more preparations." ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at the people around him, "Yelang, you go and contact the guild leader and teach him to send some good hands over." After a few days, we will buy the holy sword, and if Ding Sang can't get the Panlong Jade Bi as scheduled, we will go directly to Luo's house to grab it. ”

"Hi. Kamimura replied loudly and turned to leave.

At this time, the bearded old man muttered, "If only Ming Nan wasn't injured, there would be more manpower available." Alas, I don't know if it's old, I always feel that this omen is not good, and we are afraid that we will have to make a big mistake this time. But ......"

He didn't say any more, and his eyes grew firm as he remembered those two things.