"Hey, Ah Biao, what do you mean? Look down on me, don't you? Only allow you to raise the price? You, the governor only allows the governor to set fires and not allow the people to light the lamp?" Big-bellied Huang also said very unconvinced.

Chen Biao was really speechless, and when he encountered a neuropathy like big-bellied yellow, he was also out of line.

He really doesn't want to argue anymore, 60 pounds, what an international joke!

Do you really think that the acquisition price increase is to make money? Fight for face, lose money, you stupid fork!

However, I am not happy in my heart, but the quality of Zhang Daman's silkworm cocoons is indeed good, and he is a fool if he does not fight!

The happiest should be Zhang Daman!

But his face was gloomy, and he didn't look happy, but seemed to be mourning, looking very sad.

It's just that he has already let go of himself in his heart!

I really can't wait to rush up and give the pot-bellied yellow a big hug, an affectionate Momoda.

60 a pound!

It's already up to 60 pounds!

What's more, you two turtle grandchildren, continue to quarrel, it's best to fight, and then continue to increase the price.

This car of silkworm cocoons, to say the least, is 3,000 catties, 60 catties, that is 180,000.

It's really a fight, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle.

Chen Biao gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, "Lao Huang, you forced me, I'll give 61 a catty!"

"62 pounds!"

"63 pounds!"

“64！”

“65！”

“……”

Zhang Daman is about to go crazy, if the quarrel continues, is this the master's last competition for internal strength?

Did you go out and step on shit today?

No!

It's the God of Wealth!

He really feels that Big-bellied Huang and Chen Biao are his God of Wealth, Nima's, continue to bid, don't soar directly to the top price, right?

The big-bellied yellow panted like a cow, and the quarrel was physical work, and it was really exhausting.

"Ah Biao, let me tell you, you are on my bar today, right? It's still 74 yuan a catty, you are awesome, you are ruthless enough!"

Zhang Daman laughed, secretly laughed, not on his face, but secretly happy.

Chen Biao has already shouted the price to 74 yuan a catty, and his pot-bellied yellow tone seems to be deflated.

Chen Biao also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and finally settled this old man, specially, dare to fight with Lao Tzu, I'm afraid you won't succeed!

Just when Zhang Daman also thought that the price would reach 74 yuan a catty, who knows, the big-bellied yellow rolled up his sleeves, and the saliva almost roared out, "Lao Tzu is 85 a catty!"

Not only was Chen Biao dumbfounded, but even Zhang Daman was confused!

No way!

85 a pound?

This pot-bellied yellow must be crazy!

That's not how you gamble, right?

When Ji Fugui heard 85 pounds, the whole person almost fell to the ground, Nima, what's wrong? How can these people be so crazy?

Bidding for silkworm cocoons? And it's such fierce competition?

When encountering such a good thing, if Zhang Daman doesn't get rich, it will be an evil door!

85 pounds means that it is almost three times more than Zhang Daman's acquisition of 28.5 pounds!

Thrice!

What is this concept?

It means that Zhang Daman has made a lot of money!

More than 3,000 catties, the cost is more than 80,000 yuan, 85 catties are sold, the income is more than 250,000, and the net profit is more than 160,000!

Where to find such a deal?

A batch of silkworm cocoons earns more than 160,000 yuan, and 5-6 batches a year are made with a profit of 80-900,000 yuan, plus his own silkworm raising, each batch also has a thousand catties, and an income of 100-2 million a year.

In a poor and remote place like Shiyi Village, it is completely high-income!

"Lao Huang, are you crazy?85 a catty,, are you going to die?" Chen Biao didn't dare to continue bidding, this pot-bellied Huang is probably old and confused!

Damn!

85 pounds,, still play a ball!

Big-bellied Huang has a winning posture, crossed his waist, and raised his toes, "Yes, I'm just crazy, not crazy, not a Buddha!"

Chen Biao gave up struggling, and spread his hands, "Okay, you're awesome, the goods will be yours in the future, and you can earn it!"

He looked at Zhang Daman, who was still as calm as water, as quiet as a mirror, without any waves.

There was a hint of gloom in Chen Biao's eyes, this grandson, if he didn't cooperate with him in the future, he would definitely make a move.

The key is that the upstream merchants he supplies are Ji Guokang and the like.

Zhang Daman also knows it in his heart, but isn't doing business just for profit!

If you can afford to sell it at a high price, why not sell it.

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Nightfall, Shanmiaotun, Zhang Daman's house.

"Master Liang, please be old, show my family the fortune, whether it is a crime or a disaster, this year, our family is really worried about it......"

An old man in a Mao suit, wearing reading glasses, his hair was already like snow, bald, and his face was covered with the ruts of the years, the vicissitudes of life, but his spirit was extremely vigorous, and he did not look like a slump in his twilight years because of his old appearance.

Wearing a pair of black cloth shoes, he sat on a stool in Zhang Daman's house.

He is Mr. Liang Da, the great feng shui of Shiyi Village. Dead people do dojos, feng shui, divination, are all Mr. Liang's specialties.

The people in the village called him "Mr. Liangda" or "Master Liang".

It is said that Mr. Liang Da is familiar with Maoshan spells, and according to legend, in his early years, fighting with people, he could break boulders with a flick of his fingers, and could drive snakes, insects and beasts in the mountains.

It is also said that when the dead are funeral in the countryside, usually, it is a few big men who carry the coffin out of the funeral, but Mr. Liang Da has the spell of "flying mourning".

Legend has it that when the "flying funeral", that is, the funeral, the coffin is not carried by a few big men, but a warlock like Mr. Liang Da, riding on the coffin, driven by magic, the coffin soars into the air, flies out of the funeral, and goes to the cemetery.

For the legend of Mr. Liang Da, the "flying funeral" spell is only one of them.

Once, Mr. Liang Da passed by a farmer's house and traveled a long way, and he was very thirsty, so he asked the master's family for a sip of water. Who knows, instead of giving a bowl of water, the hostess also made disrespectful remarks.

In a fit of rage, Mr. Liang used a spell to drive a python to entrench in the water tank of the hostess's house, and when the hostess opened the water tank, she was half scared to death.

If you want to talk about how this Mr. Liang Da's ability came about, it is even older to trace it, and you have to start with a legend.

The county seat where Shiyi Village is located is called Lingfeng County, a long, long time ago, there was a rich family in Lingfeng County, surnamed Cen, this Cen old man relied on the inexhaustible wealth of the family, recuperated, recruited troops, and thought that one day, he would rise up and be the overlord of one side.

He recruited talents among the people, and finally one day, a feng shui master who traveled the world followed a long-tracked dragon vein all the way to Lingfeng County.

This feng shui master found the foot of the mountain in Lingfeng County, and was immediately shocked by this wonderful feng shui, which was the dragon vein he had been searching for many years.

Looking up, this series of mountains seems to be like a hovering flying dragon, and under the top of the mountain, a natural stone cave seems to be a giant dragon's open mouth.

Vividly, this is it, the dragon vein of the treasure land of feng shui is here.

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