Ye Luo took the signed gambling contract and left the hospital under Su Ying's triumphant gaze.

In Su Ying's opinion, this time, she will definitely win, it is impossible to open a house, this time there is a documentary evidence!

……

The Qingnian Road Police Station is very close to the First People's Hospital, just two streets away.

At this time, it was already more than ten o'clock at noon, and Ye Luo was walking with a headache thinking about how to educate Chu Xiaohuan, who had entered the rebellious period of youth, in the future, which was a very difficult task.

In addition, Chu Xiaohuan had already entered adolescence and could no longer live in a room with him, Ye Luo wondered if he should change to a two-bedroom house and rent it.

Chu Xiaohuan's little Lori developed too early, she lived in a room in the summer, and looked at the little Lori who only wore pink underwear in the room every day, and there was a faint sense of guilt, and it was not very convenient to take a bath, go to the toilet, and change clothes.

Alas, when little Lori enters puberty, there are more places to spend money.

It's just that there is a shortage of money.

"It's time to make some money, it's been three years, and the outside world should have forgotten about me." Ye Luo muttered to himself.

In the two streets from the hospital to the police station, there is a street called Babao Street, which is also famous in Nanjiang City, because this street sells antiques, fortune tellers, and precious medicinal materials.

However, everyone knows that on this street, there are far more scammers than merchants, and fakes are always trendy, antiques, fortune tellers, selling miracle medicines, and occasionally one of them is true and will spread for a long time.

Ye Luo walked down the street full of concern.

Suddenly.

He stopped.

Ye Luo keenly felt that the bead hanging around his neck that had been silent for three years suddenly vibrate, and it seemed to strongly imply something to Ye Luo.

Ye Luo was stunned.

Chu Tian, the leader of the killer generation back then, snatched the beads with his life, and finally handed them over to Ye Luo along with his daughter, Ye Luo studied the bead for three years, roasting, electric shock, hammering, and dripping a drop of blood on the bead every day for three years, but it never made the bead have any reaction.

Ye Luo once thought that this might be a fake bead, and Chu Tian's life was really not worth it.

It's just that now this bead has shaken the evil gate.

Hallucination?

Ye Luo reached out and touched the bead hanging on his chest in confusion, and found that the bead was indeed still vibrating.

And, the bead seemed to send him a message to stop, as if there was something precious in the vicinity.

Ye Luo's face was strange for a while.

Could this bead be a sperm and still be able to transmit information directly to his mind?

Ye Luo glanced left and right, and finally his eyes fell on a small stall selling medicinal herbs, and there were ginseng, deer antlers, cordyceps, Tianshan Snow Lotus, Tai Sui, and all kinds of strange things on the stall.

Of course, as long as you have a little common sense, you can recognize that the things on this stall are basically fakes.

This kind of stall belongs to the kind of fake stall that has not been open for three years and has been open for three years, and most of the stalls and shops on this street are this kind of stalls and shops.

In front of the stall at this time, it is quite lively, but it is only lively, most of them are idlers who come to see the excitement, and it is rare that rich fools come here to be slaughtered.

However, the bead hanging around Ye Luo's neck seemed to convey the message that he wanted to get close to this stall.

Ye Luo was puzzled, turned around and leaned over.

"What to buy, young man? Ginseng or not, strengthen the kidneys and replenish the deficiency, strengthen the body and bones, eat one, and the golden gun will not fall ten times a night! The old man who set up the stall saw a new face approaching him, and immediately began to sell his things.

"Poof-Wu Banxian, I remember last time a young man bought a ginseng from you, and after eating it, he pulled his stomach for half a month." On the edge of the stall, a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties with a big gold chain seemed to have a bit of a holiday with the old man who set up the stall.

"Boss Zhang, you can't say that, I'm all genuine!" The old man who set up the stall said solemnly.

The people around the stall who watched the excitement, when they saw Wu Banxian so serious, they couldn't help laughing, and those who often came knew that few of them on this street were genuine.

Ye Luo also smiled, but he didn't care.

His gaze fell on a dried clover, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ye Luo's supernatural medical skills are based on traditional Chinese medicine, and he has an extremely keen intuition about medicinal materials, and he can distinguish ordinary fake medicinal materials with his eyes closed.

And that clover is a little beyond Ye Luo's cognition.

In Ye Luo's memory, it seems that there is no information about this clover in the various pharmacopoeia records of China.

However, Ye Luo could clearly feel that there was a strange fluctuation on the clover spirit grass, and the bead hanging around his neck was attracted by this strange fluctuation.

"How? Little brother, have you taken a fancy to this rare medicinal herb? Wu Banxian had been laying the carpet for decades, and he could see what Ye Luo wanted almost at a glance.

"Oh, not really." Ye Luo shook his head.

"Isn't it?" Wu Banxian was puzzled.

"How much is this ginseng?" Ye Luo casually pointed to a thumb-thick ginseng next to the clover.

"This is a first-class hundred-year-old ginseng, young man, I see that you are full of heaven, and your instruments are magnificent, such a good ginseng is very compatible with your temperament, in this way, I will give you a 50% discount, how about 300,000?" Wu Banxian's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"Hahaha, Wu Banxian, do you want money crazy? That's it, 300,000? The middle-aged man with the big gold chain laughed unabashedly.

"Boss Zhang, this is true!" Wu Banxian said solemnly again.

"Come on, two months ago, I bought it back for 8,000 yuan, and you said it was true!" A hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man with a big gold chain.

As soon as the onlookers in front of the stall heard it, they immediately understood that the middle-aged man with the big gold chain had been deceived.

"Of course it's true, there are no fakes on my stall." Wu Banxian is still calm, as a liar, if you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself, Wu Banxian's decades of deception have obviously reached this realm.

"Oh, then I want it." Ye Luo didn't wait for them to argue any more, so he said lightly.

"What? You want it? The middle-aged man with the big gold chain stared at him, and his body froze.

Even the onlookers were very surprised, they couldn't help but look at Ye Luo, he didn't look outstanding, he was all selling goods, he didn't look like a stupid rich second generation?

Could it be that the current rich second generation loves to pretend to be poor?

Wu Banxian's body paused slightly, his face was full of ecstasy, and he said lightly: "Little brother, you are a person who knows goods. ”

"Well, thank you for the compliment, but the price seems to be a bit expensive, so let's do it, 300,000 is too much, so let's do three." Ye Luo casually took out three coins from his pocket and handed them over.