Lu Nan glanced at An Zhenshan and asked, "What it said is true?" ”

An Zhenshan said with an embarrassed face: "To tell the truth, this yellow skin hole is so small, it will be gone when you shovel it down, and no one will care if a few little yellow skins are crushed to death during construction." Something strange did happen during construction, but it wasn't serious, and we didn't care. ”

The yellow-skinned man suddenly shouted hoarsely: "I can't bear to hurt people's lives, otherwise you think your resort can be built?" ”

Lu Nan sighed and said, "I'll help you find a better place to settle down, how about you let Boss An and his family go?" ”

Lu Nan naturally wanted to arrange this yellow skin in the villa, after all, he refused to hurt people's lives even when he had a blood feud, which can be regarded as a rare kindness.

Huang Pizi shook his little head quickly, stared at An Zhenshan and shouted, "Could it be that my children died in vain?" ”

"If you kill him now, your child won't survive. If you continue to do this, won't you be afraid that it will affect your cultivation? ”

Lu Nan's tone became colder and colder, and there was obviously some threat in it.

Huang Pizi lowered his head, and after thinking for a long time, he finally nodded and agreed.

An Zhenshan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his hanging heart.

Lu Nan flicked the yellow skin's head lightly and said with a smile: "Okay, let the one outside also come in." ”

As soon as Lu Nan's voice fell, a small figure appeared under a pile of debris next to the gate, which should be the wife of this yellow-skinned man.

After the paper spirit released the yellow skin, the couple climbed up to their shoulders along Lu Nan's arm, left and right.

"Boss An, it's over, our brothers have to go back, you see......"

"Wait, wait!"

An Zhenshan hurriedly ran to the house, took out 20,000 yuan, and handed it to Lu Nan with a thousand thanks.

Lu Nan checked the ticket in his hand, shook his head and said, "No, no." ”

An Zhenshan asked in a panic: "Sir, what's wrong?" ”

Lu Nan asked Du Pingfan to cut out a pair of panglasses and bring them to An Zhenshan.

After putting on his glasses, An Zhenshan saw the ghosts all over the yard, and his legs immediately weakened with fright.

"This ...... This ......"

Lu Nan stretched out his hand and counted them, and said with a smile: "There are eleven here, plus the old field just now is twelve." These two yellow skins are considered to be given by me for free, a total of 240,000. ”

"Two hundred and forty thousand?"

An Zhenshan was dumbfounded, he didn't understand why the promised 20,000 became 240,000.

Lu Nan said loudly: "There are 20,000 ghosts, and 12 is not 240,000." The price is good, you agreed, and everyone present can testify. ”

Many of those people were scolded by the old lady of An Zhenshan's family, and immediately echoed: "That's right, what I said before is indeed 20,000 ghosts, not a total of 20,000." ”

Lu Nan said with a smile: "Boss An, you are such a big boss, you shouldn't take this little money to heart." Our brothers are not immortals with fairy wind and bones, and they also have to eat and drink. ”

"That's right, it takes a lot of effort to surpass these ghosts. If Boss An is reluctant, we have to let them go. Du Pingfan interjected at the right time.

"Don't, don't!" An Zhenshan was so frightened that his hands began to tremble, and he hurriedly said: "Twenty-four thousand is twenty-four thousand, I will transfer it to you." ”

After asking Du Pingfan's bank card number, An Zhenshan quickly took out his mobile phone and operated it for a while, and finally pressed the confirmation button with trembling fingers.

As Lu Nan said, An Zhenshan, as one of the top tycoons in Heping Village, is indeed not inferior to the 240,000, but those who know him know how picky he is.

To what extent? The kind that can tear a cake in half and eat it.

Seeing An Zhenshan's painful face, the villagers felt a burst of relief in their hearts for no reason, and they all applauded Lu Nan.

On the way back, Du Pingfan held his mobile phone and looked at the balance in the bank card, his mouth almost grinning behind his ears.

"Brother, you're really amazing, it's the first time I've done such a big business. 200,000 yuan is enough to build a two-story building in my hometown. ”

Lu Nan didn't care, Lao Tzu earned 100 million yuan by selling two urns, this little money is really out of sight.

"Brother, you have made a big contribution today, how about the two of us and you, how about me and you?"

Lu Nan smiled: "Since I said that it's all yours, it's really yours, I don't want it." ”

"Brother is bright, mix with brother, there is meat to eat, and there is soup to drink!" Du Pingfan said happily.

When the two returned to Chaoyang Road, the sky was already a little dark.

Chaoyang Road is also somewhat famous in Shangcheng, because the largest antique trading market in Shangcheng is located here.

Lu Nan and Du Pingfan got out of the car and were about to enter the alley when they happened to see an antique shop called Gu Xiangju on the side of the street.

Lu Nan thought that he should add something to the house and improve his style, so he called Du Pingfan and walked in together.

As soon as I entered the store, I saw a thin teenager holding a jar and bargaining with the shopkeeper.

"Boss, this bottle has been in our house since my grandfather's generation, even if it is not an antique, it is some vintage, do you think the price can be higher?"

Fu Songbo, the owner of Guxiangju, stretched out three fingers and said: "What I told you is the final price, the clay pot is not worth much, you are a modern imitation of a fake, if it weren't for the craftsmanship, I wouldn't want to give it to me for nothing, three hundred can't be more." ”

"But boss, I'm waiting for this money to save my grandfather's life, so you can add more." The boy begged bitterly.

Fu Songbo directly pushed the young man outside, and said impatiently: "Let's go, don't sell and pull down, don't delay my business." ”

"Boss, a thousand is okay?" The boy said as he pushed back.

Fu Songbo stopped his hand, shook his head and said, "Four hundred at most." ”

"Eight hundred?" The boy asked tentatively.

Fu Songbo glared at the young man and said, "Boy, I saw that you were pitiful and added a hundred to you, you don't have to make an inch." ”

The young man's anxious tears were about to come out, and he hurriedly begged: "Boss, you can add more." ”

Fu Songbo rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "If you have it, add another fifty." Sell it, sell it, don't sell it, don't talk to me anymore. ”

The young man seemed to have made a lot of determination, gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!" ”

After the young man took the money, a touch of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "I didn't think that this broken jar of pickles was worth a little money......

After the boy left, Fu Songbo carefully dusted off the clay pot, and then placed the clay pot in a conspicuous position.

Although this clay pot is an imitation fake, the shape is very exquisite, and the surface painting texture is exquisite, and it is not a problem to sell it for 2,000 yuan.

In case you meet a layman, it is not impossible to sell it as a genuine product, let alone 2,000 at that time, 20,000 is not a problem.