"Mr. Wang has something on his mind......"

As soon as Wang Cheng turned around, he saw two people appear on the rooftop.

One is the "Master Jiang" they invited, and the other is the old housekeeper Fu Bo, and it is Master Jiang who speaks.

Wang Cheng squeezed out a smile on his face, and pulled over a rattan chair: "Master Jiang, sit!"

The young man nodded lightly and sat down.

An imperceptible trace of anger flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, and he sat on the other side with a faint smile.

Fu Bo held a laptop in his hand and turned it on on the small coffee table: "Mr. Wang, this is the surveillance video ...... in the box just now"

After that, Fu Bo clicked on a video, which was playing the picture of Jiang Chen entering the box.

The young Erlang cocked his legs, snorted coldly: "Mr. Wang was scared by him?"

He pointed to Jiang Chen in the picture and said.

Wang Cheng lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

The wind was strong on the rooftop, and the flames were blown out several times, and he angrily crumpled the cigarette into pieces and stepped on it vigorously.

"You've seen it all next door, haven't you?" Wang Cheng patted the crushed tobacco in his palm.

Fu Bo nodded hurriedly: "I saw Mr. Wang, the monitor next door is very clear!"

Wang Cheng glanced at the absent-minded young man next to him, and coughed dryly: "Master Jiang, you said that a bottle of potion can resurrect the dead, what kind of magic is this?"

The young man was playing with a silver knife in his hand, and he was chipping a piece of sandalwood.

After more than ten seconds, the young man replied lightly: "It's just a trick!"

"Huh?" asked Wang Cheng and Fu Bo in unison.

Crunch crunch......

The young man got up and twisted his neck: "It's just a lie to you laymen, he didn't pinch that strong man to death at all just now, he just knocked him out!"

Wang Cheng shook his head: "Impossible, Xie Sanjin is opposite me, I saw Jiang Chen pinch his neck with my own eyes, and the bones are all out of place......

The young man smiled: "His technique is called osteopathy, it just displaces the bones, and then pours a special potion to the strong man who faints, and he wakes up as soon as he is stimulated!"

With that, he walked over and pulled Fauber's arm, only to hear a click.

Fauber's arm swayed and hung down, and then he tugged again, and the arm was taken back with an intuition.

"Got it, right?

Wang Cheng looked at the young man and felt his throat dry for a while.

Nima ......

Could it be that Jiang Chen is lying to everyone?

Isn't it nonsense to say that there can be such a miraculous substance in the world that can bring people back from the dead?

Thinking about it now, Wang Cheng suddenly realized.

It turned out that Jiang Chen's grandson went to the market and sales channels of the Jia family, so he made such a come.

"Master Jiang, what do you think?" asked Wang Cheng in a somewhat low mood.

The young man turned the silver knife in his hand around the tips of his fingers: "Yue Zhenting, I beat him to half death, he is a promiscuous person, he can be slapped to death with one palm at any time, just wait for your orders!"

Wang Cheng touched his nose: "I thought his potion was real, I thought about grabbing it, but I didn't expect it to be a prop, so what about his beauty powder?"

"I've tried beauty powder, it's so-so, the scar removal effect is okay, and it can make ......money," the young man looked at the world with a tone of contempt.

Wang Cheng nodded.

"Oh, by the way, my master will come to the provincial capital in two days, and say that he wants to get to know the rich people in the provincial capital and sell a few things, you see?" The young man stood on the rooftop, the sawdust in his hand flying.

Wang Cheng was stunned.

Your Master?

The famous Master Jiang still has a master?

Master Jiang alone can beat Yue Zhenting, so isn't his master?

Surprise is surprise, but Wang Cheng caught a word, sell something.

He couldn't help but ask, "Master Jiang, what do you want to sell as an old man?"

The young man sneered: "Jiang Chen, a god stick who pretends to be a ghost, can sell the things in his hand for 200 million, my master is a real power, there are countless treasures in his hand, just take out one for money, it's better than Jiang Chen's, right?"

Wang Cheng quickly thought about it in his heart, and nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, this bureau is my group, and when the time comes, call the most powerful group of people in the provincial capital to help Shizun support the scene!"

The young man's originally gloomy and indifferent face was only then stretched.

"Then thank you Mr. Wang for your trouble, there will be good things for you to leave a ...... when the time comes"

......

After Jiang Chen and Han Xiangjun drove away from Wang's Hotel, they drove to the temporary office location in the Second Ring Road.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, it is the prime time of the live broadcast.

After Wei Qingqing and Meng Beibei got out of class, they rushed to the live broadcast, after the warm-up two days ago and the word of mouth of the students.

The number of people in the live broadcast room has increased several times tonight.

Jiang Chen lay on the sofa and watched the live broadcast of the two for a while, squinting his eyes and thinking about his next plan.

Han Xiangjun burned him a cherry sweet soup from the staff kitchen and brought it over personally.

"Are you tired...... I boiled some sweet soup, can you sleep for a while after drinking?" Seeing Jiang Chen lying down, Han Xiangjun gently put the bowl on the glass coffee table.

Jiang Chen sat up, scooped a spoonful with a white porcelain spoon, and blew it to Han Xiangjun's mouth.

Han Xiangjun smiled lightly, a hint of crimson appeared on his cheeks, and he opened his lips lightly and drank it.

Jiang Chen suddenly remembered something, and taking advantage of Han Xiangjun's inattention, he quietly wiped the Sumeru ring on his hand, and a bottle of spiritual liquid appeared in his palm.

Peel off the lid and smell good.

In Han Xiangjun's stunned expression, Jiang Chen poured a bottle of spiritual liquid into the sweet soup.

This......

For the contents of this white porcelain bottle, Han Xiangjun is very familiar.

This little bit of liquid, in Wang's Hotel, was sold by Jiang Chen for a high price of 1 billion.

According to the unit price, the contents of the white porcelain vial kill things such as gold and diamonds.

Such a precious thing, Jiang Chen actually poured it into a bowl of sweet soup that cost only 10 yuan......

What is this operation?

Jiang Chen put away the white porcelain vial, and a warm smile appeared on his face: "Sister Junjun, drink it quickly!"

Han Xiangjun was stunned: "Jiang Chen...... You're not stupid, are you? That's a billion things......."

Jiang Chen took the spoon and smiled faintly: "What about 1 billion, what about 10 billion, in my heart, it's not worth the bowl of sweet soup you cooked!"

Han Xiangjun felt that her eyes were hot, and at this time, Jiang Chen had already handed the small spoon to her mouth: "Open your mouth!"

The entrance is cool, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and the pores of the whole person are all opened......

This was Han Xiangjun's first feeling after tasting the special sweet soup.

This is a billion sweet soup, and a spoonful costs millions.

So expensive, so expensive!

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile as he looked at Han Xiangjun as if he had opened a new world.

Han Xiangjun nodded heavily: "It's delicious!"

"Drink it every day after it's delicious, one bottle a day!" Jiang Chen blinked.

Han Xiangjun's head buzzed, and he lost his voice: "What?

"Yes, after a while, you can use it to cook, wash your face, take a bath, and use it however you want...... Jiang Chen took a sip of sweet soup and lay down on the sofa.

(End of chapter)