"Little ghost, do you know how awesome? But this time, the profit share can be changed, only eighty-two, I will be eight and you two!" the sloppy old man looked proud.

"......" Xiao Qitian was speechless. This old man, the money addiction has been committed again. But do you think that if you do this, I will compromise, and if you pinch my life, I will eat yours?

Hum!

You're underestimating me too much!

I, I, I... I really ate that.

Xiao Qitian took a deep breath and said, "Eighty-two is fine." But first of all, if you want to open a store, you have to open a big store, and it must be in a prime location!"

That's his condition.

To be honest, he didn't have much resistance to partnering with a sloppy old man to open a shop. The sharing ratio proposed by the latter is indeed cheating, but as long as the store is big enough and the location is good enough, even if it is divided into eighty-two, it will be enough to make a lot of money in a short period of time. Then, he was able to buy herbs to reshape the dantian. When the time comes......

Hey!

Intact Xuantian Sword Master, what do you want? Are you still afraid that you won't have any money?

What's more, he doesn't have much desire for money in the first place, if he doesn't need money to reshape the dantian, he can't even share it. Provided, of course, that the scruffy old man tells him everything he wants to know.

"Nonsense! Open a store, of course, open a big store. Small shop, don't you feel ashamed, old man, I feel ashamed! Moreover, if it weren't for a big deal, the old man would be a few million a minute, would I be guilty of wasting time with you?" the sloppy old man scolded with a sloppy face.

"Blow!"

"You just blow hard!"

"The old man of the dead ghost knows how to brag, and he still has millions of dollars a minute, and he doesn't look at himself, he is in tatters, and he is no different from a beggar, so he lacks to beg. Xiao Qitian was secretly worried, and his heart was disdainful.

Before the words came out, the sloppy old man seemed to hear his heart, and snorted coldly: "If you don't believe it, do you? I know you don't believe it! In this way, with eight points of interest, you can borrow as much money as you want from me, and it is cash!"

"......" Xiao Qitian was speechless. Damn, this old man, crazy about money. Eight cents of interest is even darker than the usury forced by many bandit gangs, okay?

He just wanted to refuse, but his heart suddenly moved, and he secretly said confused. He was already worried about money, but at this time, Yinliang automatically sent him to the door to solve his urgent need, but he wanted to turn him away, isn't this confused? Xiao Qitian even wondered if his head was kicked by a donkey.

Admittedly, the eight-cent interest is indeed a bit darker. But to him, it was undoubtedly like a pie falling from the sky. Or is that sentence, the intact Xuantian Sword Master, where is the lack of that money?

"Are you really rich?" Xiao Qitian asked suspiciously, but his eyes looked at the sloppy old man with a bright eye.

That gaze actually made the sloppy old man a little hairy. He took a step back, but puffed up his chest instead, and said proudly: "Nonsense! If I still call it no money, then who else in the world dares to claim that he is rich?"

Xiao Qitian was speechless, rolling his eyes wildly.

The old man of the dead ghost, the cowhide is blowing to the sky, and he says as if he is the richest man in the world.

Having said that, for some reason, Xiao Qitian inexplicably had a little more confidence in the sloppy old man.

Of course, it can't be said that it is inexplicable. The sloppy old man in front of him, who can tell his birth date and his biggest secret, where can he be an ordinary person?

"What if I want to borrow two million taels?" Xiao Qitian said.

For a moment, the sloppy old man's eyes lit up. He looked excited and trembled. His voice trembled as well, and he said, "What did you say, and you want to borrow two million taels?"

Xiao Qitian was a little disappointed, thinking that the sloppy old man was scared by him. It is true that two million taels is not a small number, where can ordinary people get it? However, he still nodded: "Not bad." You"

"Eight cents?" the sloppy old man snapped up.

"Yes. But you"

"Do you have it", Xiao Qitian said these three words twice, but in the end he couldn't say it. For the first time, he was interrupted by a sloppy old man. The second time, it was he himself who swallowed these three words in his mouth. Because, two thick piles of banknotes had already appeared in the hands of the sloppy old man, presented in front of him, and blinded his eyes.

At the same time, the sloppy old man drooled all over the place, and said to himself: "Wow,! developed, developed! Two million, eight cents, how much is that?"

"No, I'll have to do it. Eight cents of interest, 10,000 taels a month is 800, 1028,000, 100,000 280,000, 2 million taels is wow! 160,000! Yes, is it really 160,000?"

"Isn't it? No work, no cheating, no stealing, no robbery, you can have an income of 160,000 yuan every month?"

"But why only 160,000? If only 16,000,000. No matter how bad it is, even 1.6 million yuan is barely enough! 160,000 yuan is enough for anyone to spend it? It's not enough to visit a flower house and drink flower wine!" The sloppy old man complained. In the end, he couldn't laugh anymore, and the previous excitement was gone, but he was crying and listless.

In this regard, Xiao Qitian could only be speechless. Some people are really greedy, and they are not satisfied with receiving 160,000 yuan in interest every month? You know, 160,000 yuan a month is 1.92 million yuan a year!

Isn't it enough to only lend 2 million and receive 1.92 million in interest in a year, which is almost equal to the principal?

He grabbed the money in the sloppy old man's hand, and his heart was excited, and he just wanted to pocket the money. only to find that the sloppy old man pinched the banknotes to death.

Xiao Qitian was shocked, and thought that the sloppy old man would regret it and refuse to lend him money. But I heard the sloppy old man say: "Boy, you have borrowed too little! Two million, only 160,000 yuan a month in interest, is not enough for me to stuff my teeth." Otherwise, how about I lend you 20 million?" his tone was very grinning, as if he was not talking about 20 million taels of money, but just a pile of straw paper.

Xiao Qitian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but turned his eyes and rolled his eyes. He was relieved because the sloppy old man lent him money, and the roll of his eyes was speechless for the sloppy old man's greed.

What are you kidding? Borrow 20 million, and then 1.6 million taels of interest a month? You, even if he is confident, even if he is the Xuantian Sword Master, he is afraid that he will not be able to pay it back, okay?

However, Xiao Qitian was impressed by the sloppy old man. It's really unseemly, this dead old man is quite rich. Of course, it's also quite bold.

"Old man, if you dare to lend me 20 million taels, you are not afraid that I will fly money?" he asked.

"Fly money?" the sloppy old man sneered, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Little ghost, before you say this, you don't inquire about my nickname? I call myself a jack of all trades, and others call me a ghost. I pinched my fingers to calculate all the things in the world, divined the divination and determined the good fortune of the world, opened my mouth to move the wind and thunder, and made words to determine life and death. I pit people and pit myself, I have never been the only one who blackmailed other people's money, in this world, the person who dares to fly my money has not yet been born. Don't say 20 million, as long as you dare to take it, I will lend you 200 million. He looked proud.

Xiao Qitian was speechless.

Your uncle's!

This old man, the cowhide is blowing bigger and bigger.

Look, either a jack of all trades or a ghost sees sorrow, either knows the world or breaks the bad luck, or moves the wind and thunder or determines life and death? I say, old man, can you be modest? Can you be reliable?

Xiao Qitian complained in his heart.

The sloppy old man didn't notice it, but instead tempted Xiao Qitian with a voice full of temptation and magnetism: "What, borrow it? 20 million is enough for you to eat and drink and live happily for a while." ”

"Don't borrow!" Xiao Qitian said angrily.

"What? I don't borrow this? Looks like I'm going to have to do a trick. So, twenty million, seven cents, how?"

"Don't borrow!"

"Six!"

"If you don't borrow, you don't borrow, you don't borrow!" Xiao Qitian replied very resolutely, jokingly, even if it is six cents of interest, 20 million taels, and 1.2 million interest a month, okay?

At this moment, two sneers suddenly sounded.

"Huh, Brother Seven, have you heard any jokes?"

"Eighth brother, I really want to hear that an old beggar wants to borrow 20 million taels from another little mongrel, right?"

"Seeming so. The 20 million taels they are talking about can't be copper coins, right?"

"You're looking too highly of them, I think it's the Stygian. ”

"Did they not know the prophet that they were going to hell soon?"

"Possibly. In the sound of ridicule, two figures appeared in an instant, looking mighty, with a cold face but with ridicule, who are not Li Xunle's two guards, Tie Qi and Tie Ba?