At this moment, the two senior stall runners who were in the rivers and lakes were completely out of shape, scrambling to search for bags and money, and even untied their belts in front of everyone, regardless of their faces, and took out the last life-saving money from their underwear.

When this scene came out, the people around him looked funny and frowned.

"You just picked up the leak of my medallion."

I leaned against the ginkgo tree, pointed to the medallion stall owner, and smiled without smiling: "Do you feel cool?"

The medallion stall owner suddenly showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, winced at me, and stammered, "I was cool just now."

"Now, it's your turn."

"I'm cool, but I'm not as cool as you."

As he spoke, the medallion stall owner handed me a cigarette with both hands, like a prisoner kneeling down in the old days: "You don't remember the villain, you just said that you will come back sooner or later, and now, you are coming back."

"I'm so cool!"

I reached out and took the cigarette, shivered and lit it, grinning, "Count it yourself."

Hearing this, the medallion stall owner bowed deeply to me and lowered his head to his knees.

"Boss. You just missed the tiger bone, now I'll leak it for you. Pick it up."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

The bearded stall owner saluted me with all his might, and respectfully pushed a large pile of bills in front of me.

I raised my hand, grabbed a stack of money, and handed it to the handsome little man, hissing, "Keep it."

The little handsome guy doesn't look much better than the others, the same shock and disbelief, compared to the stunned and stunned of the others.

I grinned, grabbed two hundred pieces and stuffed them into the handsome guy's handsome handsome hand, and went to get the denim backpack in his hand.

The handsome little guy reacted and grabbed the strap and glared at me.

"Don't touch Lao Tzu's things."

"I'll look at the money first."

The handsome little guy raised his hand and held the red money under the lamp and looked at it for a while, and after receiving the money, he let go of his backpack, and Hang Erlang took out the Xuanji picture and called viciously: "Settle the account."

Just as I was catching Xuanjitu, the handsome little guy stared at me coldly and said, "It's been four minutes."

In response to the handsome little guy, I raised a red bill lightly.

The strange thing is that this time the handsome guy didn't take the money, but looked at me with a pair of eyes stunned.

The eyes of the iceberg were full of loneliness and coldness.

In the depths of the cold and ruthless eyes, there was an indescribable emotion flowing.

"Lao Tzu only earns what Lao Tzu should earn."

The little handsome guy gritted his teeth and said coldly, turning around to leave.

I dragged the little handsome guy, and squeezed out the ugliest smile on my cold and stiff face: "Where are you going?"

"you. Get out of the way."

The little handsome guy was grumpy, and he slashed at my wrist with a heavy palm, trying to break free, and I turned around without hesitation, and then disappeared from my field of vision.

The situation is special, I can't stop the little handsome guy from leaving, I can only forcibly endure it.

But I'm confident enough to find the little handsome guy.

Even if I don't go to him, he'll come to me.

"It's four o'clock in the morning."

Suddenly, the electronic watch on the wrist of the bearded stall owner came out with a pleasant female voice.

At this moment, the three inner and outer three floors in front of me were filled with countless people.

Looking up, there was a large black oppression, full of moving human heads and eyes brighter than Venus.

And I, like the commander of the expedition to the desert and besieged when the combat power is exhausted.

It's just that everyone in front of me only dares to look at me, and they don't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

"Big brother, three hundred. I'll count it. Can you take an inventory of them?"

"Dude. Mine is four hundred. You've counted it too."

The bearded stall owner and the commemorative medal stall owner respectfully and flatteringly reported to me, very much like Ma Zhongchao.

"No!"

Although I have no strength, I can see the tricks of the two battle-hardened stall makers clearly.

One of them had five out of the majority, and one of them had six out of the majority.

I ate a total of eleven candies.

I didn't debunk them, though.

Life is not easy, and I want to thank them for their help. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to sell out of candy for a while.

That's right.

The candy I missed is the Pien Tze Huang of Shenzhou Tianjia grade never decryption formula!

There are six kinds of Chinese medicine formulas in China that are national secrets!

Among them, four are of the second grade.

Tongrentang Angong Niuhuang Pill, Liushen Pill, Huatuo Reconstituted Pill, Musk Baoxin Pill!

Tianjia level will never be decrypted, one is Caiyun Baiyao, and the other is Pien Tze Huang!

The formula of Caiyun Baiyao is said to be known by only one person, while the formula and process of Pien Tze Huang are in the hands of three people.

The four prescriptions disclosed by Pien Tze Huang are bezoar, snake gall bladder, Tian Qi, and musk.

The rest, unknown.

Pien Tze Huang was invented in the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that it was made by a Ming Dynasty court doctor.

For hundreds of years, Pien Tze Huang has only been popular in a small area in southern China. Later, with the rise of the South Seas, Pien Tze Huang also swept the continent.

In the inner collection just now, the countless small plastic boxes that Kai Zili kicked over were the tools for storing Pien Tze Huang.

To this day, in the north, the vast majority of ordinary people do not know Pien Tze Huang. Not to mention the packaging.

This kind of Tianjia grade Chinese medicine that will never be decrypted, except for the miraculous effect, the rest is just one word.

Expensive!

I don't know what kind of person would throw away so much Pien Tze Huang as candy garbage at one time, and I don't bother to guess it.

Now I have only one thought.

Lao Tzu is not short of money!

In front of me, there were two snakeskin pockets.

One is filled with shelled Pien Tze Huang, no less than a thousand.

In another snakeskin pocket, five or six hundred original boxes of Pien Tze Huang were neatly stacked.

This year is the time when Pien Tze Huang has been speculated at its highest, and it is also the sixth price increase of Pien Tze Huang since entering the new century.

The original box of Pien Tze Huang is priced at 221 pieces in pharmacies.

I only sell one hundred and eight.

Heaven and earth are fair, and there is no bullying for children.

After the two stall owners opened for me with a beard and a medal, countless old and young masters who went to the ghost market did not hesitate to follow up and pay for the goods.

In the blink of an eye, there was a large pile of colorful bills around me, drowning my knees.

In the rest of the time, the money grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, piled up from a sea of money into a mountain of money, and soon piled up in my lower abdomen.

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