It turned out that Miki set up a teleportation charm in the plane, and the whole plane was a moving transfer array, Miki got on the plane, activated the teleportation charm, and everyone on the plane was teleported away.

Fan Jian only knocked down an empty plane, and this teleportation charm was still a one-time thing, and he couldn't track it if he wanted to.

There was no way, Jiang Ziya went back to the entrance of the underground palace, closed the passage, Mi Bei called and transferred another plane, and several people returned to Jiangcheng.

After Bai Shui was possessed by Mi Ji, his health was not good, so he returned to recuperate abroad, and reinstated Mi Bei before leaving.

Fan Jian handed back the key to Qinling, and Bai Shui had promised before that whoever rescued Mi Bei, the key to Qinling would be given to whomever he wanted, and there was also a billion bounties.

This time, Fan Jian didn't refuse, after all, this was exchanged for his life, and he gladly accepted it.

When he got home, he returned the plate to the original owner and returned it to Granny Ma, and Jiang Ziya was scolded again.

The reason is that a good plate is now messed up, and it doesn't look good with fruit.

Next, sit on the ground and divide the money, transfer money on the spot, Fan Jian, Jiang Ziya, Granny Ma, and Yang Jian each have 200 million, because Fan Jian was held hostage this time, and the other 200 million was given to him as spiritual compensation.

The Lao Jun who watched it was greedy, and they were all close to Fan Jiantao, saying that next time there was such a thing, they must be brought with them.

Jiang Ziya's 200 million touches were not touched, and they were directly transferred to Granny Ma's bank card and confiscated.

However, the monthly pocket money has risen from fifty to one hundred, and the old man is quite happy.

Fan Jian looked at Jiang Ziya with disdain, thinking that he couldn't be like this after he got married, it was too undignified, but he turned his head and saw Wang Cuihua's scrutinizing gaze.

"Wouldn't it? Is this also involuted? ”

Looking at Wang Cuihua, Fan Jian tentatively handed over the bank card in his hand, hoping that it was not what he imagined.

As a result, he was disappointed, and the bank card in his hand was taken away by Wang Cuihua with a swish and put into the LV bag she bought for fifty yuan, Fan Jian felt that his body was hollowed out.

The elixir is gone, the bank card is gone, and he feels that he has no courage to live.

Who can believe that a waiter who crowds the bus every day and sells two tourist souvenirs for ten yuan has a balance of 400 million yuan on his bank card in his bag.

Yes, Wang Cuihua has become a waitress again, and she asked Zhao Qian herself.

Because since she became a manager, she has been very unhappy, and she doesn't talk about reading those reports like heavenly books every day.

I have to send a daily, weekly, and monthly summary in the company's management group every day, and I have to be annoyed to death.

So he resigned directly from the position of manager and returned to sit back as a waiter who didn't worry about it.

Watching Wang Cuihua pull Granny Ma to learn the scriptures and ask for the art of the husband, Fan Jian felt that his good days were coming to an end.

He couldn't figure out how two self-made business elites who made the company into a Fortune 500 company could give birth to such a daughter.

Isn't it fragrant to focus on your career? Do you have to compete with him, he doesn't mind eating soft rice?

But Wang Cuihua really didn't give him a chance, he was worried about Wang Cuihua's parents, how could such a child inherit their company?

It's not enough to count on Wang Cuihua, she doesn't seem to be that material, do you want to persuade your future parents-in-law to work hard and inherit the family business again?

"Sister, I'll give you this too, and use it as pocket money!"

Seeing Fan Jian's money being taken away, Yang Jian leaned over to Wang Cuihua and raised his bank card.

"Well, it's better to be a younger brother, much better than someone, sister doesn't want it, you keep it for yourself as pocket money."

Don't grieve yourself, if the flowers are gone, ask your sister for it, and your sister will give it to you. ”

Seeing the deep love between sisters and brothers, pushing each other with hundreds of millions of "pocket money", Fan Jian pursed his lips.

"Do you have an opinion?"

Seeing Fan Jian's small movements, Wang Cuihua slapped him directly on the head, glaring at Fan Jian.

"No opinion, no opinion."

Seeing Yang Jian raise his eyebrows at him and demonstrate, Fan Jian knew that this kid did it on purpose, but because of Wang Cuihua's female might, he could only swallow his anger.

"Ah, I haven't been at home for the past few days, is there anything going on in the Heavenly Court Medical Pavilion, report to me."

didn't want everyone to see him make a fool of himself, Fan Jian hurriedly changed the topic and said to Lao Jun Shennong.

"I have one thing here, the quality of the medicinal materials is too poor now, it can't be compared with what we were back then, and the medicinal properties are only half of them."

Lao Jun and Zhong Kui knew that Fan Jian was changing the topic, so they didn't say anything, Shennong just woke up, and he didn't know the situation, so he said casually.

"Ancestor, how can the current environment be compared with the flood and famine era you live in, the current medicinal materials are all planted, and you can't buy wild ones.

The medicinal materials imported from the Heavenly Court Medical Hall are already of the best quality, so you can just take a look. ”

For this matter, Fan Jian can't solve it, what can he do if the environment is like this?

We all know that pure natural things are good, but a few can enjoy them, and ordinary people live like this.

"Can I grow my own?"

Listening to Fan Jian's words, Shennong muttered a sentence in his mouth and fell asleep again.

In the next few days, Fan Jian looked sad, still worried about the elixir.

"Oh, isn't it just a pill refined by immortal grass? That thing wasn't even an elixir.

In the Tushi Palace, he was used as a weed, and when I returned, I would pull out a few baskets for you.

To be a human being is to be happy, not to be happy with things, not to be sad with yourself, and to relax, otherwise you will get sick. ”

Knowing Fan Jian's thoughts, Lao Jun came over to enlighten him, as for it? For a few weeds sullen.

"You don't have a backache when you always stand and talk, we are not people of the same world at all.

How can the plutocrats understand the mood of a beggar? How many baskets are you giving me, how can you send me?

Whether to send express or logistics, can you still come back when you go back? Day by day, I know to draw cakes for me, stay away from me, and I'm annoyed! ”

Glared at Lao Jun, this person is really annoying, his sad Lao Jun can't experience it.

It's like a person who loses all his net worth of 20,000 yuan, and a rich man comforts him, how big a thing is, isn't it just the money for a meal?

He refused to communicate with Lao Jun, like a person quietly licking his wounds alone.

"Although I can't go down to earth at will, but the third child can, I can ask him to bring things to you.

Anyway, I haven't seen the third child for a long time, and I don't know what he's busy with? ”

He didn't feel that Fan Jian disliked him, and Lao Jun chattered beside him, looking for a way to send things down from the sky.

"Who's talking about me? It's been a long time since I saw it, and I miss it very much. ”

I really couldn't help but chatter, as soon as Lao Jun's words fell, Zhang Laosan pushed the door and walked in.

"Third child, what kind of dress are you, you went on a business trip to the Flood Wilderness?"

Seeing Zhang Laosan shirtless, revealing a washboard-like figure, garlands on his head and a grass skirt on his bottom, Lao Jun asked curiously.

"I bought toilet paper, I won a jackpot, I went on a seven-day trip to Hawaii and just came back.

I'll tell you, Laojun, on the beach... You know. ”

"Zhang Laosan, you are an old immortal, you owe me two months' salary, when will it be paid?"

Seeing Zhang Laosan pulling Lao Jun, the two old men whispering in the corner, with a lewd expression on their faces, Fan Jian jumped up from the sofa.

"Ahem, I'll talk about the salary later, I'm here this time, I want to tell you, get ready, we have to take over a big job."

Pulling Fan Jian down with his hand, Zhang Laosan cleared his throat and said seriously.