Mei Zihao couldn't speak, his mouth was wide open at this moment, and his lips were moving, as if a largemouth had left the water and moved his mouth weakly.

Looking at his grandson's embarrassed appearance, Mei Feihong's heart was distressed, he first glared at Mei Yinxue, Feng Jiechen and Hei Jue.

In his opinion, Mei Yin Xueyi is the waste of the Mei family, but Feng Juechen is Feng Jingnan's stupid son, as for Hei Jue, he doesn't know it, and naturally he doesn't know that Hei Jue is the pavilion master of the Blood Killing Pavilion, otherwise, even if he borrows his courage, he doesn't dare to stare at him.

However, in the end, Mei Feihong's eyes still fell on Rong Shaoming's body, and it immediately turned into a pleading: "Young Master Rong, please show mercy to your subordinates, we are all easy to say, and please let Young Master Rong let me stop the bleeding for my Zihao first!" ”

"No hurry!" Hearing Mei Feihong's words, Rong Shaoming waved his hand very calmly, yes, he is not in a hurry, but can Mei Feihong and Mei Zihao not be in a hurry, seeing that the blood has completely dyed the clothes on Mei Zihao's body red, Mei Feihong's heart is already painful.

"Young Master Rong!" Mei Feihong felt that he was about to cry.

Looking at the old face of the chrysanthemum that had been squeezed together, Rong Shaoming snorted coldly: "Add another million taels of gold!" ”

Mei Feihong: "......"

For a moment, his mind didn't react.

"Whoa!" Rong Shaoming shook the gold abacus in his hand, and his expression was a little helpless: "Add another million taels of gold!" ”

This time, Mei Feihong understood and reacted: "What, one million taels of gold!" ”

Mei Feihong is not only in pain now, but even the flesh is also painful, this young master Rong is really a lion with his mouth open, one million taels of gold, he really dares to say that he doesn't go to rob It's really not a long sight.

"What, too little?" Rong Shaoming raised his eyebrows: "That's okay, then add another million taels of gold!" ”

Rong Shaoming's face is very understanding of you.

"That young master Rong, one million taels of gold, I, where can I get so much?" Mei Feihong began to cry poor.

"Wrong!" Rong Shaoming shook the gold abacus in his hand again, and corrected the Mei family master: "Two hundred thousand taels of gold plus one million taels of gold, and then one million taels of gold, now a total of two million taels of gold, how did the Mei family master do it, you can't add such a simple addition?" ”

Mei Feihong didn't come up in one breath, his body shook a little, he now understands what it means to sit on the ground, see no, this young master Rong is a typical representative of the price of sitting on the ground.

"Rong ......" originally wanted to say something more, but at this time, Mei Bingxue came to Mei Feihong's side and whispered in his ear: "Grandpa, if you talk again, I'm afraid that Young Master Rong will increase the price again!" ”

So Mei Feihong hurriedly swallowed back the words in his mouth, but, but two million two hundred thousand taels of gold, he, he, he can't take it out now.

"That, that......"

Rong Shaoming looked at Mei Feihong with a tangled face, this time he shook Mei Zihao in his hand: "What's the matter, Master Mei, do you think your grandson is not even worth such a little money?" ”

Money? Two million two hundred thousand taels of gold, is this called small money?

Mei Feihong felt that he was about to vomit blood!