Chapter 7

Ma Sanke ran to the room politely, took the fallen soldiers with him, and looked at GE Chen with admiration, "brother, what can I do for you?"

Ge Chen was called his elder brother by the little gangster. He just frowned slightly and had a funny expression on his face. I didn't expect that a young master of Wu Xun's family had become the head of the market hooligan, which made Ge Chen feel funny.

"Old three, how many brothers are there outside now?" Asked gerchen.

Ma San pondered for a moment, opened his mouth and said, "at this time, there are about twenty or thirty of our brothers working outside, and the rest are eating in the yard."

Ge Chen nodded. There must be more than 100 people in the yard. These people are so comfortable sitting on the floor eating.

After thinking about it, Ge Chen said, "brother three, you can find all the brothers now. Then we will have a meeting in the evening and we will discuss it."

Ma San agreed. Ge Chen took out a silver note from his package. It was one hundred Liang silver note and gave it to Ma San. "Lao San, you can go to the bank to take out the money, and then change it into some coppers, and then go to buy some wine and meat. We can't eat more. The rest is left to our brothers. Let them take it home and give it to their wives and children. After all, it's very tiring to work outside. Let the brothers have some good food. "

When Ma San saw the one hundred Liang silver note, his eyes almost fell off. That's one hundred Liang! For the little gangster Qinglong Gang, they can't make the money in a year!

After Ma San agreed, he ran out quickly.

Ge Chen sighed with a smile, shook his head and sat down in a clean place.

He told his men, who knew him yesterday, to close the door and guard it outside. Anyone who wants to see him must be informed. These things, a few big men still know, after all, in scar Li hands mixed so long, the basic etiquette is still very clear.

Sitting alone in the room, gerchen took the fan out of the storage ring.

The storage ring in Ge Chen's hand is an indispensable thing in the world of cultivating immortals. Although a small storage ring can hold many things. As long as you inject a little sense of yourself into the Dao store ring, this thing can take things according to your own feeling, which is very convenient.

Of course, it's so good that it's not cheap. A low storage ring costs 1000 Liang, while a medium one costs 2000 Liang. As for a high storage ring, it costs 5000 Liang.

Don't be too expensive. It's not on sale!

After all, it's made by the immortal family. Of course, it's very valuable. For ordinary people, it can be met but not asked! But for the princes on one side, a high storage ring is not worth money.

With the fan in his hand, Ge Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the fan carefully.

It was an ordinary looking fan. Ge Chen gently opened it into a quarter arc. On it was a simple charm and an obscure symbol written in ink. Now Ge Chen could not understand it at all.

He is not an immortal, and he doesn't know the symbol of the immortal family.

Ge Chen would not give up when he put the fan in the sunshine. He thought over and over again that if it was really a broken fan, scar Li would not have to wear it all day.

Presumably, scar Li is also clear, he is not a monk, for friars of course do not understand the things. But someone in his Li family is an immortal. Isn't that Li Yan? His brother was practicing in Helan Mountain, not far from Helan city. When he came back, he asked him if he was married soon? Besides, it seems a little old, but it is not damaged at all, which is very doubtful.

"Yes! It's very old, but it's not damaged at all! " Ge Chen himself murmured, his eyes still refused to leave the fan.

However, immediately, Ge Chen seemed to be stimulated by something, "yes! It's old and undamaged! Is it made of any special material? " Thinking of this, Ge Chen's mouth cracked with a smile and his eyes rolled.

I've come up with a method in my mind. I'll try to destroy it first. If I really can't destroy it, this fan is unique. If this fan is a top-quality artifact, then I will send it!

It's a top-quality artifact. I want to buy it with secular money, but I can't buy it.

Ge Chen, who is looking forward to Xiuxian, is very interested.

Tear... Pull... Stretch... Pull... Cut with a knife.

Stab with a sword.

"Why! There is no damage on the fan, as if the sword could not be destroyed at all. " Ge Chen was already surprised and said in secret, "this fan is really a treasure!"

But Ge Chen is still not reconciled, know this thing is a baby, but can't use, in the heart is already itching unbearable.

Turning around and looking at the burning and smoky incense in the room, Ge Chen was moved.

"I don't know if this thing is afraid of fire?"

Thinking of this, Ge Chen didn't care. Anyway, the fan couldn't be used by himself. It's better to see what magical effect this thing has?

After lighting a candle, gerchen put the fan on it, but the flame soon became strong and then went out. The fire seemed to see something terrible, and it was directly sucked in by the fan“ Shit! What a good baby Gerchen exclaimed excitedly. At this time, there was a knock outside the door. Ge Chen restrained his smile, then put the mysterious fan in his storage ring, arranged his clothes and called "in!" Outside the door came the guard man, who politely said: "boss, the third brother is back!"“ "Ah?" Ge Chen looked out of the window and asked, "what time is it now? How did Ma San come back so fast?" The big man looked at his boss in surprise, even confused. How could the boss ask him such a naive question? It's almost dark now. But I couldn't say what I was thinking. Instead, I replied respectfully, "boss, it's Dusk now."“ What? It's dusk. "Ge Chen was startled. He didn't expect that he had only been in the room for a short time, but it was dusk. After looking at the guard of the monster, Ge Chen waved his hand and said, "OK, go down and let Ma San come in and see me." The big man is a little confused. I don't know what happened to his boss. He even forgot the time. With a promise, he left the room.