Chapter 112 - 112 : help the weak

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 : help the weak

Chapter 112 : help the weak

Gee, you know what? We're a special disciplinary unit, and our identities have to be kept secret. But if you say you want to teach those cheap bastards a lesson, then that's fine! As long as there was enough evidence, they could shoot them.

Xu Qing nodded after hearing this, looking quite satisfied. Then he asked,"My master said he hasn't received his salary for decades. How much money do you have here?" Embark on a journey to the beginning at n0v#lbin★

"The total is 30,270,000." Ren Bing answered very quickly. However, Xu Qing's next words almost made him choke.

"That's too little, isn't it? You even said that you'd be my wife. I think my master wants me to help him trick a little old lady into having some kind of twilight love..."

Xu Qing was an ancient martial artist at the peak of the Black Realm. It was easy for him to earn money. For example, Wang Tiangang had only earned 30 million yuan after working as a priest for decades. This was simply a cabbage price! It was still the kind of cabbage price that would be discounted several times after jumping dozens of floors!

At this moment, Xu Qing even had the idea of finding a few ancient martial artists to guard the courtyard for him. He didn't care about this small amount of money at all. If he had time, he would just go to Tengchong Burma and get some raw materials with jade.

After dinner, Xu Qing took the initiative to call the waiter to pay the bill. Then, he bid farewell to Ren Bing and the others and rode his electric motorcycle toward Antique Street. After obtaining the Prajna Relic, Xu Qing developed a strong interest in antiques. He guessed that some antiques might have gas on their surfaces that could be absorbed by the eye, and if he was lucky enough to encounter one, he would make a big profit.

As night fell, the vendors on Antique Street began to close their stalls. The shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and there were few pedestrians, adding to the loneliness. Xu Qing rode his motorbike slowly, his gaze casually sweeping across the stalls. However, after walking around, he did not find any colored gas on any object. He was slightly disappointed.

When Xu Qing was about to leave Antique Street, she suddenly heard a sharp tire friction sound. He looked up and saw an old woman lying on the ground before the fork, broken china fragments and other small objects scattered beside her. The old woman's palm was cut open by shards, and blood was flowing out continuously. However, the car that caused the accident stopped for a moment and then left.

The old woman tried to stand up, but it seemed that her waist had been grazed by the car. She cried out in pain and fell down again. At this time, Xu Qing riding an electric motorcycle happened to pass by, he immediately stopped to help the old woman: "I send you to the hospital."

When Xu Qing saw the old woman's face, his heart skipped a beat. The old woman who had been hit by the car was the beautiful woman who had sold him the map that night. His first bucket of gold in life benefited from the generous gift of this old lady.

"Forget it, there's no need to go to the hospital. Can you help me clean up the things on the ground?" The flower woman looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, her eyes filled with heartache and sadness.

"Oh, okay!" Xu Qing replied, then bent down to pick up the small bamboo basket beside his feet and began to pick up the undamaged scattered items. Standing at the side, the flower woman looked bitterly at the porcelain pieces on the ground, while Xu Qing silently helped her clean up everything that was broken. Aiya, these two lines of tears, ah, I really couldn't help but slide down along these wrinkles. My two blue and white porcelain bottles are really treasures in my heart. Sigh!" The flower woman choked, and her waist hurt again. It was really uncomfortable. "

Xu Qing picked up all the complete items, gently placed them on the back seat of the car, and softly comforted: "Grandma, don't be sad." I have memorized the license plate of that car. Later, we will report it together and make that guy pay the price."

The flower woman wiped away her tears and sighed: "Alas, forget it." Old woman, my fate is not good. Thank you, young man."