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"What?" When everyone heard Xiong Yinloong, they were all startled. Not only were these words written in an ordinary manner, they were also words that insulted his own grandson.

As a person with a great reputation and great reputation, it was rumored that Xiong Yinloong doted on his own grandson and protected him a lot, but today, it just so happened to be abnormal.

Had he lost his mind?

When the other old man saw his old friend say this, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

The honorary president of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association dared to call a deer a horse and speak lies with his eyes wide open. If this matter was found out by anyone else, they would definitely be greatly shocked. Their faces would be filled with disbelief.

Xiong Kuan stood at the side and covered his red cheeks. The spark that had appeared in his eyes just now was instantly extinguished. His pupils constricted. After hearing what his grandfather had said, his head suddenly shook and he fainted on the ground.

Was this still his own grandpa?

Could it be that he had picked it up from the trash can?

Xiong Yinloong saw that the people around him were looking at him with a strange expression, his old face blushed a little, but he still said with certainty: "These words can be considered as a divine stroke, perfect, very good!"

"In that case, since you like this piece of work so much, I'll bear with it and sell it to you. Just give me a few billion dollars as you wish." Ding Hao said indifferently.

"Hua!"

When these words were spoken, the Liu Family members' expressions changed drastically. To casually ask for billions of dollars for a work that wasn't considered a work of art, wasn't that just asking for a big price?

To sell such a clumsy calligraphy piece to a calligraphy master, only a fool would buy it.

Liu Er and the rest looked at Xiong Yinloong vigilantly, they were all staring at Xiong Yinloong, afraid that he would suddenly be enraged.

Liu Xiaoqian sighed in her heart, and said secretly: "Ding Hao, it's best if you offend someone, and you must provoke Old Xiong. Do you know how terrifying the power behind him is?"

Just then, Xiong Yinloong smiled, his teeth baring slightly, he excitedly said: "Little friend, I will offer 3 billion to buy this piece of work, while you teach me how to return to my original calligraphy, is that okay?"

Ding Hao nodded his head, he still could not bear it, and sighed: "Seeing as to the Liu family's face, I will sell it to you at a low price, if not, wanting this piece of work for a mere 3 billion, it would be nonsense."

When Xiong Yinloong heard it, he was overjoyed, and immediately asked for Ding Hao's bank account number.

After Ding Hao reported his bank card account number, Xiong Yinloong asked the butler to transfer the money to his card. Not long later, a message sounded out from Ding Hao's phone.

Ding ~

"Master, I have reclaimed all the remaining funds. The 800 million has been transferred into your bank card. Please check it."

[Postbank] 13: 30 P.M. [Postbank] The cash balance of your account number 010 is RMB 8000000.00 and the balance is RMB 1105426308.00.

Ding Hao casually glanced at the screen of his phone, feeling excited for a while. Not only had he eliminated the hidden danger of failure in the mission at Hidden Dragon Villa, but his account still had a few hundred million more than that. Right now, if he wanted to be on the Cang Lan City Ranking List, it would also be an easy task.

The Liu Family members saw that Xiong Yinloong was abnormal. They were not angry, but instead happy.

"I'll explain the method to you alone. The others can wait outside for now." Ding Hao slowly said.

After Xiong Yinloong heard about it, he suddenly nodded his head and spoke to the Liu Family members and his good friend. Everyone followed the arrangements and went to rest in the pavilion.

When Xiong Yinloong saw Xiong Quan who was lying unconscious on the ground, his anger rose up. If not for him almost offending this young man, his hopes from all these years would really be shattered.

As a result, Xiong Kuan was dragged out while he was still unconscious.

That's right, forcefully dragged out!

Just like that, Xiong Kuan's body drew a few scratches on the ground.

After waking up, Xiong Quan would definitely feel endless pain all over his body.

At this time, only Ding Hao and Xiong Yinloong were left in the courtyard. Xiong Yinloong stared at Ding Hao with an anticipatory look, drool in his throat as if he was a newly-wedded bride.

Ding Hao felt Xiong Yinloong's burning gaze, his entire body tensed up, he felt that the atmosphere was strange, and his hair was standing on end.

"The heck, laozi is a man, is it alright for you to stare at me like that?" "What's more, you're already in your sixties …" Ding Hao was speechless.

Xiong Yinloong seemed to have also noticed Ding Hao's displeasure and realised that he had lost control of himself. After coughing a few times, he recovered a little and asked: "Little friend, do you really have a way to cure my hidden ailment?"

"Nonsense, do you think I'm lying to you?" Ding Hao shouted in annoyance.

"Yes, I believe you. Since you are able to tell my condition from my words, it is clear that you are skilled in medicine and you definitely have a master teacher to guide you. I have been rude." Xiong Yinloong laughed, as if he was an educated little friend, and immediately replied, afraid that he would make the young man opposite him unhappy.

Ding Hao took out the Great Recovery Pill he had obtained from the Lucky Wheel from his bag before and gave it to Xiong Yinloong. He looked a little reluctant to part with it.

However, other than Ding Hao wanting to "repay" his debts, the most important thing for Ding Hao to do was to befriend someone with a strong background. That would be beneficial to him.

If the Super-wealthy and Powerful System did not have the ability to scan a human's body for signs of life, he would not have known that the person in front of him who was over his age but seemed to have some sort of disease hidden within his body.

Xiong Yinloong's eyes were focused on the round white Great Recovery Pill in his hand. He leaned his nose closer and took a whiff, a sweet smell coming from within, shining brightly under the sunlight.

"Is this a medicinal pill from ancient Chinese medicine?" In the current Chinese medical field, are there still people who have mastered ancient Chinese medicine's alchemy techniques? " When Xiong Yinloong saw this pellet, his face revealed shock as he cried out.

"This pellet was bestowed to me by my master. It can cure a hundred diseases, and it can also open up the meridians in the body, allowing one's muscles and blood to circulate. After consuming it, there will be no side effects, and one's lifespan will be extended." Ding Hao slowly said.

Xiong Yinloong's eyes turned and his expression was filled with shock. This kind of pill could be called a miracle in this world.

When he looked at Ding Hao again, his eyes were filled with complex emotions. If this pellet really had such a miraculous effect, then the teacher behind this young man could be called the number one medical saint hand in Yan-huang Star!

This Great Recovery Pill was worth three billion yuan!

Xiong Yinloong could not wait and swallowed the Great Recovery Pill. After he swallowed it, the pill instantly turned into gas and flowed into all the meridians in his body, causing him to feel a sense of comfort throughout his body.

After a while, Xiong Yinloong's face became even more joyous, as he felt the changes in his body. He took a deep breath and said loudly in surprise: "I feel that my Qi and blood has returned to the middle age! It's too amazing! "

"Is it worth it?" Ding Hao asked indifferently.

"It's worth it!" May I know who your benefactor is so that I can personally pay you a visit and thank you? " Xiong Yinloong said.

"My master loves to travel the world, and his whereabouts are unpredictable. I'm not sure either." Ding Hao slowly said.

So that's how it is, then that's too bad, but today you helped me improve my physique, the value of this Great Recovery Pill is far more than three billion, I, Xiong Yinloong, do not want to take advantage of you, if you need my help in the future, just ask me, my number is 138 … Xiong Yinloong's expression was solemn as he spoke.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]