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Yang Fan explained the price increase to Bai Mei because the ingredients needed to make the secret medicine wine were too expensive, and he still had to pay 1000 yuan per catty. If Bai Mei thought 10,000 yuan was too expensive, she could give up her right to buy the secret medicine wine, and Yang Fan guaranteed that no matter who it was, he would sell it at 10,000 yuan per pot. If no one bought it, he would rather not do it.

Over the past few days, Bai Mei had been drinking a little of the medicinal wine made by Yang Fan every day, and she had indeed discovered the miraculous effects of the medicinal wine. Not only had her many ailments disappeared, even her skin seemed to have become more beautiful, and she was also brimming with energy.

She had already decided in her heart that when she went back, the price of the medicinal wine would rise, from 1280 RMB per cup to 2880 RMB per cup. Furthermore, the price would be reduced from two taels of silver per cup to one tael.

One could not blame Bai Mei for being too black-hearted. Compared to those poor merchants, her crystal palace was already considered very honest and had a good conscience.

In many high-end places, even if you spent money, you might not even be able to buy real things. Thousands of dollars worth of fake wine, fish wings made of starch, sea cucumbers with a large amount of brown sugar, this kind of phenomenon could be found everywhere.

After a round of negotiations, not only did the atmosphere between the three of them not change, it even became more heated.

She looked at Yang Fan with a frighteningly bright gaze. She didn't notice it herself, but Lin Xiaoling, who was standing at the side, did notice it, and her heart skipped a beat as she thought to herself, "Crap, this is my best friend from university, and I'm very likely going to fall for it."

Bai Mei was already 26 years old. As a beautiful woman, moreover, she was a very beautiful woman. At the age of 26, she had never been in a relationship before.

Bai Mei herself didn't know what it meant to be in love, what it meant to be in love. At 26, she still looked like an ignorant little girl, but she unconsciously felt like she wanted to get closer to Yang Fan, not knowing that she was sliding step by step towards the devil's lair.

Even though he didn't notice that Bai Mei was acting strangely towards him, his intuition told him that Bai Mei had no ill intentions towards him, and was very willing to be close to him. Thus, he was very happy, and prepared to coax her to have a good time and give her a present to play with.

Thus, Yang Fan found an excuse to stroll around. When he returned to the Wind Listening Pavilion, he was holding a huge watermelon that weighed over a hundred jin in his hands.

He told Bai Mei and Lin Xiaoling that he had left the watermelon outside on his car. Originally, he had planned to give it to Bai Mei as a gift, but now that the three of them were here, he decided to cut it open and let them taste it together to see how it tasted like.

Having a large watermelon growing occasionally in a watermelon field wasn't too strange, so Yang Fan didn't have to worry about exposing anything. In any case, he couldn't finish so many watermelons anyway.

As the owner of the four-star hotel in the Crystal Palace, Bai Mei had eaten a lot of famous fruits around the world, like black watermelon from the island country. The price was around $120, which was around the price of seven to eight hundred yuan.

Bai Mei had once bought one in the flagship store of Tokyo Qian Pi House when she was on her way to the island. The black, smooth watermelon had a special sweetness that people would never forget when they ate it. It was said that it only grew on the northernmost island of Japan, Hokkaido, and produced only 100 watermelons per year.

According to a tour guide, the most expensive black melon, which weighed 17 pounds, sold for $6,100 in 2008, or about 38.2 thousand yuan, and was known as the "fighting melon" of watermelons.

A watermelon costs 20,000 yuan, about 1,370 yuan;

A melon weighing 1.25 kg costs 12960 yen, or about 830 yuan;

A quaternary watermelon is 21 thousand yen, about 1,300 yuan;

A box of eight fruit jellies costs 3,996 yen, or about 260 yuan;

A box of fruit in season cost tens of thousands of yen and was worth thousands of yuan.

Looking at these fruits that could be considered to be the most expensive fruits in the world, almost everyone in the industry was dumbfounded. Even Bai Mei, the knowledgeable and knowledgeable boss was stunned.

However, when Bai Mei eats Yang Fan's spatial watermelon today, she will know what it means to be ignorant and ignorant, and never think that you know everything. The world is very big, and it's also very wonderful.

In front of the super delicious watermelon, the two beauties had already completely abandoned the reserved nature of a lady. They ate until their eyes were shining, the juice was flowing, they were afraid of being fat, who said they wanted to lose weight, if someone jumped out to stop them from eating the watermelon, the two beauties would fight him to the death, even the original owner of the watermelon, Yang Fan, would not be able to do so.

The fragrance of the watermelon was simply too alluring, even the female tea artist who was just passing by the room was attracted over. Yang Fan saw two beautiful girls in classical attire poking their heads out of the door, smiling as he invited them in, inviting them to have a taste as well. This large watermelon weighed about 150 Jin.

At first, the two young tea masters were a little embarrassed, but after they took their first bite of the watermelon, their shyness and modesty were instantly gone. They wolfed down their food like two little tigers, as if they hadn't eaten in days.

After a while, the shop manager who was inspecting the second floor discovered that the two younger sister tea masters were missing. He found his way to the Wind Listening Pavilion after smelling the aroma and saw the two kids happily eating without a care in the world.

"Come, come, come. This beauty is too polite. Come in and have a taste of our watermelon." Looking at the beautiful woman standing outside the door, her temperament and clothes seemed to be even higher than the two young teahouse girls', he hurriedly invited her. Yang Fan saw another beautiful woman standing outside the door, looking like the beautiful woman standing outside the door, and looking at her temperament and clothes, she seemed to be even higher than the two young teahouse girls.

Faced with the temptation of the Spatial Watermelon, he still maintained his graceful posture as he walked into the private room. He first gave a slight bow to Yang Fan as a form of thanks, before revealing an enchanting professional smile as he elegantly pointed his orchid fingers, slicing off a thin piece of the watermelon before placing it between his slightly parted red lips.