140 Chapter 140: He Was Very Sad

A gust of wind blew over and hit Miao Fuquan's head. The few hairs on the back of his head were all messed up.

He couldn't believe his eyes, and simply snatched Jiang Xiaohu's phone and stared at it carefully.

"No, how is this possible?" Miao Fuquan said to himself.

The amount of money on the mobile phone has changed from 100,000 to 250,000.Just now when they were in a mess, Jiang Xiaohu's mobile phone unexpectedly increased by 150,000!

"What's impossible?" Zhang Fugong saw Miao Fuquan's expression and felt something was wrong, so he leaned in to look at it. After seeing it, he was dumbfounded.

Miao Juhua was not convinced, and came up to look at it, suddenly dumbfounded.

Three people stood there stupidly, Jiang Xiaohu hummed a little tune: "I smile proudly, I smile proudly, smile to see that Hong Chen is not old~"

Zhang Xiaohua was weird, so she took a look, and suddenly covered her mouth in surprise: "So many, Brother Huzi~"

Jiang Xiaohu winked her eyes playfully: "Daughter-in-law, does your husband have the skills?"

"Yeah!" A daughter-in-law, flustered Zhang Xiaohua, she nodded shyly, sweet in her heart.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua desperately desires that this is not a scene, but a reality.If I can really marry Jiang Xiaohu, I will be very happy in the future.

She stood in front of Jiang Xiaohu, her head reaching only her chin.Looking down at the shadows on the ground, one long and one short, so fit.Looking at Jiang Xiaohu's arm again, he found it was like an iron strike, with bulging veins, and a manly man.

The more the girl looks, the more she likes it, and the more she looks, the more her face gets red.Over there, Zhang Fugong and his wife broke free from the shock and looked at Jiang Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaohua successively.

The two of them also doubted that in just a few minutes, Jiang Xiaohu's bank card had so much money.

They didn't know that just ten minutes ago, Jiang Xiaohu and Meng Na and Xu Linglong sent short messages separately.The two responded successively.

"Sister Na, are you there? Do me a favor and borrow some money for urgent use. You can also give me part of the purchase price first."

"Mr. Xu is embarrassed, can I give me a part of my ginseng money first? Need it urgently."

Both people responded quickly to the news, surprisingly in agreement: "Of course."

That's it, Jiang Xiaohu's bank card has an extra 150,000.He didn't know how the 150,000 yuan came, or who called it.But he knew that both Xu and Meng must trust him very much.This made Jiang Xiaohu very proud and touched.

Seeing Miao Fuquan dumbfounded now, Jiang Xiaohu particularly enjoyed it.

"How about it, uncle, who loses and who wins now?" Jiang Xiaohu asked with a smile.

Miao Fuquan was sweaty and his head was blank.Coming here today, he bought more than two thousand yuan as a gift, but he came with the determination to win.The results of it?Lost, lost the battle, lost the wife and broke down.

"You, you lie!" Miao Fu said nothing, "This is not your money at all, right?"

"It's not my money, is it yours?" Jiang Xiaohu's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, just as Miao Fuquan mocked his smile before, "I'm here to ask you, who is willing to put hundreds of thousands in your account for nothing?"

Miao Fu was stunned for a moment, speechless.

In this era of extreme lack of trust, money is very sensitive.Especially businessmen, everyone is walking cautiously on thin ice.Miao Fuquan is a contractor and runs around, knowing this best.Of course, he himself still owes hundreds of thousands of wages to migrant workers.

"Then where did your money come from?" Miao Fuquan began to think about him, but refused to admit that he had lost.

Jiang Xiaohu sighed: "Don't interrupt with me. If you lose, you lose. I also tell you, don't say that I will be richer than you now. In the future, you don't even think about my wealth. I’m not afraid to tell you the truth about the money. It’s the payment from my customer. But even though it’s the payment and the business is my own, the money is naturally my own. Now, I give this money to my wife as The bride price."

After speaking, Jiang Xiaohu stuffed the bank card into Zhang Xiaohua's hand: "Daughter-in-law, you have to take it." He exhorted, as if he was serious.

Zhang Xiaohua was deeply involved in the play, and she nodded excitedly.Not for money, just for that love, that sentence of wife.

Miao Fu's face turned from black to purple and then to black.He was holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and the cigarettes were crushed by him.

"You, you cheated! This doesn't count!" Miao Fuquan said.

Jiang Xiaohu pointed to his mobile phone: "Does that count? Listen to the recording yourself!"

Miao Fuquan touched his pocket and realized that he had placed the wallet on the stool.He bent down again and picked up the wallet, but although there were many bank cards in the wallet, only those two were rich.Other bank cards are furnishings, especially credit cards. Not only do they have no money, they owe a lot of money.

It is rumored that he is a millionaire. In fact, he can describe his economic situation like this-there is money, and hundreds of thousands can be easily taken out.But his debts are several times more than deposits.If one is not paying attention, he can fall into the abyss.

Miao Fuquan wanted to take a good wife home before she fell in.For these, Zhang Fugong and his wife are of course unclear.

But now?Completely disturbed by this kid in front of him, Miao Fu was full of anger, yelled, and rushed towards Jiang Xiaohu.

Jiang Xiaohu dodges in a hurry, not afraid.Now in the era of the rule of law, you can't do anything indiscriminately.But he is not afraid of the opponent doing it.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xiaohu said, and at the same time he rushed to stop Zhang Xiaohua and waved, "Xiaohua, stay away. This guy is a lunatic, how can you marry him? I see his problem, I'm afraid not. It's just this."

The following sentence was for Zhang Fugong and his wife.But the couple had only money in their eyes.Whoever has the money is their son-in-law, and now they don't care about Jiang Xiaohu and Miao Fuquan who wins.

Now, Miao Juhua has also changed his mentality.

Humph, if Jiang Xiaohu had money, he could be her son-in-law.It's okay, I will later become his mother-in-law, and then settle accounts with him slowly.

Miao Fuquan chased Jiang Xiaohu, grabbed his arm and twisted vigorously.In the end, Jiang Xiaohu pinned his arm to his arm, and then gently pushed, the whole person staggered and fell to the ground.It just so happened that there was a pile of chicken poop under his nose, which was perfectly placed on the tip of his nose.

"Bah!" Miao Fuquan stinks, and feels sad and ashamed.Well, I can't beat it, and I can't beat money, he is sad!

After getting up, Miao Fuquan stared at Miao Juhua: "Sangu, what do you say?"

Miao Juhua said: "Oh, what are you fighting? Have something to say. Fuquan, are you okay, Fuquan? Let me get you a towel and wash your face!"

He seemed to be very concerned, but he didn't answer Miao Fuquan's words directly.Who is Miao Fuquan, old fritters.When he saw this, he knew it, oh, Miao Juhua, I understand you.

Miao Fuquan grabbed his wallet and phone angrily, turned and walked out.After walking out of the door, he turned back, picked up the gift box, and then turned and walked out.

It was not until he started the car that Zhang Fugong and his wife came back to their senses.Zhang Fugong simply cursed: "This bastard thing is stingy to death. I bought all the gifts and put them down. Anything to take back?"

He spit on the ground fiercely again, thinking that the villagers must have read a joke today.

However, when he turned around and saw that Jiang Xiaohu and his daughter were so good, and saw the bank card in his daughter's hand, Zhang Fugong's mood actually improved again.

He had already figured out a set of rhetoric in his heart to deal with the villagers' rants.