Chapter 2595： You have to send money, you ca n’t stop it!

"If you dare to rob Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will desperately fight you--"

Living away is like a "lion" whose territory has been violated.

In response, Liu Dafu spewed two white air from his nostrils and hummed coldly, said;

"Mom sells lots, you old man is dead!"

"Even if I don't give it to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will not pay for it myself!"

Then, Liu Dafu set his sight on Zhang Xiaofan again.

The expression on his face was like a trick, and a smile was drawn directly from his greasy fat face, charming and pleased, said;

"Well ... Mr. Zhang, you saw everything just now."

"I don't know if you still have this kind of dragon whip in your hand? I'm willing to buy 1 million for you!"

"1000000?!"

After hearing this, it was Zhang Xiaofan's turn for a moment.

To be honest, this is also Zhang Xiaofan's first time to make wine. It is different from the well-prepared Longjing, which was sold last time.

Last time, Zhang Xiaofan sold the "Super Longjing" in Qian Yuanjiang's old house.

That is mainly to help the villagers and fathers of Xingfu Village to get rich, to run a well-off society, and to take off the hats of poor villages.

And this dragon whip wine, that is purely made by Zhang Xiaofan last time.

I plan to have nothing to drink to relieve my fatigue, and I have never had any desire to use this "dragon whip" to gain much benefit for myself.

Even the bottle containing this "Dragon Whip Wine" was picked by Zhang Xiaofan who never knew which corner horn ...

Therefore, when Zhang Xiaofan heard this casual bottle of "Dragon Whip Wine", some people really felt slightly surprised at the price of 1 million.

However, Zhang Xiaofan thought for a moment and wanted to understand the mystery.

Indeed, as far as the top wealthy people in general like Cheng Jiadong and Liu Dafu are concerned.

Things like money are really in their eyes, it's just a series of numbers that don't make much sense.

Making money and spending money is just a small "number game" in the eyes of Cheng Jiadong and Liu Dafu.

They can spend this one million to buy this bottle of dragon whip wine that can "rejuvenate the man's strong wind."

Simply put, this is the situation now that Zhang Xiaofan doesn't want to make money.

But Cheng Jiadong and Liu Dafu were holding their thighs, crying, shouting, begging to send a wonderful rhythm of money in their hands.

As he thought, Zhang Xiaofan didn't show any sense on the surface.

It's still the posture of the ancient wells, eyes and nose, nose and heart.

Just when Zhang Xiaofan was about to say something, he wanted to resolve the farce that happened in front of himself.

But at this time, Cheng Jiadong was alive, like an old cat who had been trampled on his tail, and yelled on the spot.

"What? Liu Dafu, such a good baby who is so eager but not eager for it, you want to buy it for a million dollars!"

"It's hard to get cement in your head!"

"Mr. Zhang, otherwise, I'll pay 2 million, regardless of how much dragon whip there is ..."