Chapter 298： This instrument is not good

"Close!"

The middle-aged Taoist saw that everyone was blown away by the strong wind, and he just sipped and put away the bell.

"Is this the power of the magic weapon?"

Among the seven rich bosses who came with Chu Zhen at this time, the white-haired old man who had not spoken tremblingly walked towards the middle-aged Taoist priest.

When his old hands were about to touch the bell of the middle-aged Taoist, the middle-aged Taoist took a step back: "Sorry, old gentleman, this instrument cannot be slammed casually."

"Don't the master say that he wants to find someone with a love for this instrument?"

What do you think about aging? "

The white-haired old man said tremblingly to the middle-aged Taoist priest, "I really need your magic weapon. How is it good for the Taoist to give the old deceased a good connection?"

"Boss Cai, why did the Mr. He who you brought so insistently wanted this magic weapon?"

Tian Hong came to the bald boss Cai and asked curiously.

Mr. Cai whispered to him: "This Mr. He knows a big man in a cultivator, who will practice a panacea for longevity and longevity, but if he wants the other to give it, he must give him a magic weapon. …" "So Mr. He is going to use the device to change the medicine to prolong life?"

Tian Hong's yin and yang sarcastically sneered, "This person should believe in fate. If he is old, he will not die."

"Hush!

Tian Hong, are you dead?

Mr. He has a broad network of people. If you really hear him say this, ten of you are not enough to die. "

Boss Cai excitedly gestured to Tian Hong forbidden sound.

Although Tian Hong and Boss Cai spoke very quietly, Zhang Wanlin heard it clearly. He was also interested in the elixir that prolonged his life and remembered it in his heart.

Then he looked at the middle-aged Taoist again, because the Taoist had already stated his purpose.

"Since the old man needs it so much, and I have indeed encountered some difficulties, I urgently need a sum of money for relief. How about I sell it to you?"

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Mr. He mysteriously.

Mr. He can buy this instrument as soon as he takes the money. He said with excitement, "Okay, thank you, Director Dao, I am willing to pay 1 billion to buy this instrument!"

"hiss!"

"One billion?"

All the rich people present were shocked.

Chu was so shocked that his mouth could not be closed.

And Tian Hong, who was sitting on the big stone and rubbing his feet, was shocked and nearly fell to the ground.

"Mr. He, will ten billion yuan be too much?"

Boss Cai, as an inviter, felt he needed to remind He Lao, "Shall we discuss the price again?"

Mr. He shook his head: "Xiao Cai, thank you, but this is not necessary."

"Dao Chang's magic weapon is exactly what the old man needs. It costs 10 billion to make the Dao Chang cut his love. The old man thinks it is worth it."

Mr. He Lao began to ask the middle-aged Taoist priest for the bank card number, saying he wanted to transfer money.

"The old gentleman is very discerning. I have sold this instrument to you. I will sell it to you."

With that said, the middle-aged Taoist handed a note to the old gentleman: "This is my card number. If you call the money, I will give you this magic weapon."

"Good."

Mr. He Lao was excited to call his assistant to transfer money to the middle-aged Taoist priest. As a result, there was a burst of laughter from the quiet Shino.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged Taoist heard his laughter and glanced around. When he saw that the young kid Zhang Wanlin was laughing, he asked unhappyly, "I don't know what this little brother is laughing?"

The question of the middle-aged Taoist priest made everyone present to Zhang Wanlin.

Mr. He frowned slightly and looked at Chu Zhen with dissatisfaction: "Boss Chu, this junior was brought by you. He is so unruly, don't you teach him what is rule?"

"Mr. He, you are mistaken. This is not my junior. He is an expert I invited."

Chu Zhen asked Zhang Wanlin respectfully, "Mr. Zhang, do you see what is wrong with this instrument?"

"Mr. Zhang?"

Tian Hong and others heard Chu Zhen’s title to Zhang Wanlin and were all taken aback, allowing the emperor in the ancient city to be called a gentleman. That’s not a simple identity.

"problem?

Not a problem. "

Zhang Wanlin said boringly.

"Humph, you're the acquaintance."

The middle-aged Taoist saw that Zhang Wanlin didn't find his stubble. He immediately said to Mr. He, "Old Mr., let's continue trading."

Mr. He Lao was about to respond, and Zhang Wanlin went on to say: "Because this instrument is simply a defective product."

Zhang Wanlin stared at the middle-aged Taoist seriously, saying one word after another: "It will be completely destroyed once at most, and it will be worth 10 billion to buy a lesson, which is really enough for the local tyrants."

"enough!"

Boss Cai rebuked Zhang Wanlin, "What are you thinking of?"

Dare to publish rhetoric in front of us? "

"That is, if this thing is defective, can it just fan the wind?

The gust of wind is also merciful to the leader, otherwise we all have to be blown away. "

"I think this person is jealous of spending money and horror?"

"I also think it is, this person is a magical stick and deceives boss Chu."

"Same feeling, otherwise a little **** boy, will boss Chu call him Mr.?"

Several other rich people also began to scold Zhang Wanlin in a submissive manner.

Zhang Wanlin took his ear, and then looked at Mr. He: "Mr. He, isn't he?

If you need a magic weapon, I suggest you go to a regular auction house to see it. This kind of counterfeit goods suddenly popping up in the mountains, in my opinion, do not buy it, otherwise one billion yuan will really feed the dog. . "

"Ravage! Do you dare to say that the poor is a dog?"

Middle-aged morale pointed at Zhang Wanlin in a ruthless manner, "Okay, I won't sell it yet! Goodbye."

After talking, the middle-aged Taoist turned and wanted to go, and Old Master He quickly pulled him excitedly.

Then he stared gloriously at Zhang Wanlin: "Shut up for Lao Tzu, you dare to slap again, the old man sent someone to kill you!"

He Lao is really mad, and his body is getting worse, he wants to find a magic weapon for the master, and let him refine a longevity pill for himself.

It turned out that it was easy to find, but it was destroyed by someone, can he not hate it?

Tian Hong deflated his lips and said to Chu Zhen, "The boss Chu, I always think you have a vicious eye, but this Mr. Zhang in your mouth has no talent!"

"Anyway, if he is talented, will he only open a Chery QQ?

In my opinion, are you cheated? "

Tian Hong lamented, "This kind of person should let Master He send someone to teach him a lesson, otherwise he will not have long memories."

Chu Zhen saw that everyone was unhappy, he quickly said to Zhang Wanlin: "Mr. Zhang, let's not participate in the sale of Mr. He He, let's go inside."

"Okay, I'm in a lot of business."

Zhang Wanlin saw that everyone did not appreciate it, and was very unhappy in his heart. He simply didn't care about Mr. He anymore.

But his practice fell into the eyes of everyone, they were afraid, they despised Zhang Wanlin even more.