"Go to the black market to buy kidneys? Why don't you donate one of your kidneys? That saves money and has a high success rate of surgery."

Song Rui asked in confusion.

Because of blood relationship between mother and son, the success rate of kidney transplantation is much higher, and the postoperative rejection reaction will be much smaller. If it were him, he would definitely choose to donate the kidney to save his mother instead of going to the black market to spend a high price to buy kidneys.

"If possible, of course I would like to donate, but my mother is my stepmother. My biological mother died of dysfunction when she gave birth to me, so our kidneys don't match at all."

Kwong Zhizhong explained with a bitter look on his face.

After hearing this, Song Rui realized that he had misunderstood the other party. Kwong Zhizhong was obviously a filial son who could sell his ancestral sword for his stepmother. This made him admire him.

"I can't help you with anything else. I'll transfer 500,000 to you later. I wish your mother a successful surgery and a quick recovery."

Song Rui looked at Kwong Zhizhong and said blessed.

If it is in the early stage of uremia, he may also use Chinese medicine and acupuncture to help the other party to regulate and recover, but in the late stage, he is also powerless and can only give the other party some financial help.

"Thank you for your blessing, but you don't have to transfer the money anymore. We agreed that one million is one million, and I don't need other people's pity."

Kwong Zhizhong replied solemnly.

Although he is poor, he has a strong ambition and does not need other people's mercy.

Besides, this million is enough to make all kinds of expenses for curing diseases.

"That's OK."

Upon hearing this, Song Rui did not insist anymore.

Although it seems ridiculous in the eyes of some people that they are already so depressed that they are selling their ancestral treasure swords and still maintaining their dignity, in Song Rui's eyes, such people are more worthy of respect.

"I won't tell you anymore, I have to go back to the hospital. Let's see you again if we have the chance."

Kwong Zhizhong was still thinking about his mother in the hospital, so he quickly left after saying goodbye to Song Rui.

"Old Song, let's go quickly, I'm worried that that kid will cause trouble for us just now."

After Kwong Zhizhong left, Zhou Yihang whispered.

"OK."

Song Rui was not afraid of Zhuang Muyang, but he didn't come to Jinguan to fight with others, so he left the prosperous dynasty with Zhou Yihang.

Just as the two were about to take a taxi, the fat man He An suddenly caught up with them again.

"I wonder if my brother can bear the pain of giving up love and give me the knife just now, I can pay three million!"

He An discussed with Song Rui and added two million directly to Song Rui when he bought it.

He didn't know that this knife was one of the ten magic weapons of Daxia Longque, but he also saw that the inscriptions were large seal scripts, and he could basically confirm that this was an ancient treasure sword, so he deliberately promoted that this knife was a fake, thinking that he would pick up a vacancy after everyone left.

But he didn't expect that Song Rui would be the first to be promoted. If he had known that it was the result, he would have bought the knife as soon as possible.

"I'm going to use this knife myself, and I don't plan to sell it."

Song Rui looked at the other party and refused.

His strength has reached its peak. If he has this magic weapon assisted, it would be like a tiger with wings. In the future, there will be no number of people in the entire China.

Song Rui is telling the truth, but in He An's opinion, he must have despised the low price he bought.

After pondering for a moment, He An continued, "Five million, can I buy this knife for five million?"

“Not selling.”

Song Rui shook his head without hesitation.

"Ten million! This is my bottom line. Even if this knife is taken to auction, it will be at most this price. Brother, please give it to me."

He An said gritting his teeth and giving his limit to endure.

"I said I won't sell it, so don't waste your time."

Song Rui rejected He An again, then reached out to stop a taxi.

Seeing Song Rui and the others getting in the car, He An, who was a little unwilling to give up, quickly took out a business card and handed it to Song Rui.

"Brother, this is my business card. If you change your mind, you can contact me at any time. By the way, you offended Mr. Zhuang just now. I guess he should cause trouble for you tomorrow. You have to be careful."

He An lies on the lathe and reminds Song Rui.

"Thank you."

Song Rui thanked him, and then asked the taxi master to drive away.

"He An, General Manager of Lan Baozhai, I'm going, I didn't expect that this old boy is Lan Baozhai's boss."

Zhou Yihang took a look at the business card from Song Rui and said in surprise.

"Do you know him?"

Song Rui raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know you, but when I came here, I saw someone mentioning Lan Baozhai when I was looking up the travel guide online, saying that the store sells good things. If you want to buy antiques and jewelry, you can buy them here, and they are definitely real."

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"No wonder this guy is so good at acting."

Song Rui smiled and said.

He knew that people like these who trade antique calligraphy and paintings are the best at acting. Even if they want a treasure in ten minutes, in order to buy it at a low price, or to avoid being placed on the ground by the owner, they usually choose to belittle the treasure first and then take the opportunity to take it down. This is their common trick.

Next, the two of them didn't say anything more. It was not until they returned to the hotel that Zhou Yihang couldn't wait to ask: "Old Song, can you tell me what special thing about this knife? Why was Fatty He willing to spend so much money to buy it just now?"

At first, like most people, he regarded this knife as a handicraft.

But later he saw Zhuang Muyang coming out to grab the knife with Song Rui, and He An offered another 10 million to buy the knife, and then he realized that this was definitely not a valuable modern imitation, otherwise the two people would not want to get it so much.

"This knife is the Daxia Dragon Bird, one of the ten great magic weapons in ancient times. It cuts iron like mud and kills people without blood. If calculated based on the value of collection, it is worth at least 100 million! But to me, it is a priceless treasure."

Zhou Yihang is his brother, so Song Rui did not hide the information about the knife from him by then.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yihang's mouth grew so much that he could stuff an egg into it.

"I'll go, just a knife breaks is worth 100 million?"

Zhou Yun asked incredibly that poverty really limited his imagination.

"I will correct you again. This is not a broken knife. This is the Great Xia Dragon Bird, one of the top ten magic weapons!"

Song Rui said solemnly.

Although the Daxia Dragon Bird has always been a family heirloom of Kwong Zhizhong's family, it has been secretly cast and has never played its due value.
Chapter completed!