In the end, Zhang Liang left in tears.

Ma Fei, that bastard, with a flick of the bird's paw, three threes equals nine, three nines and forty-seven, plus money for excavation, tea, consecration, ritual money, corpse cleansing money, corpse burning money, fuel money... plus fighting money...

He was given a 12% discount for the loss.

All in all, the total is 13.5 million silver coins.

Zhang Liang knew that this guy could open his mouth like a lion, but he didn't expect his mouth to be so big.

The previous three had increased nine times to only 4.5 million, and this f*cking tripled again.

And what the hell is this 12% discount?

Before Zhang Liang could counter-offer, Ma Fei waved his hand and said: "No. 7 is out, only success and no failure, only discounts and no bargaining. If you can spend four and a half million, you don't care about spending an extra four hundred."

Five hundred thousand, and those who spent four and a half million more don’t care about spending another four and a half million!”

After saying that, he made the final decision: "That's it. I've decided happily. If you hold back your words, I'll break your bones if you speak again."

So, Zhang Liang took the price of 13.5 million and went home in tears to talk.

…

In midsummer, the heat is scorching, and the huge Lin'an City is a little more anxious and bored in the lively atmosphere.

The merchants' bargaining voices became obviously louder and more violent.

But this does not include Crematorium No. 7.

After the Liang family mobilized troops to attack Crematorium No. 7 and then retreated in despair, Crematorium No. 7 was "recognized" by the rules.

And it is the recognition of "advanced" rules.

Rules are extremely exclusive, and those outside the rules will inevitably be exploited by the rules.

Those who fall within the rules can just lie back and enjoy the convenience of the rules.

The obvious change is that no one in Cremation Room No. 7 dares to come to the door to cause trouble anymore. People who come to the door are always polite, even if they are dressed in rich clothes, even if they are cheering and cheering.

The lame middle-aged man disappeared, and the ill-intentioned officials and gangsters were frightened even when they came near.

Crematorium No. 7 is becoming a mysterious place among the people. He speaks carefully and has a very good temper.

Many people came with gifts and turned around and left without asking anything, just to look familiar.

There are even wealthy families and officials in the DPRK and China among them.

A person who could slap the Liang family in the mouth and still remain unharmed and prosperous in the Crematorium No. 7 is too imaginative.

But these have nothing to do with Qin He.

Ma Fei blocked all the "trouble" for him, only taking money and not doing anything unless a corpse was delivered to his door.

You love to give away, and any hesitation by Mr. Ma is a sign of disrespect for money.

If there are too few gifts, Mr. Ma can still curse at the door.

As for Qin He, if there are corpses and there are corpses, they will be burned, and if there are no corpses, they will listen to music. If anyone is displeased, they will use the Immortal Ban Ban Technique.

Qin He also wanted to keep a low profile, but his strength did not allow it.

Simply, it is no longer low-key.

Anyway, a scapegoat was thrown into the palace, but the old emperor didn't jump out.

I guess this is because I closed myself up and turned myself into a pile of withered bones.

If this is the case, then there is no need to be so cautious.

After all, the safety level has increased to 99%, so it is okay to be a little more high-profile.

Qin He walked to the street, sat down and rode the Lamborghini, with the little mink lying on his shoulders, enjoying himself, so leisurely.

Oncoming people got out of the way, and if they were in a group of two or three, they couldn't help but whisper.

The focus of their attention was not Qin He, nor the big black cow sitting down.

But it's the little mink on Qin He's shoulder.

At this moment, the little mink, all white in body and without a trace of hair, was lying on Qin He's shoulder, exuding bursts of oppressive aura.

It’s the Wheel Sea Realm!

This is a monster!

And it's a very high level monster.

His spiritual roots are transparent, his body is slender, dust-free, and his whole body has a natural aura, especially those dark red beast eyes, which are like gems.

In Nanfanbuzhou, the relationship between humans and monsters is not harmonious. In Lin'an City, ordinary people either kill monsters in groups or put them in animal cages.
Chapter completed!