Ye Luo took the signing and stamped bet and left the hospital in Su Ying's smug gaze.

In Su Ying's opinion, she will definitely win this time. It is impossible to book a room, but this time there is a proof of the words!

...

The Qingnian Road Police Station is very close to the First People's Hospital, just cross two streets.

It was already past ten o'clock at noon. Ye Luo walked while thinking about how to educate Chu Xiaohuan who had entered the rebellious period of youth in the future. This is a very difficult task.

In addition, Chu Xiaohuan has entered puberty and can no longer live in the same room with him. Ye Luo was wondering whether he should change to a two-bedroom and one-living house and rent it.

Chu Xiaohuan, the little loli, was raised too early and lived in the same room in summer. Looking at the little loli who only wore pink underwear in the room every day, she felt a sense of guilt, and it was not very convenient to take a bath, go to the toilet, and change clothes.

Alas, when the little loli enters puberty, there are more places to spend money.

But, it's very short of money.

"It's time to make some money. It's been three years, and the outside world should have forgotten me." Ye Luo murmured to himself.

There is a street named Babao Street in the two streets from the hospital to the police station. This street is also well-known in Nanjiang City because it sells antiques, fortune tellers, and precious medicinal materials on this street.

However, everyone knows that there are far more scammers on this street than merchants. Fakes are always trendy, antiques, fortune telling, and magical medicines. Occasionally, one of them is real and will spread for a long time.

Ye Luo walked past this street with thoughts.

suddenly.

He stopped.

Ye Luo keenly felt that the bead that had been silent for three years hanging on his neck suddenly shook, as if it was strongly suggesting something to Ye Luo.

Ye Luo was stunned.

Chu Tian, ​​the leader of the killer, snatched the beads with his life, and finally handed them over to Ye Luo along with his daughter. Ye Luo studied the bead for three years, roasting fire, electric shock, hammering, and dropping a drop of blood on the bead every day for three years, but he never made the bead react at all.

Ye Luo once thought that this might be a fake bead, and Chu Tian’s life was really worth it.

However, now this bead was shocked evilly.

Hallucination?

Ye Luo reached out and touched the bead hanging on his chest in confusion, and it was found that the bead was indeed still vibrating.

Moreover, the bead seemed to have sent him a message, causing him to stop, as if there was something precious nearby.

Ye Luo's face turned strange.

Could this bead become a spirit and can still convey information directly into his mind?

Ye Luo looked around and finally his eyes fell on a small street stall selling medicinal materials. The stalls were filled with ginseng, deer antlers, cordyceps, Tianshan snow lotus, Tai Sui, and all kinds of strange things.

Of course, anyone with a little common sense can recognize that the things on this stall are basically fake.

This kind of street stall is a fake stall that has not opened for three years and has been open for three years. Most of the streets are like this kind of stall and shop.

The stall was quite lively at this time, but it was just lively. Most of them were idle people who came to see the fun, and there were few rich fools who came here to be slaughtered.

However, the message conveyed by the bead on Ye Luo's neck seemed to be approaching this stall.

Ye Luo was puzzled and turned around and came over.

"Young man, what to buy? Ginseng, can strengthen kidney deficiency, strengthen body and bones, eat one, and the golden spear will not fall ten times a night!" The old man who set up a street stall saw a new face coming over and immediately began to sell his stuff.

"Puff--Wu Banxian, I remember last time a young man bought you a ginseng. After eating it, he had a stomachache for half a month." Next to the stall, a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, with a big gold chain seemed to have some celebrations with the old man who set up the stall.

"Boss Zhang, you can't say that. I'm all real people!" said the old man who set up a street stall.

The people watching the fun around the street stall couldn't help laughing when they saw Wu Banxian so serious. Everyone who often came knew that few of them were real people on this street.

Ye Luo also smiled, but didn't care.

His eyes fell on a dried clover and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ye Luo's superb medical skills are based on traditional Chinese medicine. He has an extremely keen intuition about medicinal materials. He can distinguish ordinary fake medicinal materials with his eyes closed.

But the three-leaf clover was somewhat out of Ye Luo's perception.

In Ye Luo's memory, it seems that there is no information about this kind of clover in the various pharmacopoeia records in China.

However, Ye Luo could clearly feel that there was a strange wave on the three-leaf spiritual herb. The bead hanging around his neck was attracted by this strange wave.

"How is it? Little brother, have you taken a fancy to this rare treasure medicinal material?" Wu Banxian had been placing the carpet for decades, and almost saw what Ye Luo wanted at a glance.

"Ha, not." Ye Luo shook his head.

"No?" Wu Banxian was puzzled.

"How much does this ginseng cost?" Ye Luo pointed to a ginseng as thick as a thumb next to the clover.

"This is a top-notch century-old ginseng. Young man, I see that your heaven is full and your magnificent. Such a good ginseng is very compatible with your temperament. In this way, I will give you a 50% discount. How about 300,000?" Wu Banxian said without blushing and his heart was beating.

"Hahaha, Wu Banxian, are you crazy about money? That's it, 300,000?" The middle-aged man in the big gold chain laughed without any concealment.

"Boss Zhang, this is true!" Wu Banxian said seriously again.

"Come on, two months ago, the one I bought back for 8,000 yuan, you also said it was true!" A hint of resentment flashed in the middle-aged man in Dajinlian's chain.

When the people watching in front of the stall heard this, they immediately understood that the middle-aged man with the big gold chain had been deceived.

"Of course it's true. There are no fakes on my stall." Wu Banxian was still calm. As a liar, if you want to deceive others, you have to deceive yourself first. Wu Banxian's decades of fraud have obviously reached this level.

"Oh, then I want it." Ye Luo said lightly without waiting for them to argue again.

"What? You want it?" The middle-aged man from Dajinlian glared and his body froze.

Even the onlookers were surprised. They couldn't help but look at Ye Luo. He was not outstanding in appearance and was wearing street stalls. He didn't look like a fool rich second-generation?

Could it be that the rich second generation nowadays like to pretend to be poor people?

Wu Banxian paused slightly, suppressed the ecstasy on his face, and said lightly: "Little brother, you are a person who knows the goods."

"Well, thank you for the praise, but the price seems to be a bit expensive. Let's do it like this. 300,000 is too much, so just three yuan." Ye Luo took out three coins from his pocket and handed them over.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!