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Chapter 690

Yang Tianhuang snorted: "Made, this kid understands Feng Shui and is also a warrior. Who is he?"

Qian Ji said: "I also sent someone to check his old background. He was originally a very ordinary working person in Jiangcheng. Later, he was supported by the wealthy Xia family and Feng family in Jiangcheng, and had his current industry. As for why he is a warrior,

I didn't find this. However, I found out that he had been looking for people in Jiangcheng to collect medicinal materials for more than a hundred years, so I suspect that his identity as a warrior should have been triggered by spiritual medicine in the short term. It was not from cultivation."

Yang Tianhuang's head began to hurt severely. He covered his head, groaned a few times, and then said: "You call Chen Xingran now! Give him a billion to remove the Feng Shui pattern! I don't want to fight with him for the time being!



Qian Ji said in his heart: "This is the first time in many years that Mr. Yang is willing to pay for peace. Chen Xingran is indeed a bit capable."

After Yang Tianhuang's physical pain relieved for a while, his eyes became cold again. He said to Qianji: "First find a way to let this kid remove the Feng Shui pattern on me. When I recover, no matter what the price, I have to.

This boy has no place to die."

At this time, Chen Xingran had already returned to the hotel. He had just taken a hot bath, and then lay lazily on the bed. Before going to bed, he turned on the D-sound and entered the live broadcast room of his company. He watched the live broadcast for a while.

.

It was already eleven o'clock, but the popularity remained at 800,000. At about eleven o'clock, Chen Xingran also snatched it, and as a result, 10,000 pre-sales were released.

The code was robbed instantly.

"It seems that the company's products are very popular. I don't know how much money can I earn from the Rejuvenation Series skin care products."

At this moment, Chen Xingran's cell phone suddenly rang.

The call was a strange number.

Chen Xingran was watching the live broadcast and was suddenly interrupted by a phone call, which made him very upset, but Chen Xingran still answered the phone.

"Chen Xingran, it's me."

Chen Xingran heard that Qian Ji was on the other end of the phone, and he immediately said in a very bored voice: "Who are you? Oh, you are that Qian, Qian Ji, right?"

Chen Xingran's last deliberate tone made Qian Ji a little embarrassed.

"Chen Xingran, Mr. Yang wants to see you."

"I've said it, no see, no see, no see, no see, no see, that guy who was kicked and ruined by me didn't tell you?"

When Qian Ji mentioned the monkey who was kicked and killed by Chen Xingran, he felt a little embarrassed again. The first thing he said when the monkey met before was that Mr. Yang wanted to see you, but the monkey was kicked and killed by Chen Xingran.

"Chen Xingran, we had some misunderstandings before. This time Mr. Yang wants to see you, because he wants to reconcile with you."

"I really want to see me?"

"real."

"Then let him come here by himself."

"Mr. Yang has now fallen into your Feng Shui technique, and his body cannot move."

"If you can't move, then carry it over. If you ask for someone, you must look like you ask for someone!"

Qian Ji became more and more annoyed as he talked, but he forced himself to hold back his temper and continued, "Chen Xingran, we are negotiating with you this time with sincerity. As long as you are willing to terminate the Feng Shui situation, we are willing to give you one billion,

If you are not satisfied with one billion, we will all...

Chen Xingran said, "I'm going to sleep!"

Then he hung up the phone.

Qian Ji was dismissed by Chen Xingran, and he was stunned.

I, Cao, actually died just now, and I haven't finished speaking yet.
Chapter completed!
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