A sound came out.

The owner of the ghost stall had a quick hand and quickly pulled the Pos machine back at the moment when Wen Keren was about to swipe the card.

When Ji Haotian heard someone intercepting the bell, he sternly looked at him and turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a woman.

The woman looks pretty and her hair flutters in the wind. Two guards behind her are looking at each other, and Kong Wu is powerful.

On the side is the famous medical saint of the northern country, Chen Muzhi.

It was actually the woman Ji Haotian saw in the parking lot before.

"Fan Ke?"

Shi Hongxiao was shocked when he recognized this woman.

In Yunzhou, the six valuations rank supreme, and no one can compete with the six sects regardless of business and political circles.

But the Fan family is an exception.

Because the Fan family comes from the imperial city of Yanjing.

The head of the family, Fan Xunzhang, joined the army and had great military achievements. He was granted the title of marquis when he was young and was the King of Pingxi.

Wen Tao and martial arts.

It will shine for thousands of years.

The Fan family was the royal family and had a great business. Fan Ke was the youngest daughter of Fan Xunzhang, the King of Pingxi, who was in charge of the northern industries of the Fan family.

Yunzhou branch is just one of the small industries of the Fan family, and Fan Ke rarely comes, but no one from all the wealthy and wealthy businessmen in Yunzhou dares to have the idea of ​​this company.

Even the six lords never provoke the Fan family. Although there is something to say that the strong dragon will not suppress the local snake, the Fan family goes out to sea with the Canglong.

Who dares to mess with it?

Shi Hongxiao was born in a chamber of commerce. Although he did not have much real power, he was well-informed and relying on connections to maintain the chamber of commerce, so he recognized the famous Miss Fan family at a glance.

However, although he knew Fan Ke, Fan Ke did not know him.

Although Fan Ke was named by Shi Hongxiao, he ignored him and looked at Ji Haotian instead.

For some reason, this man actually made Fan Ke, who was used to the storm, feel a little unusual.

Fan Ke's eyes were only attracted by Ji Haotian for a moment, and then he turned his attention to the owner of the ghost stall:

"The rules of the ghost stalls are, the higher the price will be, right?"

"That's right, money is traded, money is first and then goods are given."

The stall owner was profit-oriented. When he saw someone willing to pay a high price, he immediately responded with a smile.

Ji Haotian's face turned cold. Unexpectedly, there was someone who dared to compete with him for something.

It seems that Zhao Shangqing is probably not the only one who is not afraid of death today.

Fan Ke had no time to take care of Ji Haotian's gaze and looked at Chen Muzhi:

"Yi Sheng Chen, are you sure this medicine is useful to my grandfather's condition?"

A sincere expression.

Worried.

"Miss Fan, I'm sorry that Mr. Fan is now terminally ill, and I'm afraid Hua Tuo will not be able to make the world come true even if he is alive."

Chen Muzhi told him frankly:

"If I read it correctly, this pill is the Faxie Dinggong Pill refined by Ji Zhennan, a saint of the Chinese medicine practitioner, during his lifetime. This product is called the first of hundreds of pills and is the most amazing medicine in the north. If you take this pill, it may also slow down the condition of Mr. Fan."

"My father is fighting against the enemy at the border of the Western Frontier. When he learned that his grandfather was seriously ill, he told me to take good care of his grandfather. When he returns, even if this medicine cannot cure his grandfather, I will feel at ease if he can last for a while."

As Fan Ke spoke, a look of pain flashed between his eyebrows, and then he looked at the owner of the ghost stall:

"Swipe the card!"

Seeing that Fan Ke was about to compete for his father's belongings, Ji Haotian was about to stop him, but unexpectedly, another person came over beside him and looked at Fan Ke with a smile:

"Miss Fan, such a coincidence? Yo, Mr. Shi is here too!"

The young man who was about twenty-seven or eight years old, dressed in luxurious clothes and had extraordinary temperament. He also brought two bodyguards behind him, and he looked like a rich child.

"Hello, Mr. Wen."

When Shi Hongxiao saw the young man coming, he cursed in his heart that he was unlucky.

He just heard that this samaridonite was left by Ji Zhennan, and he planned to buy it first and give it to Ji Susu as a gift. Unexpectedly, in an instant, two people fought for it, and they were all people he could not afford to offend.

Because the young man who came later was named Wen Junxing, who was the son of Wen Qimin, a local official in Yunzhou. His father was a senior official, so naturally he could not be punished by a businessman like Shi Hongxiao.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Fan Ke's face turned cold. At this moment, Wen Junxing appeared in front of this dilapidated ghost stall.

Why did it come out?

Wen Junxing smiled slightly, glanced at the Faxie Dinggong Wan on the counter, then looked at Chen Muzhi beside Fan Ke, and said with a smile:

"Miss Fan, I heard that your Fan family's hometown is already terminally ill. As the eldest granddaughter, you are not with the old man, so why do you have the leisure and elegance to come here to stroll around?"

"You don't have to worry about my Fan family."

Fan Ke ignored Wen Junxing and looked at the stall owner:

"Wrap the medicine."

"Let's wait!"

Wen Junxing smiled slightly:

"I bought this medicine."

Seeing that Wen Junxing was indeed coming for this pill, Fan Ke frowned:

"Wen Junxing, you should know the consequences of going against my Fan family!"

"I am against the Fan family? Where did this come from? Miss Fan, please don't blame Wen."

Wen Junxing smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant:

"This ghost stall has the rules of the ghost stall. Here, no title is useful. The store only recognizes money. Since it is a business, the higher the price will naturally be the one who gets it."

Wen Junxing turned around and looked at the stall owner as he spoke:

"Twenty million!"

When Fan Ke saw Wen Junxing not afraid at all, his face turned cold:

"Wen Junxing, do you know what will happen if you delay my Fan family's affairs!"

"hehe."

Wen Junxing smiled but said nothing.

Ji Haotian saw that Fan Ke and Wen Junxing were in a stalemate because they snatched the pills, but instead did not speak.

After all, he was determined to win this Faxie Dinggong Maru.

Besides, only by buying this medicine can he find the real client through the stall owner.

"Thirty million!"

Fan Ke was eager to get the medicine back to treat his grandfather, so he increased the price again.

"Fifty million."

Wen Junxing had already found a next deal before he arrived. With this change of hand, he could make at least several hundred million profits, so he naturally would not retreat.

As both sides continued to bid, the surrounding merchants were also attracted and surrounded the stall.

In places like ghost stalls, there are not many goods that can be entitled to tens of millions of dollars.

"If you don't increase the price, this pill will belong to this young master."

When the stall owner heard this offer, he was also very enthusiastic.

"Wen Junxing, do you really think that my Fan family is a paper-filled tiger?"

Seeing Wen Junxing constantly entangled, Fan Ke looked angry:

"I'll pay 500 million!"

It is a sound.

The whole scene vibrates

For 500 million yuan, what is the deal to buy a pill at a ghost stall?

"Are you still robbing? Today I will bid for 10 billion yuan, and I will accompany you!"

Fan Ke's chest was slightly undulating, and his face was full of anger.

Grandpa's situation is getting worse and worse. If he delays for one minute less, the old man's chance of survival is a little higher.

Money is just a string of numbers for the Fan family who was a marquis who was a marquis.
To be continued...