I have 9000 trillion childcare funds

The reason why Jiang Chen still wanted to speak out was because apart from his Tai Chi Twelve Needles and the Seal of Life and Death, the old man Ye Shanfeng's injury could only be cured by some special medicinal materials.

And Wanlingcao is the easiest to find among these medicinal materials.

As for other medicinal materials, it is impossible to exist in this world.

For example, burying fairy grass, which is a kind of medicinal material that grows in the Valley of Ten Thousand Immortals according to legend.

Another example is Emperor Luohua, which is even more precious.

……

The old man Ye Shanfeng clasped his fists and said, "Thank you little brother for telling me about the Wanlingcao. It's just that this is the first time I've heard of this kind of medicinal material. I don't know where I can find it?"

Jiang Chen smiled wryly and said: "Actually, I don't know either, but with the strength of your Ye family, you should be able to find out some news."

"It seems like this is the only way to go." Ye Shanfeng nodded, a little disappointed, but didn't say much.

Originally, he thought that since Jiang Chen could tell the existence of the medicinal material called Wanlingcao, he should also know the whereabouts of Wanlingcao, but now it seems that he must rely on the strength of his family to help find it.

In fact, for so many years, he didn't want to trouble the family too much. After all, since he was injured, the family has done a lot for him. Before, he helped find the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, but now he wants the family to help him find the magic grass. He felt a little sorry.

At this moment, Ye Qingjun who was drinking milk tea suddenly said: "Grandpa, isn't there an auction recently? I heard from sister Qingcheng that there will be a lot of special medicinal materials in this auction, maybe we will be there What about the panacea that I want!"

"I hope!" Ye Shanfeng smiled. In fact, he didn't have much hope for this auction. After all, he had bought a lot of medicinal materials from the auction over the years, but none of them could cure the disease. Regardless of his injury, as time goes by, he will have no hope.

"Auction?" Jiang Chen showed an interested expression: "The auction you mentioned was held by the Jiangcheng Wanshang Chamber of Commerce?"

Ye Qingjun rolled his eyes and said, "Who would have such strength if it wasn't held by the Wanshang Chamber of Commerce?"

"However, those who participated in the auction were all people of status and status, and at worst they were first-class families."

She looked Jiang Chen up and down: "As for you, you probably can't even enter the gate!"

"Can food be delivered inside?" Jiang Chen asked.

The takeaways he sends out now are not milk tea, fast food, or daily necessities such as paper towels. These are all cheap commodities. If he can deliver some high-value takeaways, won’t the rewards he gets be even more generous?

In fact, Jiang Chen wanted to give it a try a long time ago, but he never got such a list.

It may be different if you can go to the auction and give the bidders the treasures you bought.

The bidding value is extremely high, perhaps only one order is required, and the rewards are not comparable to what it is now.

In this way, he doesn't have to deliver so many takeaway orders every day.

But the premise is that the bidder can rest assured to hand over the treasure he took.

For this point, Jiang Chen has his own way!

Ye Qingjun was dumbfounded: "You don't want to go in this way, do you?"

"Is there a problem?" Jiang Chen asked.

Ye Qingjun was speechless.

Not only is there a problem, but the problem is huge.

Don't you know that the people who enter the auction are all distinguished people? Have you ever seen them order takeaway?
But before she could speak, the white-haired old man Ye Shanfeng suddenly said: "Little brother, if you want to enter the auction, I can send you an invitation letter."

"Then thank you, old man." Jiang Chen didn't refuse. In fact, it wasn't difficult for him to get an invitation letter from the chamber of commerce, but the other party asked, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Actually, I should be the one who should be thanked the most. It is a great favor for my little brother to tell me the news of Wanlingcao. I just made a favor." Ye Shanfeng smiled: "Even if there is no me, with Isn't it easy to get an invitation letter as a little brother?"

Jiang Chen smiled, didn't deny it, and after reporting the address, he turned and left.

Of course.

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Ye Qingjun to give him a good review.

It's just that when he walked out of the park, he only received a three-star review. The reason was: "The milk tea is so-so. If it wasn't for the good-looking little brother, I would have given a bad review."

Seeing this comment, Jiang Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

Does this count as a stick and a candy?
Is the milk tea good? You go to the store to complain. What's the matter with embarrassing me, a takeaway brother?

"As long as it's milk tea, it won't be well received." Jiang Chen muttered, this is the experience he gave.

From delivering food to the present, he has delivered [-] cups of milk tea instead of a thousand cups, but none of them were well-received.

It can be ranked in the top three of his bad reviews.

The first two are fast food and ingredients.

……

in the park.

Ye Qingjun was quite puzzled by his grandfather's attitude towards Jiang Chen, whether this is considered a big love or not, it made her a little jealous.

Is grandpa also a face value control?

Naturally, she wouldn't say this, but said in confusion: "Grandpa, we only have one invitation letter in total, where are you going to get him an invitation letter?"

Speaking of this, her expression changed: "You don't want to give him our card, do you?"

Ye Shanfeng nodded: "Not bad."

Seeing his grandfather nodding, Ye Qingjun hurriedly said, "Grandpa, you gave it to him, so what shall we do?"

"Isn't there still in Qingcheng? Each invitation letter can bring two people. When the time comes, we will go there with Qingcheng." Ye Shanfeng said lightly.

"Grandpa, is it because he provided you with information about the Myriad Immortal Grass?" Ye Qingjun asked puzzled.

"Not only that," Ye Shanfeng asked, "Do you know who he is?"

Ye Qingjun said nonchalantly: "Isn't he just a delivery man!"

I thought I just gave him a three-star review!

"He is indeed delivering food," Ye Shanfeng said with a smile, "But do you think a food delivery person can afford to live in Jiangjingwan Villa?"

Ye Qingjun was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said in surprise: "Grandpa, you said he is the Mr. Jiang who is very popular on the Internet now? But he is so rich, why is he delivering food?"

She was puzzled, very puzzled!

What can a boss who is worth hundreds of billions of dollars do to make money by doing food delivery?
And it’s better for you to open a food delivery company than to deliver food yourself!
"Maybe this is love!" Ye Shanfeng smiled, and he couldn't understand what the other party was thinking.

But what shocked him the most was not this, but that this Jiang Chen might still be an ancient Qi refiner stronger than himself, otherwise it would be impossible for him to state his realm so clearly.

He had never seen such a young ancient Qi refiner.

Being so young and promising also surprised him beyond words.

There are successors on the path of the ancient Qi refiner.

If an ordinary young man said in front of him that Wanlingcao could heal his old wounds, he would definitely not take it to heart. After all, as the elder of the Ye Patriarchal Council, he had lived for decades, and he was older than the head of the Ye family. To be tall, what medicinal materials have never been heard of, but the Wanlingcao is unheard of?

And what an ancient Qi refiner said is naturally credible, and the other party has no need to deceive him.