The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

As soon as Mr. Bai came out, the aura of the middle-aged man in Tang suit holding an iron ball obviously dropped.

Someone in the crowd was asking: "Who do you want me to introduce? Five hundred thousand is all I can ask for. That's quite generous!"

Someone recognized it and whispered: "I don't know, this is the fifth master of the Bai family, Bai Juntang, a famous naughty master in our capital!"

"Aren't all the Bai family doctors?"

"Hey, a mule is born among the stables, and a wolf is born among the wolves. Don't you want a man who knows how to play in the old Bai family?"

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"Fifth Master Bai!" The middle-aged man in Tang suit bowed his hand towards Master Bai, "I didn't expect Fifth Master Bai to be here, I'm disrespectful!"

Bai Juntang glanced at him, raised the folding fan in his hand slightly as a return gift, and said with a smile: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Boss Hou. Boss Hou didn't make a fortune in Panjiayuan, so why did he come here?"

Boss Hou said: "Master Bai is joking, my small business is not worth mentioning. Master Bai's family has a big business, so please don't take away these small gadgets that I like. You have to give them to us." Those who buy and sell will keep a mouthful of food, right?"

Bai Juntang laughed: "Boss Hou, you are being humble. The money you have earned in Panjiayuan over the years is enough to buy two Western courtyards in the city? If you are a small businessman, then there will be no big business in the world. If you In other places, I will definitely not interfere with the things you like first. But today this happened at the door of Baicaotang. If the things at my door are taken away by others, then I, Baijuntang, will be in the imperial palace from now on. Chenggen can no longer scream."

Boss Hou frowned and said: "Master Bai has said so, and I really shouldn't argue. But it's already settled, so it doesn't make sense for me to leave like this. You have to allow me to increase the price and give it a try. , I will withdraw after adding, I feel at ease, and I am not afraid of people laughing at me.”

"Add, you can add as you like." Bai Juntang waved his folding fan gently, looking like a gentleman.

Boss Hou walked to the cart, holding the iron ball in one hand, and gently holding a corner of the blanket with the other hand, turning it over and over to look at it.

People are very curious, how much money will Boss Hou pay?

Everyone believes that Boss Hou, who has been in the antique business in Panjiayuan for decades, has good taste. His price this time means the true value of this blanket.

Everyone's attention was on the blanket, but they ignored the fact that there was a terminally ill patient lying under the blanket at the moment, and a slightly embarrassed woman standing next to the cart.

The dog squatting next to the cart had a fierce look in its eyes and a deep growl from its throat.

Boss Hou didn't care and continued to look through the Tibetan carpet, but the iron ball in his hand made the crunching sound even louder.

Li Muchen looked at Boss Hou's hand joints and knew that he was a trainer, so he was not afraid of dogs.

If a dog dares to bite him, the two iron balls in his hand will fly out and smash the dog's head before it bites him.

But Li Muchen knew that Boss Hou's wishful thinking would probably come to nothing, because this dog named Duoji was very unusual. How could a dog that could pull a cart all the way from Tibetan areas to the capital be an ordinary dog?

Li Muchen thought of the fierce fighting dogs he had seen in the dog farm in Caitou, Hecheng. If this dog were thrown there, he believed that neither the Japanese Tosa invited by Chen Wenxue nor Zhou Lijun's Tibetan Mastiff would be like this. A dog's opponent.

Fortunately, the woman stood aside and the dog did not move except to show hostility.

For the first time, Li Muchen discovered that the world was so indifferent.

Here in the bustling capital city, there are so many people gathered here, all concerned about the price of that blanket and who is more powerful, Mr. Bai Wu or Mr. Hou. It's as if this blanket is already in their possession, completely forgetting that the blanket has an owner.

No one among so many people had any sympathy for the patient under the blanket.

When he was in Tiandu, he heard his teacher say that cultivating immortality is a lonely and painful path. Kunlun Mountain is full of spiritual energy, but it is an emotional desert.

Immortals act according to their hearts, let nature take its course, and never show mercy.

If you are too great and forget your feelings, if your realm is high, you will have no love or hatred.

It is said that there is love in the world, so there is a sigh that I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

After coming down the mountain, Li Muchen did feel the love of the world, Ding Xiang, Ma Shan, Lin Manqing, Sister Mei, Master Rong, Boss Wang...

But on this street, he felt a chill that was more desolate than Kunlun.

For a moment, he felt an urge to kill these people, these ants, with one sword.

When the demon's song sounded in his mind, the scar on his leg twitched, bringing him back to reality.

Boss Hou finally put down the blanket in his hand, and seemed to have noticed the patient under the blanket at this moment. He frowned, covered his nose with his hand inadvertently, left the cart, and said to Bai Juntang:

"Master Bai, I will offer you [-] million, raise your hand and give it to me."

There was an uproar in the street.

"Wow, [-] million!"

"Is this blanket that valuable?"

"Didn't you hear what Mr. Bai said? Boss Hou has been doing business in Panjiayuan for decades. How can he stand out?"

"Hey, I didn't realize it. This poor woman still has such valuable things at home. No wonder she doesn't want everyone's charity."

"I don't think she knows it herself. These days, only real remote areas have such old things."

"She is also lucky. Now she can go home and build a house, let alone medical treatment."

People's words to each other express their feelings about people's fate.

The old man who touched the porcelain stamped his feet with a look of frustration on his face. It was obviously something he had set his sights on first, and then it became someone else's. It hurt as if someone had cut a piece of flesh off his body.

He regretted that he had not paid to buy it when there were few people at the beginning. He wanted to make a mistake, but ended up making a wedding dress for others.

After Boss Hou finished speaking, he looked at Bai Juntang and added: "Master Bai, this is the price. If you think it's worth more, you can increase it and I'll make way for you. But you have the upper hand." If you're a respectable person and don't want to pay an increase of [-] to [-] yuan, then you won't be able to play."

"Boss Hou underestimates me, Bai Wu." Bai Juntang gently shook his folding fan, paused briefly, looked around deliberately, smiled contemptuously, and counted the number, "One and a half million."

The onlookers became excited again, as if everyone had received three hundred thousand.

Boss Hou frowned.

Bai Juntang smiled and said: "Boss Hou, if you want to increase the price, you can increase it."

Boss Hou seemed a little hesitant, but finally shook his head, gave a thumbs up, and said: "Master Bai is Master Bai. When it comes to fun, you are the one in the capital!"

Bai Juntang was in high spirits, his face was full of satisfaction that he had won the cricket fight, and he could only hum a little tune.

Li Muchen looked at Bai Juntang's unbeatable expression, raised his head and glanced at the plaque of "Baicaotang", and suddenly had an idea in his mind, saying: "Boss Hou just stopped playing, how boring! Why don't I come and add some fun." "

Bai Juntang was stunned, looked at him a few times, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's play. Who doesn't know that I like to play. Come on, you can add as much as you want. I will accompany you as much as you want. But let's keep it in mind. If you have ten thousand For an extra ten thousand, I don’t have time to waste it with you.”

Li Muchen smiled, stretched out two fingers, and gestured towards Bai Juntang.

People thought he was going to say two million. This is outrageous enough.

Boss Hou quoted [-] million, but refused to increase the price to [-] million, indicating that the value of this thing is between [-] million and [-] million.

Mr. Bai quoted [-] million because the Bai family is wealthy and unlike Boss Hou, who is a businessman, he has to consider profits.

But two million is different. No matter how rich you are or how much you like it, you can't lose half a million in one go.

Bai Juntang thought so too, but he couldn't lose face at the door of Lao Bai's house. Five hundred thousand was nothing to him, and he couldn't afford to lose.

What's more, as long as there is no one to argue with him, the woman from Tulabaji will not be easy to deal with. She will still go to Lao Bai's family for medical treatment. When the time comes, she can decide whether to pay or not.

But the price Li Muchen quoted with his finger made him take a breath, thinking that he heard wrongly.

"Twenty million."

Li Muchen's tone was very calm, as if he was buying tofu for two yuan on the street.