Poultry world leader

The manager, surnamed Wang, hurriedly followed the clerk to the reception room with a big belly. When he reached the door, he patted his stomach and breathed well before pushing the door open and entering.

"My surname is Wang," Manager Wang smiled and shook hands with Lang Junxian, "What's your name, little brother?"

"Miangui's surname is Lang." Lang Junxian reached out to shake hands with him, and pushed the box towards him.

"Little brother is a cheerful person." Manager Wang touched his stomach and reached out to take the box.

Instead of blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, Manager Wang opened the box, took a look at the condition, and then closed the box, "What price do you want, little brother?"

Lang Junxian held out a hand.

Manager Wang laughed, "500 million? The little brother is not like an outsider. If the lion opened his mouth, we would not be able to do this business."

"It's not just this one." Lang Junxian shook his head, his expression was calm from beginning to end, "If the price is right, we can continue to cooperate in the future."

The smile on Manager Wang's face froze for a moment, and he confirmed, "Is there anything else like this?"

Lang Junxian nodded, "There are more."

Manager Wang made a lot of mental calculations, took a sip of tea, and sat down to have a long talk, "I wonder how much you can take out this time?"

"Two, a 500-year-old ginseng and a 300-year-old ganoderma." Lang Junxian also took out the box containing the ganoderma and pushed it towards Manager Wang.

Manager Wang opened it and took a look, then leaned over and smelled it. It was a rare treasure with a good appearance and strong medicinal fragrance.

"800 million, I want both of these."

Lang Junxian rested his chin for a moment, looked at the apprehension in the eyes of the fat man in front of him, and nodded slowly. Manager Wang smiled with relief, "Mr. Lang is a straightforward person."

"Pay the money and deliver the goods," Lang Junxian smiled noncommittally, and began to press for debts.

Manager Wang smiled even brighter, took the check book, signed it and handed it to Lang Junxian, "Looking forward to the next cooperation."

Putting the check away, Lang Junxian suddenly remembered the qi invigorating pill that Bai Maomao had given him, and took it out after hesitating for a moment, "Look at this, do you want to accept it or not?"

Manager Wang reached out to take it, thinking it was a medicinal material, but when he opened the box, he found it was a round pill.

"This is?"

"Replenish Qi Pill," Lang Junxian said calmly, "Replenish Qi and blood, prolong life."

Manager Wang glanced up and down at the young man in front of him, wondering if this person is also a monk, "Could it be that you are..." The second half of the sentence was not complete, Manager Wang's eyes slipped around on the pill, looking at it suggestively. With Lang Junxian.

Lang Junxian didn't answer, just asked him. "Do you want."

Manager Wang was not annoyed, and said with a smile, "Wait a minute, I have to send it to someone to see."

The clerk next to him took the pill and went out, but came back after a while, and whispered something in Manager Wang's ear.

Lang Junxian stood still, but actually heard the clerk's words clearly. He didn't expect that the elixir that Bai Maomao practiced was so popular?

"300 million." Manager Wang looked at Lang Junxian with a smile, as if looking at a piece of fat falling from the sky.

Lang Junxian shook his head, with a half-smile, "At least 500 million."

Manager Wang froze, thinking that this person might be a monk, so of course he couldn't hide what he said just now, so he simply said, "Sure, then 500 million. If Mr. Lang has something good next time, we must first consider our Tongrentang. We will definitely not treat you badly."

Lang Junxian nodded reservedly, "Naturally."

Thinking about the fact that the three of them are still black households, Tongrentang seems to have a lot of confidence, and they can cooperate with them for a long time in the future. Lang Junxian said by the way that the three of them are still black households. Manager Wang agreed with a smile, and promised After three days, I will send the ID card to him and send it to the hotel.

Only then did Lang Junxian show a sincere smile, thanked him, and happily returned home with the check in his hand.

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Three days later, Manager Wang sent the identifications of the three people to the hotel as promised.

Manager Wang is considerate, probably guessing that they are newcomers, and specially sent a tour guide over.

With the money and identity certificates, the family finally breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the tour guide to visit all the delicious and fun things in Guangshi City.Bai Maomao can't hold back these days. He can't stay in the mountains. When he's not practicing, he always runs wildly all over the mountains. When he arrives in Guangshi City, he stays in the hotel room all day and still has to study. It's like a punishment. !

Now that he can finally go out and let the wind go, Bai Mao Mao's eyes are almost shining, and his habitually tense little face has softened a lot.

Eating and drinking along the way, although the small face is still stern, but the whole body is covered with pink bubbles, very happy.

Eat and eat, and it's over, and the next step is to buy, buy, buy.

Bai Maomao and the others are still wearing the clothes they bought in the village, and they just wear them on their bodies. If they get dirty, they will be cleaned. No one cares about them in the mountains before, but now they have to do as the Romans do when they enter the city.

So the three of them moved to a nearby shopping mall.

After buying all the necessary daily necessities such as clothes and mobile phones, the three of them headed home with big bags and small bags.

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Back at the hotel, Bai Maomao immediately started playing Lianliankan with his newly bought Banana 8. He was crazy about Lianliankan on the computer a few days ago. He also specially asked the clerk to download Lianliankan for him.

He had already played all the way in the car, and he couldn't wait to play again when he got home.

Su Yao pulled his phone away with a dark face, "You've already bent all the way, now it's time to practice."

"Mum~" Bai Maomao blinked and called out softly.

"It's not okay to act like a baby." Su Yao became angry after thinking about it. Bai Maomao hasn't practiced hard since he learned how to play computer. "You said how long you haven't practiced."

"I practiced the day before yesterday..." Bai Maomao retorted without confidence.

"..." Su Yao was speechless. The aura in Guangshi City is thin, which is not suitable for them to cultivate at all. Originally, they should continue to go north after raising enough money, but she couldn't bear to see the two children having fun these days. Mention, I just want to let them have a good time for two days.

Unexpectedly, Bai Maomao became more and more playful, and now this issue has finally been brought to the table.

"The aura in Guangshi City is too thin, we can't stay for too long."

"Well," Bai Maomao lay on the pillow, a little disgruntled, "I know." That's why I had to hurry up and play before I left.

"Mum, don't worry, we know it well, we won't waste our cultivation." Lang Junxian sat next to Bai Maomao and patted him on the head.

"It's good for you to be clear in your own hearts." Su Yao sighed helplessly. They are cultivators who seek longevity, so they must not indulge in pleasures and pleasures.

Su Yao went back to the room to rest, Bai Maomao was still lying on the bed, depressed.

Lang Junxian took advantage of the situation and also lay down, head to head with him.

"Xiao Hei, why do you think we should cultivate?" Bai Mao Mao's voice was muffled.

"For longevity?" Lang Junxian tilted his head and said uncertainly, "Most of them are for longevity."

"What about you, what are you doing for?"

"Me?" Lang Junxian lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Probably to avenge his mother." He wanted to ask his father why he did this to their mother and son.

"But I don't know what I'm doing for it^" Bai Maomao rubbed against the pillow, turned over, and quietly looked at the chandelier above his head.

He has been cultivating since he was born, and his mother has been very kind to him, but she has always been very strict with him in terms of cultivation, and no laziness is tolerated.As time passed, Bai Maomao also got used to this kind of life, but he didn't realize until today, why did he want to cultivate?

Xiao Hei did it for revenge, and the others did it for longevity, but he himself didn't have to avenge anyone, and he didn't have great expectations for longevity... Bai Maomao stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes full of doubts.

"You are cultivating for us, idiot," Lang Junxian covered his eyes, covering them with warm hands, making Bai Maomao very comfortable.

"Cultivation is a struggle with the sky, and often in the end, only myself is left."

"My mother wants to see you grow up, marry a wife and have children, and have children and grandchildren around her knees. Naturally, she hopes that you can live longer."

Bai Maomao blinked, and the long eyelashes fluttered in the palm of Lang Junxian's hand. Lang Junxian felt a little itchy, so he opened his hand lightly.

"I understand." Bai Maomao smiled.If I don't cultivate well and leave early, my mother and Xiao Hei will be bullied in the future, who will protect them?Besides, Xiao Hei wanted to avenge his mother, and since he was gone, Xiao Hei would definitely be bullied by himself.

So I must practice hard, so as to protect my mother and Xiao Hei!

Bai Maomao poured himself a bowl of chicken soup, all the previous confusion dissipated, he clenched his fists full of energy and said, "Then let's leave tomorrow."