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Wang Ruilin's strong self-confidence exuded from the inside out deeply affected the old man who was almost on the verge of despair. The old man subconsciously thought that Wang Ruilin might be the son of some leader. Otherwise, what would happen to an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy?

Is it possible to say such outrageous things?

Especially Wang Ruilin's absolute confidence made the old man confirm his suspicion - the young man in front of him must be an official in his family, and his level is not low!

With this preconceived notion, the old man will naturally not stop anything. One wants to sell wine to save his granddaughter, and the other is planning and racking his brains to buy wine. Do you need to say anything more about this Zhou Yu slapped a yellow cover?

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Wang Ruilin stayed at the door of the old man's house for a few minutes, and after getting some general information from the old man's mouth, he said goodbye to the old man and promised that the problem would be solved within two days, so that the old man could rest assured.

It is more than ten miles from Tianfeng Village to the comprehensive market, and there is still seven or eight miles from the comprehensive market to Lijiang Middle School, which adds up to more than ten kilometers.

If he runs at normal running speed, it will take at least more than an hour to get to school... He has already been absent from class in the morning, and Wang Ruilin doesn't want to be absent from class again in the afternoon. Otherwise, if Chen Susu calls home, even if his parents pamper him again, he will probably have to give him a serious and thoughtful message.

of nagging.

It was already approaching 11:30 noon, and the noon self-study for the third graders was about to start at 12 o'clock. If Wang Ruilin didn't want to be bombarded after returning home, he could only get to school within half an hour.

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"It's better to take a taxi." Wang Ruilin touched the remaining dozens of dollars in his pocket, shook his head and shrugged, put his hands in his pockets and walked through the alley at an even speed, standing on a cement road less than six meters wide.

There are no regular taxis in the village, but there are a few black taxis parked at the end of the village. Several drivers are gathering together to smoke and chat. The doors of the cars are all open to show the real purpose of these cars.

After standing at the entrance of the alley and taking a look, Wang Ruilin approached the place where the black taxis were gathering. After about ten meters away, he asked the drivers: "How much does it cost to go to Lijiang Middle School?"

Several other drivers did not respond. Only a middle-aged man looked up at Wang Ruilin and responded casually: "Forty."

"Uh..." Wang Ruilin was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Can we go for thirty-seven yuan?"

"I'm not leaving." The middle-aged man directly rejected Wang Ruilin's bargaining without thinking. Then he got in and gathered with several other drivers, talking and laughing without even looking at Wang Ruilin.

Wang Ruilin felt depressed now. Wasn't it just three yuan less? Is there any need to care about it so much?

However, with his character, he will naturally not give in to you. Why don't you leave? Why can't the prince leave on his own? It's only a dozen kilometers of road, so what the heck!

As soon as he turned his head, Wang Ruilin walked in the direction he came from, somewhat puzzled in his heart. Although he himself had no idea about money, as the prince of the demon clan in the heavenly realm, he had a total of more than thirty yuan in his body...

This is too shabby!?

"No, I have to find a way to get some money later, otherwise it will be inconvenient to do anything!" Wang Ruilin, who chose to walk back to school, said to himself as he walked: "It costs money to buy wine, and it also costs money to buy medicinal materials. Five

The market price of ten jars of aged liquor is at least 1.8 million. If you add in the medicinal materials, it will cost you no more than 3 to 4 million... My father probably doesn’t have any money at all. He only spent more than 500,000 on a car at the end of last year.

The car and funds are probably quite tight.”

There is obviously no solution from his parents' side, so Wang Ruilin can only find a solution through other means.

Suddenly, Wang Ruilin felt a little regretful. When he killed Chen Zhidong and his gang last night, he found more than 900,000 in cash from the safe upstairs by Chen Zhidong. However, in order to create a crime scene where the spoils were unevenly distributed, he was stunned.

I threw all the money in the living room, otherwise my money wouldn't be so tight now...

But then again, Wang Ruilin is the prince of the demon clan after all. Although he does not have so many psychological obstacles, he despises petty theft after all. Even if he is short of money, he will find ways to earn it openly, and it is by no means so-called

They rob homes and homes, rob the rich and give to the poor... This is not how demon power is wasted!

Especially in the mortal world where spiritual energy is lacking, retaining an extra layer of demon power means more protection. Not all of them are ordinary people in this mortal world. Aren't the original forms of the divine monks before their ascension just the mortal monks?

Shaking his head, he drove these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

But just when Wang Ruilin calmed down and planned to continue on his way, he suddenly remembered another important question... Who is the current director of Chenguang Winery? Who is his name, where does he live, and what does he look like?!

After slapping his forehead, Wang Ruilin smiled bitterly and said, "I'm so confused that I didn't even ask this question clearly!"

There was no way, Wang Ruilin could only temporarily give up his plan to rush back to school immediately, and instead arrived at 1:45 pm, before the school officially started...

Wang Ruilin had no idea that just as he turned and left the door of the old man's house, a seven-seater van was driving towards the door of the old man's house in the distance.

Wang Ruilin walked relatively fast. He had passed through an alley of more than 400 meters in more than a minute. Plus it was winding and winding. How could he sense what was happening at the door of the old man's house?

Less than one minute and seventeen seconds after he left, the silver-gray seven-seater van had parked in front of the old man's house. The door was opened, and eight young people in their twenties got out of the car.

, all of them were dressed in a fashionable manner, and they were all carrying half-meter-long steel pipes in their hands.

The old man standing at the door didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw the appearance of these young people, his expression changed slightly, but he was still calm. He picked up the pole beside him and asked with vigilance.

Said: "Who are you?!"

"Old guy, I think you're tired of life!" The eight young people are all about the same age, and it's hard to tell who is the leader. However, the first young man to jump out of the passenger seat,

Holding a half-burned cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he immediately pointed the steel pipe at the old man who was holding the pole with both hands, raised his chin, and said in disgust: "Brothers, teach this old guy how to behave!

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How could an old man who was thin and over 70 years old be a group of young, strong, wolf-like opponents? The steel pipes in the hands of seven young people fell on the old man like raindrops, and the old man was beaten until he huddled on the ground.

, letting out bursts of painful moans.

The whole process was very short. In less than a minute, the group of young men who beat people got into the car and drove away, leaving only the injured old man lying in a pool of blood, moaning in pain and weakness...