Super Three-child Dad: Sign In To Become the Richest Man

The building is very lively, and from time to time there are people who listen to it and applaud.

At the door, there was a man in a long gown sitting on a horse bench knocking melon seeds.

Sun Feixiong walked to him and quietly lit a black coin.

The buddy knew, got up and led a few people into it.

Upstairs is the place to listen to books and drink tea. Walking inside is a small tea room with a secret door.

Followed the hidden door about a few hundred steps, and then went underground.

In front of the big iron gate, there were two more burly men guarding it.

"Master Sun is here!"

The two knew Sun Feixiong.

"This is Brother Han, my friend, come and play, you go in and say hello to Ding Ye."

Sun Feixiong politely threw a cigarette to the two of them.

"Shao Sun, others must say hello, who are you?"

"Go in, go in."

The two opened the door with a smile and let the three in.

Inside is a tea room with thousands of square meters.

There is a table of Eight Immortals in the middle, and several mahogany high-back chairs are placed around it.

Several people have been waiting.

"Young Master Sun is here, hurry up, take your seat."

"Lao Tzu has made a few treasures recently, and I am waiting for you to open my eyes."

A fat bald man with a fat head and big ears was on the way, and he greeted him with a smile.

"Master Ding, the last time you sold my vase, I asked someone to ask. You can buy it for three million."

"You killed me eight million for nothing!"

Although Sun Feixiong complained, people greeted him with smiles.

"You don't understand the old rules of our business. The comparison is insight."

"I call one hundred million, you can't look down on it, or you're not in it, right?"

Ding Ye touched his big bald head with a clear conscience on his face.

When he was seated, Sun Feixiong wanted to give up his seat, Jiang Han signaled that he did not need to, and only stood behind him.

Ding Ye and others regarded Jiang Han as a bodyguard, but no one cared.

"Master Fan!"

Sun Feixiong did not rush to sit down, and began to greet everyone present.

Jiang Han looked at Fan Qiusheng.

At this time, he was dressed in a blue shirt, and his face was white. At about 60 years old, he was born with gentleness.

Jiang Han's watch took a photo of him.

Fan Qiusheng's energy immediately appeared.

This person's appearance was immortal, but his energy field was covered with dark clouds. He was obviously a cultivator of sorcery, and his hands had no innocent blood on his hands.

And from the perspective of energy strength, I am afraid that the cultivation base is still above Xin Bai.

"Shao Sun."

Fan Qiusheng didn't notice that Jiang Han was watching him, and winked at Sun Feixiong "tacitly".

Obviously, he thought Sun Feixiong was a "chess piece" under his control.

Sun Feixiong also pretended to be submissive, and his eyes responded secretly.

"Mrs. Song Ziyi."

"The four states of Jiangdong, the smiling tiger of Dongzhou, the scorpion Wu of Xizhou, the king leopard of Nanzhou, the beauty of Song of Beizhou!"

"Unexpectedly, Mrs. Song was here too. I knew that my younger brother should take a shower and change clothes.

Sun Feixiong greeted the woman above the right again.

The woman has fair skin and beautiful face, and her white egg face is full of collagen. She looks like a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.

But while she smiled, she had a fascinating mature charm.

This combination of youthful appearance and charm is like red wine and ice cubes, indispensable and fascinating.

A woman can sit down as a sister in Beizhou.

It's not easy.

Jiang Han knew it well, and was not in a hurry to look up Song Ziyi's information.

Instead, his gaze fell on the old man behind her.

The old man's breath is strong, as if his cultivation is profound.

"Ping Shao!"

The last person Sun Feixion greeted was a twenty-34-year-old young man.

"Um."

The young man named Ping Shao, smoking a cigarette, didn't even raise his eyes, obviously didn't put Sun Feixiong in his eyes.

"Everyone, since everyone is here, let's watch the treasure."

"Who will come first!"

Ding Ye played with Qiankun Zhu and waved his hand to everyone.

"I come."

Song Ziyi got up, took the treasure box from the old man beside him and placed it on the table, and his jade hand gently opened the lid of the box.

Inside was a pill the size of a quail egg.

The smell of medicine is tangy, refreshing.

An extraordinary thing.

"This is the Pei Yuan Dan that I bought from the Northern Quanzhen Sect with a lot of money."

"I think everyone understands the reputation of Peiyuandan, so I will just make a direct price, thirty million!"

Song Ziyi's voice was crisp and soft, like a nightingale, extremely sweet.

Coupled with her unique charming style, one can't help but wonder how ecstasy she should be when she succumbed to the crotch.

"The elixir of Quanzhenzong is famous all over the world, and it's hard to find a million gold."

"Thirty million is not expensive, I am only curious, why doesn't the madam keep it for herself?"

"As far as I know, you have stepped into the realm of inner refining for a long time. This is a **** pill that will help you break through."

Ding Ye was so scheming and told everyone's doubts without a trace.

"Lack of money!"

Song Ziyi answered very simply.

"Well, that's not surprising."

"Thirty million, how many, does anyone want it?" Ding Ye looked at the crowd.

"Thirty million, I bought it."

Without even thinking about it, Shao Ping spoke directly.

As if thirty million, as cheap as street cigarettes.

Sun Feixiong looked at Jiang Han.

Jiang Han nodded.

"Forty million!" Sun Feixiong shouted.

"Shao Sun, I remember that you are usually not interested in these things."

Lord Ding said calmly.

There are no more than two kinds of bidding on this occasion.

One is to sincerely want, and the other is to help ask the price.

Obviously, Sun Feixiong belongs to the second type, deliberately trying to get people's mentality.

"Others don't dare to be interested."

"Ms. Song's I must be interested. Who doesn't know that Sun Feixiong loves beautiful women."

Sun Feixiong smiled, not forgetting to wink at Song Ziyi.

Ping Shao's squinted eyes suddenly opened, revealing a strong murderous intent: "50 million!"

"One billion!"

If this were the past, Sun Feixiong would never dare to challenge this black market mad boy.

But with Jiang Han's backing, he wouldn't be afraid of the king of heaven and Lao Tzu.

"Two hundred million!" Ping Shaozhi was sure to win, and directly doubled the offer.

Jiang Han made a gesture.

Sun Feixiong breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Ping Shao is really rich, it's yours."

Song Ziyi's eyebrows were filled with joy, and he glanced at Jiang Han gratefully.

It wasn't this person who made the decision, how could Sun Feixiong's pervert, buy a pill.

Jiang Han also blinked in response to a Qiubo.

Beauty, it is always comfortable to look at.

"You **** me?"

Ping Shao pressed the lid of the box fiercely, staring at Sun Feixiong incomparably gloomily.

Thirty million is called 200 million. He is not short of money, but he is not happy.

"Why, can't Ping Shao not afford it?" Sun Feixiong sneered.

Lord Ding raised his hand at the right time: "Next!"

Then someone came out a few more things.

Except for a Tang Dynasty war knife, the rest are all medicines and magical instruments used by cultivators.

The price is ridiculously high.

Don't talk about pill medicine and yuanshi to start with ten million.

As for the magical implements blessed by an expert, it can even be speculated to hundreds of billions.

Jiang Han was an eye-opener.

In this horrible place, money is really like paper.

As long as you can get good things, you don't have to worry about making a lot of money.

"Ping Shao, I heard that you recently got a good treasure, so why don't you take it out and open your eyes to everyone."

Towards the end, Ding Ye finally offered today's "signature dish."

"Yes, I have a Tai Chi mirror in my hand!"

"It can see people's previous life and the next life."

"Offer, 500 million!"

Ping Shao snapped his fingers, and someone immediately raised a mirror cautiously.

The mirror was covered with black cloth.

As soon as Ping Shao opened it, there was a two-sided mirror placed on a wooden shelf.

The white light in front of the mirror gleamed, scorching people's eyes.

But the back is like a dark pool, with waves of cold black air flowing.

"Shao Sun, this is your dish." Ding Ye raised his hand.

"It's kind of interesting."

"Master Fan, I don't know whether it's true or not, how about you take the pulse?"

Sun Feixiong looked at Fan Qiusheng pretending to be extremely trusting.

"Yes, this mirror can not only look at the past life, but also has the beauty of yin and yang."

"It itself is a yin and yang magic circle. If it can be placed in a Mingtang or home, it will be fortune and luck, and it can be called the best treasure."

Fan Qiusheng talked freely.

Before the afterlife, those present did not dare to be interested.

But when it came to the law formation, Song Ziyi and others suddenly became interested.