Zhang Junbao immediately understood that he was a master of psychological warfare, and he used five million in cash to arouse Huamao's greed.
Then he used fifteen million as bait to ensure the safety of himself and others, and then Ye Qing arrived.
Moreover, this kid just flattened and rounded the tabby cat in just a few words. He is clearly a master of psychological warfare.
Zhang Junbao looked into his eyes and said sternly: "There are two brothers in one life, there is no future life."
He didn't say anything, but he had a destiny and would go through fire and water without hesitation.
Just because of his status as the young master of the Ye family, there are many people who have gone through life and death for him, and it is not his turn.
And the meaning of this sentence is, whether you recognize me or not, I will treat you as a brother in this life...
I'm relying on you anyway, don't even think about running away.
Ye Qing nodded. He also liked this fat man who was full of wit, humor and cuteness: "I'll buy you a drink when I get back!"
Zhou Longsheng walked over and looked at him with a look of shame on his face: "Junior brother, I've hurt you..."
"Go to Menggu Town with Fat Brother first. When you get there, the white fox will pick you up and take you to the military camp."
Ye Qing watched the three people disembarking from the boat, started the Hummer and left quickly, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The tabby cat walked to the bow of the ship and opened a stone wrapped in hemp sheets: "Mr. Ye, are you satisfied with this stone?"
Ye Qing walked over quickly. The stone was irregularly square, but it had no edges and corners, as if it had been specially polished. The shell was black and shiny, and there were still dots of white spots on the black shell. He was surprised and said: "Mowan Jihei Usha.”
The old dog Guo Gang said in surprise: "Pakant, Mohan, and Nanqi all produce black sand at the entrance. How can you recognize it at a glance as being produced in Mowanji?"
Of course Ye Qing was sure, because there was only one negligible difference between the black sand produced in Mowanji and the black sand from other farms, that is, there were a few white spots on the black shell.
These little white spots are like stones that have been smashed a few times during transportation, and they are not noticeable at all.
But in the eyes of stone betting experts, it is a sign of the market.
Ye Qing asked strangely: "Didn't you already know that this rough stone is the black sand produced in Mowanji?"
The decisive old dog said meaningfully: "The black sand on the third layer of Mowanji was mined out ten years ago.
I know its origin because I know that this stone is the best oil leather produced in Mowanji more than 20 years ago. "
Ye Qing nodded slightly. The reason why this irregular square piece of oil-skinned black sand had its edges smoothed away was because it was produced in the high and low gravel layers on both sides of the Mowan River in the northeast at Lao Paganchangkou.
The black black sand produced in Mowanji is divided into four types. The first type is the wax-skin shell. The shell looks like a layer of wax, but this kind of wax-skin shell is tender and light in color.
The second type is sanded leather, but Mowanji's sanded leather is different from other sanded leathers in other markets. The shell is rough, the gravel is loose, and the tender meat is thick.
The third type is water skin. The skin is as thin as a cicada's wing, smooth and delicate, and there is no sand on the skin. Stones with this kind of skin are usually above the waxy ice.
Only the oil-skinned black sand is the best among water materials.
The reason why the edges and corners are worn away is because it was pushed and rolled by the water flow and rubbed against other stones, which eventually turned it into this appearance.
And its skin is not only black and shiny, it feels like a baby's skin, especially tender and smooth.
Ye Qing looked at the stone and pondered: "How heavy is this stone?"
"Eighty-three kilograms!" the cat said without hesitation.
Ye Qing stood up: "I didn't bargain, it's really expensive."
The decisive old dog smiled slightly: "Ten pieces of Mowanji, nine pieces of imperial green."
Ye Qing shook his head and smiled: "There is another saying, ten pieces of Mowanji, nine pieces of Emperor's Crack. This kind of stone is most suitable to be sold to an enemy, so that he will lose everything."
Chen Lu, who was standing on his side, twitched involuntarily.
The sky-high price tag that Long Ruiwen Yuanshan bet on is a piece of Mowan-based oil-skinned black sand weighing 380 kilograms.
But that stone is worth one billion.
And this piece weighs 83 kilograms, and 20 million is still too expensive for him...
The bold old dog's face never changed, and even his eyes remained as calm as ever: "Then you bet or not!"
Ye Qing sighed: "Five million, I'll give it a try!"
Huamao suddenly became anxious: "Why don't you go and grab it!"
Ye Qing gave her a funny look: "Robbery is life-threatening!"
"Do you think your life is not in danger if you don't rob?" Huamao sneered, and a dozen old Burmese carrying AK-47s walked out from the stern of the boat. The leader was also a fat man.
And he is an old acquaintance, the fat man from the caravan, Marvin.
In Qingshui Town, Tengchong, he forcibly purchased two pieces of jadeite that Ye Qing had bet on, but the price could not be agreed upon.
Then they robbed openly outside Qingshui Town, and ended up being beaten and maimed by a group of caravan disciples by Ye Qing and Liu Le.
Knowing that he had offended someone he could not afford to offend, Fatty Ma fled to the old market overnight and took refuge with the eldest lady Long Mei.
"Master Huamao has given you a lot of face. I didn't expect that if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined. Today we will settle old and new accounts together!" Marvin's two small eyes burst out with a vicious and violent light.
And the twelve old Burmese behind him pointed their AK-47s at the sky, click click click...
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Chen Lu's pretty face turned pale with fright, and she couldn't help but take a step back.
The brave old dog took a step forward and stood in front of her.
Ye Qing glanced at it with the corner of his eye, and then looked at Huatao: "It seems that he is planning to keep me here."
Huamao smiled sweetly: "In your Chinese language, the eldest lady is thirsty for talents. I hope Mr. Ye will join us and make a fortune together."
Ye Qing glanced at Liu Le and saw him nodding slightly, then smiled and said: 'What if I don't agree! '
"I disagree!" Huatao was stunned for a moment, and then let out a string of laughter like silver bells:
"I heard from Fatty Ma that Mr. Ye and Mr. Liu, the bodyguard, are both masters of martial arts. But I don't know if they have practiced enough to block bullets with their bodies."
Her smile was like a flower, but her eyes were as cold as a knife.
The AK-47 in Marvin's hand pointed at Ye Qing, and said with a ferocious smile: "Would you like to try to see if this gun can beat you to a sieve?"
"Anyone who dares to point a gun at me is dead, and you are no exception!" Ye Qing slowly raised his hands as if to surrender.
Marvin laughed loudly: "You have come to this point and you are still bragging. When you get to the old market, Master Ma will let you have a taste of what life is worse than death!"
"You can die!" Ye Qing's left hand raised high suddenly clenched into a fist.
"Wha..." A slight sonic boom sounded in everyone's ears.
Marvin's head suddenly felt like a watermelon being hit. Blood and brains flew out. His body fell backwards and fell to the deck with a "bang"...
Ye Qing looked at the cat with no emotion in his eyes: "Look, everything I say will come true. Anyone who aims a gun at me will die."
