Qiao Qirui immediately wrote the check.
A stroke of the pen.
The check for ten million was written.
Unfortunately, he has no credibility with Mo Qian.
Mo Qian refused to take it, "I want money, or gold."
Mr. Qiao, "..." He, Qiao Qirui's check, can't even send it out...
However, he didn't do anything...
Mobile payment cannot transfer such a large amount.
I sent someone to the bank, but I didn’t know how long it would take.
Mr. Qiao looked at the check in his hand awkwardly, feeling a little sorry for himself.
Fortunately, Qiao He came over at this time.
He smiled and said to Mo Qian, "I will guarantee grandpa that the money will be obtained."
When the Gu family brother heard this, he frowned.
I want to send a congratulation to Qiao, who are you?
but.
Fortunately, they didn't say this out loud...
Because their Mo Qian didn't look good even though he looked at Qiao He.
But in the end, he put the scrap of paper into his bag with a look of disgust on his face...
Brothers from the Gu family, your eyes are a little sore...
Mo Qian collected the check.
He immediately slapped the talisman paper in the middle of Gu Xiangwei's bruised forehead.
The pain made Gu Xiangwei scream "Ah".
Mo Qian immediately made a "shh" gesture towards her, "Don't scare Xie Sui."
Gu Xiangwei, "...", she suspected that this woman wanted to harm her!
But she didn't dare to say it.
She could only sigh in frustration.
Mo Qian ignored her. How could Gu Xiangwei be so evil?
Mo Qian put his fingers together, stopped in the middle of Gu Xiangwei's forehead, and recited a spell.
The black energy on Gu Xiangwei's face quickly moved toward the center, becoming darker and smaller as it gathered together.
Until it is as small as a black dot.
Mo Qian quickly pinched it outward.
A ball of black energy surged out and fell directly into Mo Qian's hands.
Black energy gathers.
The evil spirit seemed to have returned home and found its mother, obediently spinning around in Mo Qian's hand, not daring to fly around at all.
Mo Qian held the ball of evil spirits, playing with it back and forth like some kind of stress-relieving toy.
As everyone watched, their feet moved back inexplicably...
Mo Qian pinched more and more.
They retreat further and further.
Finally, Mo Qian relieved herself.
Others are stunned that they are under a lot of pressure...
…
Gu Xiangwei's evil spirits were driven away.
The marriage is out of the question.
However, there is still one big thing that Mo Qian needs to do.
She picked up Chai Zhenren's ashes urn from the table and walked to Qiao Qirui, "I want to settle the score with your son now."
When Qiao Qirui saw it, he immediately made a gesture of invitation, "Please, please."
He glanced at his third son.
I saw him busy packing up his old antiques.
Qiao Junfeng was knocked over and smashed just now, which made Qiao Tiansheng very distressed.
Qiao Qirui sighed and called out to the third child, "Tian Sheng, what's going on with this urn? Which of you did it?"
When Qiao Tiansheng heard this, he turned around and looked at the black and broken jar.
He shook his head and said, "I haven't seen him before. I don't know him."
"Nonsense!" Qiao Qirui was annoyed when he heard this, "You said you've never seen it in your house! Why should you bury your father's ashes like this in the future?"
After he finished cursing, he suddenly heard two dry coughs coming from around him.
Only then did Qiao Qirui react.
He is his father.
Qiao Qirui coughed twice in embarrassment.
He continued to lecture, "If it's not you, it's your unsatisfactory son, or it's his two followers. What do you think we should do?"
"It's not his turn." Mo Qian answered for him.
She held her master's ashes urn in one hand, and with the other hand, she settled the accounts seriously, "He needs to pay for my master's grave, my Taoist temple, the statue of the founder of my Taoist temple, the incense burner, and the case." tower……"
Mo Qian counted the treasures in the Taoist Temple one by one.
After all, there are only a few things in their Taoist temple.
She remembered it clearly.
But after she finished speaking, Qiao He immediately added for her, "It is a Taoist temple covering an area of over a thousand square meters, with white jade steps, antique palace architecture, exquisite carvings, and mahogany interior."
When Mo Qian heard this, he nodded, "Yes, it's very big, very expensive!"
Qiao Qirui grinned and looked at Qiao He.
Suddenly I had a realization.
That is, Qiao He's surname is Mo, not Qiao.
Why are you bending your elbows to others...
Qiao Qirui could see that no matter what, this little girl had to let the third son pay for a luxurious version of the Taoist Temple.
That's what the third child deserves.
Why are you digging someone's master's grave when you have nothing to do?
Qiao Qirui nodded at the third child, "You pay the money obediently. You will pay whatever Mo Qian wants, or you can try to beat her."
Qiao Tiansheng, "...", I can't beat him, so I'll admit it...
But he hasn't even been to Daodao Village, so why should he be the one to pay?
Qiao Tiansheng thought about the old man's intention.
After a long while, he asked, "How much compensation will it cost?"
"One hundred million, maybe."
This price was what his father said...
Qiao Tiansheng was so frightened that he almost jumped up.
"How many???"
After he screamed, he shook his head, "I have no money..."
"Where's your money?" Qiao Qirui looked at him doubtfully.
Usually the third child would come to him and ask for money when he had nothing to do.
How could he have no money on hand?
But Qiao Tiansheng really has no money.
He pointed to the antiques in the room and said, "I bought these."
As soon as he said these words, everyone in the room was speechless.
This room is full of antiques, almost as big as the imperial mausoleum...
Is he going to use this place as a grave to bury himself?
Everyone doesn’t understand it at all…
However, one thing is certain.
It’s Qiao Tiansheng who really has no money.
It's good that Mo Qian meets the old man...
The two of them were here, you took the money, I had no money, and the cycle went back and forth, and they fought for dozens of rounds.
Finally, Qiao He thought of a good idea.
"No, just sell Uncle San's antiques and take them to Gu Laoliu's auction house. You can easily get 100 million."
This sentence almost forced Qiao Tiansheng to draw his sword directly!
He rushed to the table and grabbed the fruit knife.
"I'll see if any of you dare to touch it. I'll fight with you. No one can take my antiques!"
A good old man who usually had no temper at all, now looked like a wild beast.
His eyes were red, as if he wanted to fight for his life.
Unfortunately, he was lame and ran slowly.
He didn't have time to save his antique.
Gu Hongshen grabbed the collar of the back of his neck and pulled him back. The knife in his hand was also snatched away...
Qiao Tiansheng looked at the knife, feeling so sad...
…
"Is this valuable?"
"Um."
"what about this?"
"Not worth it, fake."
"What about this?"
"You can play with it."
Mo Qian called Qiao He and followed her around Qiao's house.
Qiao Tiansheng was downstairs, his eyes red from crying.
Even though my son is dead, I am not sad at this moment.
Mo Qian selected a few items and someone helped transport them to the car.
The treasures disappeared from Qiao Tiansheng's eyes.
I saw him with tears in his eyes and his heart wrenching from a knife.
Take away his beloved thing, this hatred is irreconcilable!
Qiao Tiansheng counted his watch, and the seconds seemed like years...
Finally, Mo Qian went downstairs.
This time her hands were empty and she didn't take anything.
His steps are as fast as the wind.
Walking downstairs, she threw something at Su Rulan.
"I'm going to find Xue'er!"
After saying that, he left Qiao's house...
