Xu Qiao's face was livid. How dare a master of stone dissection dare to bully him?
"Can't you afford it yourself?"
Seeing that Xu Qiao was trying to make things difficult for Master Shi, Manshu quickly asked.
Xu Qiao choked, how could he not afford it?
It's just that it doesn't make sense to say this now.
This girl is the winner, and the fun is theirs too.
Although Xu Qiao was dissatisfied, he also knew that defaulting on the debt was not an option for the time being.
He looked at Qi Yue again. The stone-exfoliating master had forgotten. Could it be that Qi Yue had also forgotten?
Is this not his first time betting on stones?
Who would have known that Qi Yue would be more confident than the stone gambling master.
"Oh, I've bet too many times. Firecrackers are just a formality, it doesn't matter."
So, I didn’t want to let it go.
Xu Qiao?
Am I the only layman who cares so much about form?
"Your junior sister is good. She really beat the second young master of the Xu family. However, this old man of the Xu family may not be willing to admit it."
The boss is like a walking crow's beak.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came in from outside.
The old man of the Xu family cursed at the top of his voice: "Xu Qiao, you little bastard, where did you take the Fengming Sword of Labor and Management?"
Xu Qiao was struck by lightning.
He didn't expect that grandpa would come so quickly.
Didn't he already put in a handful of fake ones?
Although the fake ones were not as valuable as the real ones, he still spent a lot of effort to hire someone who was said to be a master of forgery to make them.
If you don't look carefully at the fake Fengming Sword, you really can't tell much difference.
He modeled it on a real sword, one to one.
However, it is not that it was done recently, but Xu Qiao had someone do it for him a long time ago.
As for why he wanted to make a fake one, he couldn't explain it himself.
Not long after Xu Qiao lost Fengming Sword, the old man discovered it so quickly, which was beyond his expectation.
With the old man's powerful shout, almost everyone knew that Xu Qiao had stolen the Fengming Sword from his grandfather.
Everyone consciously made way for Mr. Xu to enter the inner circle.
Seeing Xu Qiao and the rectangular box held by his follower, Mr. Xu still didn't understand.
He stretched out his hand: "Give me the thing!"
The follower looked at Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao rolled his eyes and gestured to the follower.
Signed him to the old man.
Unfortunately, as soon as the follower handed it out, an extra pair of hands appeared in the slanting stab.
Cut off Mr. Xu’s beard!
Manshu snatched the box away without ceremony.
The follower didn't let go, it was because of her skill.
The followers were all shocked.
Is this girl afraid that if she doesn't want to go to heaven, she will just grab what Mr. Xu wants?
"You're so brave, little girl!" Mr. Xu laughed angrily.
"It's not that the things are not given to the old man, but that the things belong to me. I don't need to worry about my things, right?"
Manshu was not fazed at all.
To blame, I can only blame Mr. Xu for raising a prodigal grandson.
"Yours?" Mr. Xu said with a straight face, "I don't know when my collection turned into a little girl's film collection."
"Little girl, has anyone ever told you not to covet things that don't belong to you?"
Manshu raised his eyebrows: "That old man may have never heard of it. To educate children, you must start from childhood. Otherwise, you will raise unworthy descendants and ruin all your family property."
It was the first time that Mr. Xu met a junior who spoke to him like this. There was anger in his eyes, but there was also appreciation.
But more importantly, I came back to it in retrospect.
He kicked Xu Qiao in the stomach: "Bad calf, what good thing have you done!"