Chapter 153: A Model of Raising Prices on the Ground
Mei Zihao was speechless. At this moment, his mouth was wide open and his lips were moving, as if a big-mouthed fish had left the water and was moving its mouth feebly.
Seeing his grandson's miserable state, Mei Feihong felt distressed in his heart. He first glared at Mei Yinxue, Feng Juechen and Hei Jue.
In his opinion, Mei Yinxueyi is the trash of the Mei family, while Feng Juechen is Feng Jingnan's stupid son. As for Hei Jue, he doesn't know him, and naturally he doesn't know that Hei Jue is the master of the Blood Killing Pavilion.
, otherwise, even if you lend him the courage, he would not dare to stare.
But in the end, Mei Feihong's eyes still fell on Rong Shaoming, and it immediately turned into a plea: "Young Master Rong, please be merciful. Everything is easy for us. Please allow me to give my son to you first, Young Master Rong."
Hao stopped the bleeding!"
"No rush!" After hearing Mei Feihong's words, Rong Shaoming waved his hands calmly. Yes, he was not in a hurry, but could Mei Feihong and Mei Zihao not be in a hurry? Seeing that the blood had completely
Mei Zihao's clothes were dyed red, and Mei Feihong's heart was already wrenching in pain.
"Young Master Rong!" Mei Feihong felt like he was about to cry.
Looking at the chrysanthemum faces that had been squeezed together, Rong Shaoming snorted coldly: "Add another one million taels of gold!"
Mei Feihong: "..."
For a moment, his brain didn't react.
"Wow!" Rong Shaoming shook the golden abacus in his hand, with a rather helpless expression: "Add another one million taels of gold!"
This time Mei Feihong understood and reacted: "What, one million taels of gold!"
Mei Feihong is not only in mild pain now, but his flesh is also hurting. This young master Rong is really a lion with a big mouth. One million taels of gold, he really dares to say that if he doesn't rob, God is really short-sighted.
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"What, you think it's too little?" Rong Shaoming raised his eyebrows: "Okay, then let's add another one million taels of gold!"
Rong Shaoming said, "I understand you very well."
"That Young Master Rong, one million taels of gold, how can I get so much?" Mei Feihong began to cry.
"Wrong!" Rong Shaoming shook the gold abacus in his hand again and corrected the Mei family: "Two hundred thousand taels of gold plus one million taels of gold, and then add one million taels of gold, now the total is
It’s 2.2 million taels of gold. What did the Mei family do? You don’t know how to do such a simple addition?”
Mei Feihong couldn't take a breath, and his body shook a little. He now finally understood what it means to raise prices from the ground up. Did you see that this young master Rong is a typical representative of raising prices from the ground up.
"Rong..." I wanted to say something more, but at this time, Mei Bingxue came to Mei Feihong's side and whispered in his ear: "Grandpa, if you talk again, I'm afraid Young Master Rong will do it again.
The price has increased!”
So Mei Feihong hurriedly swallowed the words in his mouth, but he, he, he couldn't take out the 2.2 million taels of gold now.
"That, that..."
Rong Shaoming looked at Mei Feihong, who had a tangled look on his face. This time he was shaking Mei Zihao in his hand: "What's the matter, Mr. Mei, do you think your grandson is not even worth such a small amount of money?"
Small money? Two million two million taels of gold. Is this small money?
Mei Feihong felt like he was about to vomit blood!