"Dad, I don't think Jiang Zhihao lied to us." Yan Jiani said.
Yan Longxiang looked at her and asked: "Do you really think he will give us miracle medicine worth hundreds of millions for free? Why? I don't think I have any ability that deserves his attention."
Yan Jiani wanted to tell him that what Jiang Zhihao really values is not you, but your daughter.
Yan Longxiang could actually think of this possibility, but he still felt that even his daughter was not worth 700 million.
All in all, this number is so scary that Yan Longxiang cannot figure it out no matter what.
Yan Jiani didn't know how to explain to him, and couldn't tell the truth, so she could only sigh and said: "Anyway, you just need to believe him. Since he said he would give it to you for free, it is true."
Yan Longxiang looked at her suspiciously and asked, "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I know him." Yan Jiani said.
Yan Longxiang was stunned for a moment. Do you understand him?
As far as he knew, his daughter and Jiang Zhihao should have known each other for a short time, and it was impossible to say that they knew each other well.
Unless...there is some special relationship between the two.
Thinking of this, Yan Longxiang's eyes couldn't help but look strange, and asked: "Daughter, tell me honestly, are you and Mr. Jiang... together?"
Yan Jiani knew what being together meant. She couldn't help but blush, and said coquettishly: "Dad, what are you thinking about? I already consider him my brother, how could there be such a thing? Oh, don't
After thinking so much, you just have to believe him!"
She refused to admit it, and Yan Longxiang still insisted on his guess that there must be some story between his daughter and Jiang Zhihao.
But since Yan Jiani chose not to say anything, it was hard for him to continue asking, but his doubts about the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill had been alleviated a lot.
Afterwards, the father and daughter went back to their houses.
Yan Longxiang entered the bedroom and saw Zhang Meiyu sitting on the bed and sulking.
He closed the door and walked over, put his arm around his wife's shoulders, and said, "Are you still angry? Let me tell you, we may make a lot of money this time!"
"I think you've taken some sleeping pills." Zhang Meiyu said angrily: "Just having a meal with someone and making a lot of money? Can you be a bit successful?"
"I'm not talking about eating, but the pill! The Nine-turn Resurrection Pill! Lao Qian called me just now and said that he happened to see a Nine-turn Resurrection Pill being auctioned at the auction. Do you know how much it fetched in the end?
What’s the price?” Yan Longxiang asked.
Zhang Meiyu glanced at him and said: "How high can it be shot? Eight million? Ten million?"
In her opinion, a pill can be sold for millions, which is considered a sky-high price.
Those hundred-year-old ginseng kings only cost this price.
As for more expensive drugs, it’s not that they don’t exist, but how expensive can they be? It’s impossible to exceed eight figures anyway.
Before Qian Xianhong called, Yan Longxiang thought the same way, but after that call, his understanding was immediately refreshed.
Yan Longxiang took a deep breath and said: "Old Qian said that the price of that medicine was 680 million!"
Zhang Meiyu suddenly turned her head to look at him, dumbfounded, and asked: "How much?"