Everyone turned to look, and saw a tall, stunning, but extremely beautiful young woman coming from the corner. Behind the woman, there were two bodyguards and a middle-aged man.
Someone in the crowd soon started talking, and their surprised eyes fell on this iceberg beauty.
"Isn't this Miss Bingying from Hong Kong Island?"
"Mr. Glacier Sea is here too."
"How did this woman get involved with this guy?"
When Fang Xiaoyu saw Miss Bingying arriving, he just replied lightly: "Thank you!"
Miss Bingying glanced at him and said "hum", and replied arrogantly: "No need to thank me, I just said what I should say. I never thought about helping you."
Sima Mengchao was startled when he saw that the visitor was Miss Bingying, the daughter of a rich man from Hong Kong Island. He opened his mouth and asked: "Miss Bingying, do you know him?"
"How could I know such a person?" Miss Bingying glanced at Fang Xiaoyu disdainfully and explained: "I'm just telling the facts I saw. When I was buying medicinal materials on Lingbao Street at noon today
, I did meet this young man and bought this piece of precious blood donkey skin for 40,000 yuan in the donkey-hide gelatin shop."
"Oh! Is there such a thing?" Sima Mengchao felt a little headache. The power of Glacier Sea is no worse than that of the Sima family. The words spoken by such an eldest lady naturally have weight. Even if they are false, they cannot be refuted on the spot.
He cast his gaze on Young Master Liang who was standing aside and asked, "Young Master Liang, what's going on with this donkey skin?"
When Liang Shao saw Miss Bingying, she stood up to speak for Fang Xiaoyu and secretly complained in her heart.
Fortunately, he is thick-skinned enough.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he smiled and explained to Miss Bingying: "Miss Bing, I believe what you said. But the piece of precious blood donkey skin I have now is indeed mine. It is the same as that of the boy named Fang.
One dollar, nothing to do with it."
When saying this, Mr. Liang specifically glanced at Miss Bingying's chest.
Miss Bingying stared with anger and wanted to say something, but she had nothing to say. She really had no choice but to prove that this piece of donkey skin must be the one Fang Xiaoyu said.
Liang saw that Miss Bingying had nothing to say, and smiled proudly and said to Fang Xiaoyu: "Boy, you said that this piece of precious blood donkey skin is yours, but you can't provide evidence. If you can provide evidence,
Without saying a word, I, Mr. Liang, will return the donkey skin to you immediately. Even if you can tell a little bit about the characteristics of the donkey skin, it will be fine. If you are right, I, Mr. Liang, will immediately give you the precious blood donkey skin."
"You said that yourself." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "This piece of donkey skin has a putrid smell, and it is so smelly that you can smell it even from ten meters away. That's why
, the proprietress of the donkey-hide gelatin shop will sell it to me at a low price."
"Oh! Really?" A trace of pride flashed across Mr. Liang's face, and he deliberately shouted to everyone in a longer tone: "Did you hear that? This young man said that the donkey skin is smelly. Okay, I will tell you now.
We opened a crystal cabinet on the spot and let everyone smell it to see if it really smells that bad."
When he said this, a trace of pride flashed in Mr. Liang's eyes. Because he had already processed the donkey skin. When he opened the crystal cabinet, there would naturally be no smell.
He was sure that Fang Xiaoyu was going to lose, so he waved to the two staff members, who immediately ran over and opened the crystal cabinet with their hands.
"Okay, now the cabinet is open. Everyone can come over and have a smell." Young Master Liang intentionally shouted to everyone, and asked Master Kumu to guard it tightly to prevent Fang Xiaoyu from touching the donkey skin.
Several curious audience members jumped on the stage, sniffed it one after another, and quickly shook their heads in reply.
"It has no taste!"
"I smell something good!"
"Yes, it doesn't smell at all."
Fang Xiaoyu tried to smell it with his nose. Sure enough, there was no rancid smell, and his face darkened. He knew that Mr. Liang must have tampered with the donkey skin.
Fang Xiaoyu's face didn't look good.
Mr. Liang laughed proudly: "Boy, does this donkey skin smell bad?"
"It doesn't stink. That's because you have treated the precious blood donkey skin." Fang Xiaoyu raised his face unconvinced and said: "Everyone who knows how to recognize the product knows that the precious blood donkey skin was raised by a sick donkey during his lifetime.
, the smell of its skin after death is different from that of ordinary donkeys. It smells extremely strange. The donkey skin on the stage now does not stink, that is because you have undergone special treatment. Unless, this is not a piece of precious blood donkey skin."
"Hmph! Boy, if you keep talking nonsense, I won't be polite to you." Mr. Liang shouted at Fang Xiaoyu angrily.
At this time, the fortune teller on the side immediately interjected: "Precious blood donkey skin does have a smell. I have heard of this."
"What you have heard cannot be counted." Mr. Liang smiled and said to the fortune teller: "Mr. fortune teller, I know that Mr. Fang is your friend. But I don't dare to agree with the point of view you put forward.
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As soon as he finished speaking, the glacier sea on the side also said lightly: "Mr. Divine Fortune Teller, you are right. The real precious blood donkey skin will indeed smell extremely. I personally asked an expert for advice on this issue.
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Glacier Sea wanted to get the precious blood donkey skin, so he naturally knew the properties of the precious blood donkey skin.
"This..." A trace of blush flashed across Mr. Liang's face. He never dreamed that the glacier sea would also turn towards this boy.
The words of this rich man carried considerable weight in the circle, making him extremely embarrassed.
Seeing this, Master Kumu stood up and stood up.
He smiled and continued: "Yes, we have indeed treated this piece of precious blood donkey skin. Otherwise, we would not dare to bring it to this place to show it to everyone. This is to prevent everyone from smelling it.
I felt uncomfortable, so I fumigated it with sandalwood to get rid of the stink. I didn’t tell our young master about this. But this piece of donkey skin is really not Mr. Fang’s donkey skin. I think Mr. Fang is because
The eagerness to lose the treasure led to mental problems, and he mistakenly regarded our donkey skin as his lost property!"
"Haha! That's right. I think this kid is probably mentally ill. What kind of treasure does our Liang family want? We will plot against this kid for a piece of precious blood donkey skin." Mr. Liang rolled his eyes at Fang Xiaoyu with disdain.
He snorted coldly: "Boy, give up! The smell you mentioned is just the commonality of all precious blood donkey skins. If you can't produce any evidence, you still want donkey skins and you're dreaming. Get out of here!"
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"No! I still have evidence." Fang Xiaoyu raised his face and said to Mr. Liang: "There is a mark on this piece of donkey skin."
"Huh! Come on! Are you finished? One moment is the smell, the other is the mark. I don't have that much time to play with you." Mr. Liang drank angrily, and then turned to Sima Menghai and said: "Mr. Sima,
Get someone to drive this kid out."
"Wait! I think since you are not guilty, you should give this gentleman a chance to prove his innocence." Miss Bingying on the side said coldly. (To be continued)