Chen Yu listened to Qin Fan's remarks and complained slightly: "It seems that you haven't thought about my feelings at all."
Qin Fan grinned, "Xiaoyu, I'm telling the truth. If the countryside is built well, it will be almost the same as the city."
"How is that possible!" Chen Yu shook his head and objected, "There are high-rise buildings in the city, but not in the countryside."
"What's so great about high-rise buildings? It's so comfortable to build a villa in the countryside. I'm so envious of those city dwellers."
Chen Yu glared, "Look what you said is true, as if you have realized it now!"
Qin Fan pouted, "Don't mention it yet, I really want to build a villa in the countryside and raise some animals. I will build it when I make money. Just wait!"
Chen Yu raised his head and smiled, hugged Qin Fan tighter, and suddenly asked: "Xiao Fan, what is the craziest thing you have ever done?"
Qin Fan was startled, "The craziest one?" He immediately turned around and said with bad intentions: "That's what I did to you in the village that day."
Chen Yu's cheeks turned red, he lowered his head shyly, paused and shyly whispered: "Would you like to do something crazier than this?"
"What is it?" Qin Fan became curious.
Chen Yu pointed to a cornfield in front of him, "Stop there!"
The car stopped, Chen Yu got out of the car and walked directly to the cornfield, Qin Fan followed behind him knowingly.
Today is not as weak as he was a few days ago due to the consumption of spiritual energy. Even if he fought for several rounds today, he would have no problem.
Walking into the cornfield, Chen Yu suddenly turned his head and said, "Don't close your eyes and look!"
"Why are you closing your eyes? It's not like I've never seen it before!" Qin Fan felt depressed for a while, but still closed his eyes.
Chen Yu quickly took off his shirt and hood.
Hearing Chen Yu's voice for a moment, Qin Fan opened his eyes and saw a white body in front of him. Qin Fan, who was swallowing his saliva, was stunned.
"Start quickly, we have to go to the county seat after we finish!" Chen Yujiao urged with an angry glare.
Qin Fan was not to be outdone. After the foreplay, Chen Yu lay down in the cornfield. Before Qin Fan entered the last line of defense, he suddenly heard a gasp not far away.
Qin Fan was startled. He hadn't even started yet. This sound definitely did not come from Chen Yu's mouth.
"Is there someone?" Chen Yu was also startled when he heard the voice. He glanced at Qin Fan and subconsciously hurriedly pulled off his clothes and put them on.
"I'll go take a look!" Qin Fan signaled in a low voice.
Chen Yu panicked and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go too." She thought someone was peeking.
The two of them tiptoed to the edge of the field. There was an earthen ditch at the edge of the field. The grass was very long. Qin Fan found that in the grass, a man and a woman were stacked on top of each other and twisting, and the sound came from there.
Holy shit, Qin Fan is so depressed. This happens every time he finally gets to do something.
Turning to look at Chen Yu next to him, he saw that Chen Yu's cheeks were flushed and he looked a little shy.
"Let's go!" Qin Fan signaled.
Chen Yu also followed out.
Qin Fan couldn't help laughing on the way, but Chen Yu was a little depressed. At noon, the two of them arrived at the county seat.
The two had lunch casually, Chen Yu went to do some errands, and Qin Fan went to the farmer's market. It was a bit late when he went, but even though it was late, there were still many people.
Qin Fan went from shop to shop asking about wild eggs for sale, and eventually he found that there were some shops selling wild eggs, but the eggs were not pure, and the supply exceeded demand.
He then went to several hotels to inquire about serving pheasant meat.
Every hotel has a fixed supplier. Qin Fan was frustrated because there was no relationship, but he still found out that the supply of pheasant meat was also in short supply, which made Qin Fan even more interested in raising pheasant chickens.
After coming out of the farmer's market, Qin Fan took the vase to the antique market again. He thought that since there were many experts in the antique market, the vase could be sold at a good price.
It happened that Chen Yu came to Qin Fan directly after finishing his matter.
I walked around the antique market with Chen Yu, and all the stalls that could be set up were occupied.
Qin Fan was depressed, and in the end he could only find a corner, and this location happened to be very close to the vendor who bought the vase yesterday.
"Xiao Fan, how much can this vase sell for, and why do you set up a stall here?" Chen Yu asked. In her opinion, this vase is just as ordinary as the vases she usually sees.
Qin Fan didn't want to sell to an antique store, as that kind of store usually kept the price too low, and he had repaired it with a repair charm, so Qin Fan wanted to sell it to someone who appreciated the vase cultural relics himself.
Qin Fan pretended to be mysterious, "Don't shout if I tell you."
Chen Yu grinned with disdain, "It's just a broken bottle, it can't be sold for ten thousand."
Qin Fan was ashamed, thinking that this bottle was only worth a thousand yuan to Chen Yu, he immediately shook his head and said: "Ten."
"Look, I said it's only worth a thousand dollars."
Qin Fan glared depressedly, "I said one hundred thousand!"
"Ten...ten thousand?" Chen Yu was shocked, his eyes turned, and he subconsciously looked at the vase, "Oh my god, can you sell so many?"
Qin Fan took a look, smiled and said nothing.
He previously thought that the vase could be sold for 50,000 yuan, but later he found out that the previous auction price was over 100,000 yuan, so this surprised and delighted Qin Fan.
The two of them were talking and just put the vase out, which immediately attracted the attention of some passers-by.
Qin Fan cleverly and fluently explained the information about this vase. He had already researched some knowledge about the official kilns of the Song Dynasty before coming.
While passers-by were discussing the vase, a middle-aged man suddenly squeezed in from the crowd. This man was none other than the stall owner who sold his vase yesterday, followed by two other people.
The stall owner's name is Zhao Kun. Although he only runs a stall, many people avoid him because he is usually overbearing.
"Little brother, we meet again!" Zhao Kun knelt down and looked at the vase. He was shocked and smiled at Qin Fan, but this smile was a sinister smile.
Qin Fan nodded, "We meet again." He knew that the other party must have bad intentions when he came.
Zhao Kun looked down at the vase again, raised his eyelids, and whispered: "Sell me this vase for double the price I sold it to you yesterday, ten thousand."
After the observation just now, he confirmed that the vase in his hand was undoubtedly authentic and intact. The businessman was driven by profit. If he bought it for ten thousand and resold it, he would definitely make seventy or eighty thousand.
Qin Fan shook his head and smiled: "I won't sell it!"
Zhao Kun's face suddenly turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Boy, don't forget where this is. A boy from the countryside knows his way around me. I'll just pay you and you can leave!"
"What are you going to do!" Chen Yu stood aside and asked.
Zhao Kun ignored Chen Yu, but stared at Qin Fan, threatening: "Sell it or not?"
Immediately, the two people standing behind walked up to him with fierce momentum.
Qin Fan looked at the formation in front of him, shook his head and said calmly: "I said I won't sell it!"
"Damn you, you don't have to eat or drink as a penalty for toasting, don't you dare not give us brother Kun face!" A man was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Zhao Kun.
Zhao Kun took a step forward and sneered, "Boy, I don't think you have much backbone, but you are still a bit tender in front of my brother Kun!"
As he spoke, Zhao Kun stood up, pointed to the vase in his hand, and said seriously to the people behind him, "Don't look at it, everyone, this vase is a fake!"