Large wooden boxes were placed neatly in front of him.
What's in the box?
He didn't know clearly, but when he looked at the writing on the box, his eyes instantly became moist.
"grandfather!"
He should have thought a long time ago that no one except the old man would think of leaving so much wealth to such an unfulfilled grandson.
In reality, your inheritance is not important to you at all.
No one can take away what the old man left for himself.
Carefully tear off the seal, and when the box is opened, you will see that there are Ming notes neatly placed in the box.
It was a thick box, and the money inside was probably enough for me to spend a lot of money on for a long time.
After hesitating for a while, Ding Xiaoyi did not immediately touch the money inside.
Instead, ask Wangcai: "If you had such a large amount of wealth, what would you do with it?"
Wangcai couldn't help but think about this question for a long time.
In other words, he was thinking about what his master was thinking.
I used to worry about not having enough money, but now I find that there are too many money to use up.
After Wangcai thought about it for a while, he tentatively said: "Master, Mingqian is a good thing, and good things should be used on the edge of the knife. Look at Lost Mansion, the second-level members are more like dogs, but the first-level members are very...
Master, it’s time for us to use money to accelerate development!”
It would be no exaggeration to say that the Lost Mansion has experienced expansion during this period.
But most of them are second-level members, and first-level members are not enough, or they are not able to reach the level of mutual contact with each other.
Right now, many people need money.
For example, Ge Erdan's ancestral express delivery project can solve many problems. Don't forget Bei Lan on Paradise Island. This guy has now started to run a business again with his own encouragement.
Although the money is not much, Paradise Island is very scarce in some pharmaceutical resources. If Ding Xiaoyi is willing to use Mingqian, the mainstream currency among first-level members.
Then I believe that Lost Mansion will develop to a terrifying level within one year, not even two years.
Wangcai's idea is good, and it needs to urgently speed up the development of Lost Mansion.
At this time, a war was imminent, power changes, and it would be no exaggeration to say that there were internal and external troubles.
This is a terrible time for the league and the union.
But for Lost Mansion, this is the perfect opportunity to make a fortune silently.
If you miss this opportunity and want to develop the Lost Mansion, you must be careful about the detection of the union and the alliance. If you are not careful, you will be wiped out in the cradle.
So Wangcai is also asking Ding Xiaoyi for money.
Ding Xiaoyi nodded and accepted Wangcai's opinion. Lost Mansion indeed needs to continue to develop.
You need ears and minions.
If you want to be free and happy, it is not enough to have no strength or capital.
So Ding Xiaoyi made some calculations and directly let Meat Ball swallow three large wooden boxes. The money inside was enough to keep Lost Mansion occupied for a long time.
After withdrawing the money, Ding Xiaoyi turned around and walked out of the warehouse.
The big monkey from before was waiting outside.
After seeing Ding Xiaoyi come out, he wrote a few words in the account book. It seemed that Da Mahou knew how much money he had taken out. Unfortunately, the account book was so gray that he couldn't see clearly what was recorded.
When he walked out of the bank gate, the old man was standing outside waiting for him.
When he saw Ding Xiaoyi coming out, he smiled and asked: "How much did you take?"
"Not much, enough!"
There was a horrifying amount of money in the three boxes, but compared to the money in the warehouse, it was just a drop in the bucket.
"These are all left behind by my grandfather?"
Ding Xiaoyi is very curious about how many things his grandfather left for him. How did he manage to get so much money?
If you say you earned it from a bet with a fool, I won't believe it to my death.
Not to mention that my grandfather was not a god of gambling. Even if he was a god of gambling, he would not be able to win so much.
"You ask me, how would I know to go? I don't know your grandfather!"
The old man curled his lips, unwilling to say more on this topic, and led Ding Xiaoyi forward: "Follow me to meet someone later, do her a favor, and I owe you a favor."
"I owe you a favor? Then can you help me find my grandfather in Fusui City?"
The city of Wusi is too big. What he can see right now is already so big that it has no edge. The areas further behind seem to be layers of space superimposed on top of each other. He doesn't know exactly how big it is.
But if you want to find your grandfather here, you may be looking for a needle in a haystack.
I don't know if my grandfather is here, but if I can find him, I would like to take him back to Chaimu's new home.
Leave this kind of thing to the old man, I believe he should have a solution.
The bad old man didn't hesitate and nodded readily: "Okay!"
While the two were talking, they came to the door of a small courtyard.
The two girls in front of the small courtyard seemed to be waiting for them.
The bad old man led the way forward, but Ding Xiaoyi stood in front of the door and paused: "Don't you need to hand in the door ticket?"
"No, this is not private land. Public land does not require door posts."
Ding Xiaoyi nodded and kept this information in mind. At the same time, he thought about his new Chaimu residence. He was afraid that it would be private land so that he would have enough power.
Thinking back on it, Ge Erdan said that his boss was building a building and was afraid that it would use public land.
He then asked: "How can we distinguish what is private land and what is public land?"
The bad old man frowned and didn't have time to speak.
But he heard a female voice that sounded like a silver bell saying for him: "There is no selfless land under Hades, and there is no sky above the mountain. Although it is not absolute, in the land of the underworld, who can have a private house, that is incredible wealth!"
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Ding Xiaoyi followed the sound and saw a faint figure of a woman in white behind a screen.
"Ahem! He's brought him here. If you want to say something, tell him quickly. After that, I want to take him back to eat some elbows!"
The bad old man coughed twice and interrupted the woman behind the screen.
Thinking of the crystal elbow that Mr. Chen said he would make.
The old man couldn't help swallowing it and spitting out two mouthfuls of it. One of the five lucky pigs is said to be delicious, so you can imagine how good the meat is.
If he hadn't received the woman's summons and Ding Xiaoyi had just remodeled his motorcycle, he wouldn't have rushed over.
"snort!"
The woman snorted coldly and signaled the maid aside to give a scroll of paintings to Ding Xiaoyi.
"I invited you here today because I want to ask for your help to find someone!"
When you open the painting, you will see a thin and stern face, short, lean hair, and eyes like a falcon. Even when viewed through the painting, it gives people a cold and ruthless visual sense."
"This...I'm not good at finding people."
This is not a refusal, but I am really not good at finding people.
If he was good at it, why would he get rid of the bad old man and help him find his grandfather?
"There is a jade crane here. If this person appears, the crane will naturally lead the way. If he finds him, he will smash the crane to pieces. I will naturally know it!"
After saying this, the woman asked someone to hand a jade crane to her.
Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows: "Could this person be in... the Yang world?"
"possible."
"possible?"
"I don't know exactly where it is. As long as he is very close to you, the crane will naturally sense it. Whether it succeeds or not depends on fate."
After the woman finished speaking, she stood up and walked into the inner room with the support of several maids. It seemed that she did not intend to continue chatting.
The old man stuffed the scroll into Ding Xiaoyi's arms and walked out with Ding Xiaoyi.
"Is this the end?"
It didn't even take five minutes from entering to coming out, just a few simple words and it was over?
This is really not what I thought.
"Otherwise? She and you are not the same person. What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and leave. It's too late to go back and the elbow won't taste good!"
As the old man said, he picked up Ding Xiaoyi and walked out.
"But what if I can't complete this task?"
The bad old man looked indifferent: "It won't be finished or not, she said it herself, just let it go. I'm just returning her a favor, but don't worry about it. If I find it, she may not be happy!"
What the old man said was so confusing that I felt dizzy after hearing it.
Just don't think too much and just ask the old man: "What about my grandfather..."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it! Don't ask me to find your grandfather, your grandma, your father, your mother, even if you want an ancestor in the dead city, I can find it for you!"
"No, I'll just find grandpa!"
Ding Xiaoyi quickly stopped the bad old man and told him not to find a lot of ancestors for himself. He couldn't serve them.
As for my parents, to be honest, although I have a blood relationship with them, I haven't seen them since I was a child, and basically don't have much affection for them.
I am not comfortable forcing myself to recognize them.
"Okay, okay, let's go quickly!"
The bad old man nodded like a chicken eating rice, but just after taking two steps, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt someone pulling him.
Look back.
Seeing the big round head in front of him, wearing a white robe, and a smiling expression on his honest face, who else could he be if he wasn't Bai Pangpang?
"Xiao Yi, why do you have to leave so soon after coming to the City of Death?"
With a silly smile on his face, Bai Pangpang glanced sideways at the old man, and his chubby face suddenly turned half black: "You old ghost, you said you should shut yourself up and think about your mistakes. I believe you are evil. I heard that someone stole it."
I think you probably stole the Empress’s Five Lucky Pigs!”
The bad old man saw Bai Pangpang's teeth itching in anger. When he heard his words, he covered Bai Pangpang's mouth: "Nonsense, it has nothing to do with me. That pig got lost on his own!"
Bai Pangpang had an expression of disbelief, and took Ding Xiaoyi's hand: "You're already here, why not come to my house to play."
Seeing this, the bad old man on the side quickly interrupted Bai Pangpang's words, grabbed Bai Pangpang's arm, and carried him to a corner. The two of them mumbled a lot.
Then I saw Bai Pangpang coming back with a satisfied expression on his face: "That's pretty much it. Come on, let's go home and eat some elbows. Of course, I'm not white either. I'm a prostitute. Look, what is this!"
As Bai Pangpang spoke, he took out a vermilion fruit from his wide cuffs.
As soon as the fruit appeared in Bai Pangpang's hand, he immediately stuffed it back into his sleeve.
At this time, the old man's originally dark complexion suddenly changed, his eyes sparkled, he hooked Bai Pangpang's little arm, and whispered in Bai Pangpang's ear: "You bald bastard, you can't do this."