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Lin Wan looked at Zhang Hao's family happily, she actually had a feeling of envy. She also hoped that a man would love herself so much, but she knew that it would not be Zhang Hao.

No one can replace his feelings for Chen Ruoxue. If he breaks in forcibly, it will hurt her and Chen Ruoxue's friendship.

Sometimes it is not necessary to love someone together, just keep it in your heart.

After dinner, Chen Ruoxue personally made the bed for Lin Wan, and the two sisters chatted late into the night.

How clever Chen Ruoxue couldn't see Lin Wan's admiration for Zhang Hao, but she knew that Lin Wan was a measured girl, and Zhang Hao didn't have to doubt it.

Lying on the bed, Lin Wan and Chen Ruoxue told a lot of their little secrets, as if Chen Ruoxue was her sister.

The next day Chen Ruoxue went to work in the group normally, Lin Wan played with Yueer at home, and Zhang Hao went to the Chinese medicine market.

This is a street of Chinese herbal medicine. Many bosses spread medicinal materials on the ground. The water inside is very deep. If you don't know how to do it, you will definitely be pitted.

Zhang Hao started walking along the street.

Today he is looking for gallnut and centipede, which are all Chinese medicines that have miraculous effects on scars.

This is the largest Chinese medicine distribution center in the magic capital. The whole street sells Chinese medicine, so it is easy to choose these medicines.

Along the way, Zhang Hao found more than a dozen Chinese medicine stalls, but only two had centipedes, and the quality was not very good.

As Zhang Hao continued to walk forward, he accidentally saw a good thing.

There was a wooden object on the ground, the size of a fist, and it didn't look eye-catching at all.

Zhang Hao stepped forward and took things in his hands, observing and smelling repeatedly.

"It's really a good thing, I didn't expect to encounter it here." Zhang Hao secretly said in his heart.

This is the strongest medicine for scars, Zi Luogen, this kind of thing usually grows in the depths of the desert, it is extremely difficult to see in the market, I did not expect to be touched by him in such a place.

The stall owner at the stall was overjoyed when he saw that Zhang Hao liked this thing so much.

"Little brother, I fell in love with this purple root, right? This is a top-notch product. It just arrived today."

Zhang Hao really liked this thing and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

The stall owner had already burst into laughter in his heart. The dyed purple Luogen was worried that he couldn't sell it. Today, a big fish came.

"Little brother, I think you like it very much, so I will tell you a little bit. I am the best purple root, but it is the best for removing scars. No matter what kind of scars, it can be restored as new."

Zhang Hao smiled disdainfully: "Are you thinking of me stupid? This is a substandard purple root that was dyed, and you almost wanted to lie to me."

Every industry has rules in every industry. Seeing through or not breaking is an unwritten rule in the medicinal material industry.

In the entire medicinal material market, every stall is more or less problematic, but they dare not sell fake medicines, at best shoddy.

Many years ago, a stall owner broke this rule and killed an old woman. Because no evidence was found, the stall owner escaped.

But a gangster on this street has collected all his criminal evidence, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come out in this life.

Since then, the boss has said that no one will be allowed to sell fake drugs.

The stall owners in the market are also very conscious, although sometimes shoddy things happen, but they will not endanger the lives of others.

The stall owner who was exposed to the scam was also embarrassed: "Little brother is a master. Since you don't like my purple root, please put it back."

"No hurry, although it's not the best purple root, it's still enough for medicinal purposes."

"You make a price, I want it." Zhang Hao said.

Hearing that Zhang Hao asked for it again, the stall owner's face was happy: "Since the young man is so happy, then I will give you a good price, and you can take it away for two thousand yuan."

This purple Luogen was collected from a farmer's family, and when the color was so correct, it was dyed, so I was going to pretend to be the best purple Luogen by pretending to be shoddy.

Since he was seen through, it was a profit for him as an ordinary purple root.

Zhang Hao weighed it with his hands: "Yes, I want it."

Zhang Hao passed the money directly, and he was extremely happy in his heart.

At this moment, a young voice came: "Wait a minute, boss, I want this purple root. I'll give you five thousand."

The stall owner was stunned. There are really many fat sheep today.

"This gentleman, do you want this purple root?" the stall owner asked, pointing at Zhang Hao's hand.

The young man said affirmatively: "Yes, that's it."

At this moment, an old man with a gray beard walked behind him, who seemed to be with the young man.

"Five thousand yuan, this purple root is ours."

The stall owner naturally turned his head to Zhang Hao and said, "Young man, if you are not bidding, this Ziluogen belongs to the old man."

Zhang Hao looked at him coldly and said: "One hand pays the money and the other hand delivers the goods. The money has already been given to you. Are you asking me to return it now?"

The stall owner is also a bit entangled. It is true in theory, but the extra 3,000 yuan is not fragrant?

After thinking about it for a long time, the stall owner sent the money to Zhang Hao: "Little brother, I won't sell it anymore."

He even stretched out his hand to get Zhang Hao's purple root directly.

"Snapped."

Zhang Hao slapped the stall owner with a slap, and his strength almost drove him out.

"If you dare to reach out to me, I will screw it off."

The stall owner saw Zhang Hao's fierce look, and he dared not say anything. Today he encountered hard stubble and he was only unlucky.

Just when Zhang Hao was about to turn around and leave, the young man hurriedly stopped him: "Brother, I will pay 10,000 yuan. Give me Ziluogen, so that you have made five times the money. "

"Even if you pay a hundred times, I won't sell it to you." Zhang Hao said firmly.

The young man feels that this is really a strange person, one hundred times but two million, even gold is not worth the price.

"Brother, just make friends. I will pay 200,000 yuan and buy the purple roots from you."

The stall owner on one side heard the price of 200,000 yuan, and felt that the world was not normal.

He has met so many fools, but why can't he come earlier?

Hearing this price, Zhang Hao didn't have any waves on his face, he just wanted to start quickly for good things.

"I've said it, don't sell it." Zhang Hao said boredly.

When he saw Zhang Hao rejecting the young man so decisively, the stall owner almost didn't come up at once.

Two hundred thousand, enough for him to earn for several years, but this guy didn't even want it.

Does he have a pit in his head!

No, he must be a big fool.

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