The playboy is very innocent -

"Five...fifty million?!"

Swallowing hard, Feng Quansheng's face turned green and black. He had already scolded all eight generations of Shen Mo's ancestors in his heart.

Damn, even if it’s a robbery, it’s not so cruel, right? Fifty million, this is not a small amount of money. I’ll spend hundreds of thousands to treat you to a meal. It’s painful. If I give you another fifty million... …I might as well die out of luck.

"Master Shen, are you kidding me? Fifty million? Even if I sell this old bone, I can't sell it for fifty million." Feng Quansheng looked bitter. He had to say that for the sake of profit, he You can give up any dignity.

Someone once said that the most disrespectful people in the world are politicians and businessmen. In the minds of these two people, one is power and the other is profit, which are "useless" things that can make them give up their dignity.

For Feng Quansheng, it was a benefit to let Shen Mo help him solve his troubles. If he could make Shen Mo feel softer and ask for less money, he would think it was worth it.

Face, how much is face worth? In this world, only by being shameless can you make big money.

Shen Mo put down his wine glass, looked at Feng Quansheng seriously, and then smacked his lips: "Well, it seems that you are very self-aware. This old bone of yours is indeed worthless. Even if it is sold for two hundred and fifty yuan, there may not be anyone. I want it."

Feng Quansheng's face turned even darker.

Shen Mo didn't care about him at all, curled his lips and continued: "If Director Feng thinks that my asking price is too high, you can hire someone else. I, Shen Mo, have always been an innocent child in business. Don't blame me for not telling you. You have had bad luck this year." It won't take half a year to solve it. Not only that, if you can't get rid of the bad luck, you will become more and more unlucky, and in the end, you will encounter a fateful disaster! Do you know about a fateful disaster? It is the trouble that will kill you!"

"Waiter, pack up!" Seeing that Feng Quansheng was still hesitating, Shen Mo waved to the waiter and stood up to leave.

While the waiter was packing, Shen Mo turned around and said to Feng Quansheng with a sneer: "Tomorrow at noon, you will be in big trouble. Don't think that you will be fine if you hide at home and don't go out. There might be an earthquake. "

Carrying the things, Shen Mo planned to go home.

Feng Quansheng sat at the table, watching Shen Mo leave, hesitating in his heart.

It is said that very few people would believe in things like fate and luck, but this is only for ordinary people. For those who have done too many things to worry about, they are the easiest to be fooled.

Thinking that if he missed this opportunity, he would be in big trouble again tomorrow, even if he didn't die, his body would not be able to withstand it. Feng Quansheng was restless. Seeing that Shen Mo was about to walk out, he suddenly gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Master Shen, please come back." , I agree to your conditions!"

Shen Mo turned around and stood at the door, with the corners of his mouth raised: "Are you serious about this?"

"I'll ask the secretary to send the check later." Feng Quansheng confirmed.

Shen Mo nodded. He walked slowly just now on purpose, just waiting for Feng Quansheng to persuade him to stay. He knew the thoughts of people like Feng Quansheng very well. The richer and more powerful a person is, the more they are afraid of death and cannot stand being bluffed. alley.

Walking back with an indifferent smile, Shen Mo sat opposite Feng Quansheng: "Since you have agreed to both of my conditions, then I will help you."

"Two conditions?" Feng Quansheng was about to say thank you, but he knew what Shen Mo said, so he immediately raised his head: "Young Master Shen, you just said one condition, why did it become two conditions?"

Shen Moyi raised his eyebrows: "Why, do I still have to say my second condition?"

Feng Quansheng was startled, and then realized what Shen Mo wanted in his second condition.

With a face like a bitter gourd, Feng Quansheng looked embarrassed, as if this second condition was even harder to agree to than the first.

Looking at his face, Shen Mo didn't understand. Is it harder for him to give that song back to Ling Ge than to give him 50 million?

"Why, you don't agree?"

Feng Quansheng nodded hesitantly: "It's not that I don't agree, this... is a bit difficult. How about I add another five million, and Master Shen can help me persuade Ling Ge."

Shen Mo stretched out his fingers and lightly touched the table. Feng Quansheng's somewhat difficult words made him feel something was wrong.

Is there someone else behind this incident?

"Give me ten million less, I want that person's name." Shen Mo thought for a while and suddenly said.

Feng Quansheng's heart skipped a beat, why is this kid so smart?

Stealing Ling Ge's song and hiding her in the snow, someone indeed instigated Feng Quansheng to do this. Otherwise, how could Feng Quansheng give up such a cash cow?

What the other party promised him was something he could not refuse. Feng Quansheng was not short of money, but in China, money is often not the most important thing.

Just thinking that if he didn't agree to Shen Mo, he wouldn't be able to get rid of his bad luck, Feng Quansheng was in a dilemma.

"I know that person must have given you enough benefits, Mr. Feng, some things are just the icing on the cake when you get them, and some things are useless if you lose them but regret them. If you don't get rid of your bad luck quickly, what will happen? So, I don’t think I need to say more.”

Shen Mo's meaning couldn't be more obvious. No matter how good the things others give you, you are destined to take them, but you also have to enjoy them.

Feng Quansheng felt panicked. The more Shen Mo said this, the more he believed Shen Mo's words. Yes, even if he got the benefits from that person, if bad luck continued, wouldn't he have picked up sesame seeds and thrown away watermelons?

"this……"

"It seems you still don't believe me. So, what I just said can be verified before two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If you are not dead by then and have changed your mind, just call me." Shen Mo waved his hand. , picked up the packed things and prepared to leave.

He was not in a hurry for this day. While he was drinking, he sent another spell to Feng Quansheng. He would definitely be in bad luck tomorrow.

Shen Mo was not worried at all that his curse would be broken. If someone could really break his curse, he would have to seek help from him to remove the curse first even if he was trying to sell everything.

"Baipulu."

Seeing that Shen Mo was really leaving this time, Feng Quansheng felt anxious and blurted out a name.

Shen Mo stopped again.

The smile on his face flashed away. When he heard the name, he felt doubtful: "Bai Polu? A member of the Bai family?"

"Master Shen, I've told you my name. Don't ask me anything else. I really can't say more. Otherwise, even if you help me get rid of my bad luck, my life will be at risk." Feng Quansheng appealed carelessly. Said, this guy can pretend to be pitiful.

Shen Mo didn't make things difficult for him. With this name, he would check the rest by himself.

It's really interesting that the Bai family wants to fight among themselves.

Sitting on the table again, Shen Mo asked Feng Quansheng to prepare paper and pen, and then pretended to cut his pulse, but withdrew the spell power.

If you practice the luck-taking technique to a certain level, you can not only absorb good luck, but also bad luck. This was something Shen Mo realized only recently, and it was not mentioned in the book.

After learning all the useful things for him in that book, Shen Mo studied carefully, and combined with the things his master Ge Tianshi taught him, he found that the techniques handed down by Mrs. Jiang were only the lowest level. If he studied carefully, he would find these The method will also have more uses.

Shen Mo has just found the trick. After a few days of study, he gradually gained some understanding.

Withdrawing the spell power from Feng Quansheng, Shen Mo shivered all over. If he distributed the spell power to others, he would encounter the same bad luck. After withdrawing it, the spell power in his body would increase again. In this way, he It's like a book that's broken in half.

But as long as he can help Ling Ge, that's enough, not to mention that Shen Mo has mastered the luck-taking technique and can absorb some good luck from anyone who doesn't like him on the street, and he will be safe and sound.

"Deer antlers, fur seal kidneys, cordyceps, cistanche deserticola, Eucommia ulmoides, Cuscuta, Achyranthes achyranthes, Achyranthes achyranthes, Gorgon, raspberry, curculigo, 1358 kinds get 4 qian, 260 get 3 qian, and the rest get 5 qian. , simmer for four hours, cool down and then take it. If you take it for eighteen days, your bad luck will be cured." Shen Mo wrote down a prescription on the paper with a few strokes, and ordered.

If he had just absorbed the power of the spell and said it was okay, Feng Quansheng would definitely think that Shen Mo was faking it. Anyway, the old man was suffering from severe kidney deficiency, so Shen Mo would prescribe him some kidney-tonifying medicine. Regarding Chinese medicine, Shen Mo was raped by the old man. He crammed in a few books, and he didn't even have a superficial understanding of Chinese medicine, but these tonics would definitely not kill anyone.

As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, Feng Quansheng took the prescription with both hands, read it twice solemnly, and then carefully folded it up and put it close to his body: "Thank you so much, Mr. Shen. Mr. Shen is so kind, I will never forget it."

Shen Mo waved his hand to signal him not to talk nonsense, stood up and patted his clothes: "I will go find someone to get the 40 million tomorrow. You'd better not tell Bai Polu what happened today."

Feng Quansheng quickly agreed. Although he didn't know Shen Mo's identity, but after seeing his methods, how could Feng Quansheng dare to provoke him?

With Feng Quansheng's respectful farewell, Shen Mo left the hotel, took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot, found his own parking space, and planned to drive away.

However, when he walked not far from the parking space, he saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe sitting motionless next to his car.

Frowning slightly, Shen Mo curled his lips. Judging from the tattered clothes he wore, he was probably a beggar. Shen Mo didn't have a good impression of beggars. Nowadays, beggars are not ordinary beggars. All the beggars in Jin Yong's novels are They are gangsters, but today's beggars are professional. Anyone who is qualified to eat well as a beggar will definitely have a higher income than ordinary high-level white-collar workers.

Shen Mo walked straight to the car, opened the door and wanted to get in the car.
Chapter completed!