When the little guy heard Mommy's words, a star appeared in his eyes and admired Mommy in a terrible way: "Mommy, baby admires you so much. You are right. Since you are treating this old man, I think he owes you a favor. I guess the old man doesn't care about adding 20,000 soul stones to us."

Hearing the mother and son sing and reconciling, the old shopkeeper was blowing his beard and staring at the counter, feeling depressed, thinking how could he meet such a rare mother and son? But now he seemed to have forgotten that the rare mother and son gave him hope.

"Old man, you heard the conversation between us mother and son just now. What do you think?"

The old shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said ruthlessly in his heart: "Okay, I can answer to use 20,000 soul stones as rewards, but I have to heal me first before giving it to you."

"Mommy, you can't be fooled. If you cure his illness, he will say that it is not cured. At that time, we will not be mute and eat coptis chinensis, can't we say that there is any pain?"

Looking at the serious little guy, Zhang Tongyan nodded repeatedly and said, "Xiaobao is reasonable. Old man, what do you think of my son's concerns?"

"I'm so old, of course I can't do that kind of thing anymore."

"Mommy, don't forget that I'm so old. Don't you know who my cheap daddy is? You are always confused. Let him give us a deposit of 10,000 yuan first. After the treatment is cured, we will ask for another 10,000 yuan, so that everyone can rest assured."

"Okay, I'll give it."

Zhang Tongyan took the 10,000 soul stones handed over by the shopkeeper, and without even taking a look, he threw them to his son's baby and said, "Get away, let's open the way."

When the old shopkeeper saw Zhang Tongyan bringing the little guy with him, he walked out of the pawn shop, not taking the treatment of his chronic disease seriously, and quickly said, "Hey, you haven't cured my disease yet?"

Zhang Tongyan turned his head and said, "Old man, it's true that I didn't cure your illness, but I didn't ask you for the remaining 10,000 yuan. If you want to cure your illness, go to the best hotel in Nanman Village to find me."

“The best hotel? Wankelai Hotel.”

After the old shopkeeper heard that Zhang Tongyan was going to the best hotel in Nanman Village, he immediately thought of Wanke coming to the hotel. Looking at the figures of the two, he disappeared at the door of the pawn shop. The old man carefully recalled what Zhang Tongyan said, it seemed very reasonable. He agreed that he would give him more than 10,000 yuan to cure the disease. He did not treat him or ask for more than 10,000 yuan.

.........

Zhang Tongyan and the little guy stood outside the door of Wankelai Hotel.

"Xiaobao, is that old man said this name?"

"Mommy, yes, the best hotel must be here. Mommy, the baby is tired and wants to have a sleep."

Zhang Tongyan brought the little guy to the hotel.

Faced with the waiter's warm greeting, the little guy generously threw out a soul stone for him, and then said angrily: "Arrang the best room for us, this is for you."

The waiter took over the soul stone, and his eyes were full of stars. He excited the considerable income of a soul stone tip. At the same time, he also shocked someone's child, who was so smart and terrifying.

Money is the father, and milk is the mother. The waiter who collected a soul stone quickly took the two to one of the most luxurious guest rooms in Wankelai.
Chapter completed!