"Nonsense, I am the spirit of the Tai Chi diagram. If I don't have this ability, I'll make a big fuck! But don't worry, that kid has no malicious intentions to you for the time being!" Uncle Gui snorted: "Selling his jar of wine for 30 million is considered to be a bargain. More than 400 years ago, a bottle of thimbled wine could be auctioned for more than 10 million. This jar of ice and fire brewing is much better than that of thimbled wine. It's thimbled to say whether it's low or not. If it's taken out for auction, it's definitely more than this price!"

Ban Ming was so happy that he smiled in his heart: "Anyway, he picked it up, not to mention that the auction takes a time cycle. My time is precious now, so I can save as much as I can. It is already very good to get 30 million immediately... By the way, how do you know that he has no malicious intentions towards me?"

Uncle Gui said in an old and arrogant manner: "Does murderous aura understand murderous aura? When can you sense the malice and murderous aura in others? Even if your martial arts are introductory, young man, you are still far from it now! Speaking of which, Zhuang Han didn't know the first, otherwise if he sensed Chen Chen's murderous aura, human history might have to be rewritten."

Is that true? Ban Ming frowned slightly. Although he often heard murderous intent in novels and films, he really never felt it in reality.

Uncle Gui thought of something and laughed: "Actually, someone has already shown murderous aura to you, but I won't tell you who he is."

Someone wants to kill me? Ban Ming was shocked. He felt that he was low-key enough at school and never took the initiative to provoke anyone. How could anyone want to kill him?

Unwilling to ask Uncle Gui who wanted to kill him, Ban Ming didn't want the initiative to fall into this guy's hands. Who knows what requests this guy would make and what plans would he have?

So far, Ban Ming has always been in a state of semi-trust for Uncle Gui. Perhaps this trust will increase a little when the Nine Octopus Pier is determined in the future, but it is impossible to trust it completely.

Two minutes later, the old man returned to the reception room and placed a card on the coffee table.

This card is special, made of transparent material, with only a golden Federal Bank pattern in the center.

"Unknown cash card!"

Ban Ming had never eaten pork or saw pigs running. He recognized it at a glance that this was an unnamed cash card that was only circulated on the Internet that was not a well-known and handsome man and chaebol.

Such a card does not require entering a password, and you can withdraw money from the ATM or transfer money online directly. The minimum amount is tens of millions.

Ban Ming remained silent, picked up the card, put it in his pocket, and stood up.

The old man was stunned when he saw this and said, "Don't you check how much money is inside?"

Ban Ming showed a meaningful look and said lightly: "I think a top-grade martial arts master in the realm will not be able to fool me for 30 million."

The old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was shocked. In an instant, Ban Ming became a little unfathomable in his eyes.

"Do you know me?" The old man stared at Ban Ming and said in a tentative tone. His aura changed and he felt fierce.

"No matter what our identities are, it has nothing to do with this transaction, right?" Ban Ming decided to make a fool of himself.

The old man raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, took out a business card from his pocket, with a simple mobile phone number on it, and handed it to Ban Ming with both hands: "If you have such wine to sell in the future, you can contact me at any time, as the price is easy to say."

Ban Ming took the business card and put it in his pocket, and left the reception room.

The old man opened the cover of the wine jar impatiently, leaned close to smell it gently, and his face showed an extremely intoxicated expression, with a red face, and extremely excited: "That's right, it's this smell! Haha, with this jar of peerless wine, let's see if that guy Lao Qian has the face to show off his century-old daughter next time?" Suddenly his face changed, and he showed a look of annoyance, "Oh, I forgot to ask him what the name of this wine is! Forget it, I'll ask you next time I see it."

Then, the old man looked thoughtful: "But what is this little guy's origin? Do you recognize me? Such a good wine is unheard of, and it is not something that ordinary people can make. His origin is probably unusual..."

The old man didn't know that Ban Ming, who was from his opinion, had no ordinary origin. When he walked out of the Batong Auction House, his calves were trembling gently, and his stomach was twitching with excitement.

Thirty million! Such a huge sum of money is now lying in his pocket!

"Hey, I can't tell that you are quite good at acting!" Uncle Ghost teased.

Ban Ming said naturally: "There is no way, I have no power, no power, and no strength, so I can only make a fool of myself and make the other party take a chance. I don't want to die as cowardly as Zhuang Han because of a jar of wine."

It has to be said that Zhuang Han's life had a profound impact on Ban Ming, which made him truly understand the true meaning of the four words "scarcely" in human hearts, so he would try his best to be more careful when doing things.

After leaving Batong Auction House, Ban Ming immediately took a taxi at the street entrance and asked the driver to detour for a while before returning to the near the light rail station.

I randomly found a street cash machine, inserted it into the cash card, and checked the amount. The series of zeros on it made Ban Ming dizzy, swallowing his saliva, and truly relieved.

He transferred all his money to his bank card account, and then the inner dollar shocked, destroyed the card and threw it into the trash can.

After removing the disguise and returning to the hotel, Ban Ming took out five wine jars from under the bed, sighing and feeling deeply.

For 30 million per altar, five altars are 150 million. It turns out that the money of the rich is so easy to make!

However, since he was no longer short of money, Ban Ming did not intend to sell the remaining wine.

He immediately started the computer and started shopping online, buying all the things needed to make the root bone detector. As for the delivery address, he wrote the address of the school dormitory.

Nowadays, online shopping for students is already a part of their daily life. Every day, packages piled up like hills are piled up in the dormitory building waiting for people to pick them up.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening to get through all this.

Ban Ming thought about it, took a bag out of the hotel, found a nearby open park, divided the remaining five jars of wine into three parts and hid them in three places, and then secretly returned to the hotel, which was almost a little bit.

Ban Ming yawned.

Since going to Mount Regula and experiencing life and death, Ban Ming's spirit has been very nervous. Now he has really relaxed and he feels sleepy.

But he did not sleep, but instead went cross-legged on the bed, using practice of Taiyuan Gong to replace sleep.

Such hard work makes Uncle Gui automatically accept it.

The next day, Ban Ming left the room and took a bus back to Nanrong No. 3 Middle School.

It was the class time that the school gate was deserted. Ban Ming had just walked into the campus and took a few steps when he suddenly used his flight technique to avoid a fierce kick.

"Si Mengyan, why are you here? Don't you need to attend class?" Ban Ming said in surprise.

"Of course I'm waiting for you here!" Xi Mengyan stared at Ban Ming with a bad expression and said, "Where have you been going these days? Why don't your phone turn on? Do you know that the midterm exam is over?"

"The phone broke." Ban Ming said: "I don't think about it if I missed the midterm exam."

That being said, there was no regret on his face, and instead he had a faint smile on his face - just kidding, that's 30 million, what's the midterm exam?

"You can still laugh?" Seeing Ban Ming's appearance, Xi Mengyan was so angry that she snorted and grabbed his wrist and floated up: "Follow me!"

"Where to go?" Ban Ming asked in confusion.

"I risked being fired and went to ask those examiners after the martial arts exam. I almost slutted my mouth, and finally left someone with the First Military Academy of the Eastern Federation. It depends on your flight skills. This is the last chance, you must seize it!" Xi Mengyan said.

When Ban Ming heard this, his expression froze and then he was moved to a lot.

The pig woman is indeed a good buddy!

If he had let him know the truth, he would have expressed his expression.

While flying, Xi Mengyan took out her cell phone and called the inspector of the First Military Academy of the Eastern Federation to inform her that Ban Ming had returned.

A moment later, Xi Mengyan took Ban Ming to the training ground area of ​​Nanrong No. 3 Middle School.

The so-called training ground is a place for teachers and students to conduct martial arts training, and it is also a place for martial arts examinations these two days.

There are many high-tech equipment that can scan various data and information of the warrior's body in real time, or conduct internal element tests, speed tests, simulated combat, attack power tests, etc., or provide anti-strike venues for students to learn martial arts with each other.

Nanrong No. 3 Middle School has powerful hardware facilities, and there are three such training grounds. Xi Mengyan took Ban Ming to one of them, and there was a sign that was prohibited from entering at the entrance.

However, Xi Mengyan took out her school card and swiped it, and the door opened. Obviously, this training ground was specially prepared for Ban Ming, which can be said to be an exception.

Walking into the training ground, the entire training ground seems empty and there are very few equipment. In fact, many sensing devices are arranged underground, emitting fluctuations, and collecting subtle data in an unexpected way.

Xi Mengyan and Ban Ming were both stunned because they saw from a distance that not only the young man in military uniforms were obviously the inspector of the First Military Academy in the training ground, but also the grade director Wang Tao, Zhang Fang and three other senior high school teachers were also present!

"What's going on?" Ban Ming asked in a low voice.

"How could I know?" Si Mengyan replied.

Flying closer, Ban Ming made a good student gesture and said softly: "Hello, director, hello, teacher."

Except for Ban Ming showing his true side in front of Simmonyan, in front of others, he was mostly so well-behaved, which made Xi Mengyan secretly curl her lips.

Zhang Fang stared at Ban Ming with a stern face and said sternly: "Ban Ming, where have you been these days? Not only did you miss the midterm exam for no reason, but you missed the midterm exam! Then you clean the training ground alone and write a 10,000-word check!"

"Yes." Ban Ming's face turned bitter. Zhang Tu was ruthless enough. It would be fine to sweep the training ground. A ten thousand words of examination was a fatal matter.

The grade director Wang Taoman said, "Okay, Class 1's Class Ming, right? The inspector of the First Military Academy stayed to wait for you, just to see your performance. You want to win glory for our Nanrong No. 3 Middle School."

It sounds nice, but Ban Ming feels a little sarcastic when he hears it. He frowned secretly and glanced at Zhang Fang. The latter's face was calm and he could not tell his joy or anger.

What Ban Ming didn't know was that Wang Tao and several other teachers came to pay attention to the investigation, which was Wang Tao's proposal.

Wang Tao, who had read Ban Ming's information for a long time, didn't believe how outstanding Ban Ming was. He wanted to lose Zhang Fang's face, so he summoned several teachers who had no classes to watch on the spot.

Once Ban Ming performed poorly, Zhang Fang's actions of desperate for the students yesterday became a complete joke.
Chapter completed!