After dinner, Xiao Chen drank some tea before receiving a call from Bai Ye.

"Brother Chen, I'm downstairs, you can get down."

"good."

Xiao Chen nodded, hung up the phone, and left the hotel, and saw the exaggerated and awesome Knight Fifteen at a glance.

"Brother Chen."

Bai Ye was smoking beside the car, and the old man and Lao Xu were standing beside him, his vigilant eyes swept around from time to time.

"Yeah, let's go."

Xiao Chen nodded and got into the car.

"Brother Chen, look, this is the gift I bought for Qin Jianwen."

As soon as he got on the car, Bai Ye took out a plastic bag like a treasure.

"It's really an apple?"

Xiao Chen was a little curious.

"Yes, and it's still a rotten apple!"

Bai Ye opened the plastic bag and said with a grin.

“…”

Xiao Chen was speechless. This young master Bai was too stingy, but... I like it!

"There's no way, it's hard to make money now. I think Mr. Qin will understand me... Oh, by the way, I just saw that there were people selling roasted sweet potatoes by the roadside. I'll stop later and buy him some roasted sweet potatoes."

Bai Ye said, telling the driver.

Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly. Sometimes this guy is like a child who has not grown up.

He took two rotten apples and a roasted sweet potato to see Master Qin, but he could think of it.

When the Knight Fifteen stopped, Bai Ye went down from above to buy roasted sweet potatoes. The old man who sold roasted sweet potatoes was obviously a little stunned.

Although he doesn't know the car, just looking at his domineering appearance, he also speculates that the car is definitely expensive and will not be cheaper than BMW and Mercedes-Benz!

If Bai Ye knew what the uncle was thinking, he would probably be very happy and told him that he could buy dozens of BMWs and Mercedes-Benz in this car.

"Uncle, have a roasted sweet potato."

Bai Ye shouted at the uncle who was still confused.

"Ah? What did you say?"

The old man recovered and asked.

“I said I want to buy a roasted sweet potato.”

"Oh, okay."

The old man nodded quickly, but he muttered in his heart, "Does this rich man like to eat roasted sweet potatoes now?"

While the old man was getting the sweet potatoes, Bai Ye looked at the stove of roasted sweet potatoes.

"Uncle, your stove is modified with an iron barrel filled with oil?"

Bai Ye had read a news before, saying that roasting sweet potatoes on the street is quite harmful.

But it is not that roasted sweet potatoes are harmful, but that most of these stoves are modified with oil drums, which contain a lot of harmful substances... Once heated, those harmful substances will enter the sweet potatoes.

Hearing Bai Ye's words, the old man's face changed: "Of course not, I am very clean and hygienic."

"Clean and hygienic? Then forget it, don't buy it."

Bai Ye shook his head and turned around and was about to get in the car.

"ah?"

The old man is really confused. Is this kid's brain okay? Isn't he still buying it clean and hygienic?

"Hey, why is it so difficult to buy a contaminated roasted sweet potato?"

Bai Ye sighed.

"What? Wait, let me tell you the truth, I changed this with oil drums."

The old man hurriedly said when he heard Bai Ye's words.

"real?"

Bai Ye stopped.

"Um."

"Okay, then give me one."

"Okay, okay."

The old man chose Bai Ye the largest one with the most beautiful color.

Bai Ye was a little envious of his eyes. He took out his wallet and pulled out a few hundred yuan from it: "Uncle, don't look for it anymore. If you are more money, you'd better change to a clean and hygienic stove... You are so old, so you can accumulate some virtue and don't harm our compatriots. It's not good." After that, he turned around and drove with the roasted sweet potatoes.

The old man looked at Bai Ye's back and was in a mess in the wind.

This kid...is really nothing wrong with his brain?

Bai Ye returned to the car and threw the roasted sweet potatoes next to him.

"What are you muttering to the old man who sells sweet potatoes?"

Xiao Chen was curious, why did it take so long to buy a sweet potato?

Bai Ye said something, and Xiao Chen smiled: "I guess that old man thinks you have something wrong."

"He has problems if he loves it."

Bai Ye said, taking out a small bottle from his pocket, then opened the plastic bag of roasted sweet potatoes, and sprinkled some on the roasted sweet potatoes.

"What's this?"

Xiao Chen asked strangely.

"The laxative you gave last time is not left with a little left."

Bai Ye said, spilling some more before carefully putting it away.

“…”

Xiao Chen was a little amused and crying. Just buy a contaminated roasted sweet potato, but even add laxatives? This is a damn...it's too damaged!

"Xiaobai, don't you think Qin Jianwen can really eat this roasted sweet potato, right?"

"Who knows, what if he gets it after twitching his brain? So, digging a hole first, whether he jumps or not."

Bai Ye said indifferently.

“…”

Xiao Chen said nothing, but he decided to stay away from this guy in the future and be a scam.

When they arrived at the hospital, they got out of the car.

"Why is this hospital a little familiar?"

Xiao Chen got off the car, looked at it for a few times, and then frowned.

"Look familiar? This is a private hospital under the Qin family... Oh, by the way, weren't you still killing people here last time?"

Bai Ye also glanced at him and said.

"kill?"

"Yes, that time Mr. Wu."

"So that's it."

Xiao Chen nodded, but couldn't help but have an idea in his heart, the Qin family's hospital, the seven major families...

"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Ye asked when he saw Xiao Chen thinking.

"nothing."

"Oh, I remember I told you last time?"

"Is that true? Then I may not be interested." Xiao Chen shook his head: "Let's go in."

"good."

In addition to Xiao Chen and Bai Ye, the two masters, Lao Weng and Lao Xu, also followed.

After all, they are here to "find trouble". What if they really do it?

Although Qin Jianwen dared not kill him openly, what if he was irritated when he saw rotten apples and roasted sweet potatoes?

So, for safety, Bai Ye also made preparations.
To be continued...