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Chapter four hundred and eighty third: denial

When Lu Fan discovered Chen Xue last night, she had already been controlled by Songpa's head-down, and was having sex with a bald man in a private room on the third floor.

He didn't mention it because he was afraid of hurting Chen Xue's self-esteem. Anyway, the matter had been revealed and she didn't know anything and could continue to live a good life.

But it was obvious that Chen Xue misunderstood Lu Fan's move.

She thought the person who did what she did that night was Lu Fan, so she kept waiting here to see what Lu Fan would say.

"What happened last night..." Lu Fan frowned, not knowing what to say.

Chen Xue's face showed a hint of excitement, and her eyes were full of expectation.

"When there is time, Liu Qingqing will explain it clearly to you. Go back early. It's time for me to rest."

Lu Fan closed the door of the medical clinic, shook his head, walked into the inner room and turned off the lights to sleep.

Chen Xue stood at the door blankly. She did not expect that she had stood here all morning and waited for such a result.

"You've eaten everything and you just want to deny it?"

A hint of gloom flashed in Chen Xue's eyes, she glanced at the sign at the door of the medical clinic angrily, and turned to leave.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Jianghe Mukang drove his car to find this place, and everyone was carrying a thick baggage in their hands.

"Why did it come so quickly? I thought I had to wait until dawn."

Lu Fan smiled and invited the two people into the room. He himself had just woken up, yawned, and made tea and water for the two of them.

"No matter how big a deal it is, delaying for one more second will be a huge loss for both parties."

Jiang He and Mu Kang sat on the sofa and said with a wry smile: "Three billion, even if it is placed in the bank, it will earn at least four to five hundred thousand in interest a day. Who can afford to wait for it?"

"Haha, I've told you, don't take money too seriously when you're messing with me, otherwise wouldn't you have to live in dire straits every day?"

Lu Fan brought the brewed tea to the two of them, then sat across from him and asked, "Have you bought everything?"

"Done."

Jiang He and Mu Kang nodded in unison, placed the baggage they brought with them on the table, and then opened it.

The two bundles contained a small pile of white crystal particles, a handful of silver powder, and a ball of black slimy fungi that exuded a foul odor.

Thousand-year-old Night Ming Sand, Snow Dragon Skin, and Ghost Hand Halberd.

Looking at these three things in front of them, which looked ordinary but were worth as much as three billion, although Jiang He and Mu Kang carried them all the way, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in their livers.

Lu Fan didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed these three rare Chinese medicinal materials. Then he raised his head and asked, "Did those people in the car factory do what I told them?"

"Well, I didn't eat, didn't exercise, and just drank water. I just followed your instructions." Jiang He nodded.


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