Chapter 788: No omissions
immediately.
Mr. Huo took an electric baton from the bodyguard and played with it in his hand.
He said casually: "Boss Zhao, why don't you announce the results soon?"
But Boss Zhao suddenly burst out with momentum, "No, no, I have to be fair and wait for Young Master No. 8 to come back!"
Mr. Huo smiled grimly, "You are a sharp-headed businessman, you just want to earn an extra commission, I tell you, these ginsengs of mine"
Mr. Huo said.
He looked at his row of ginseng with a look of relief on his face, and suddenly looked stunned.
I saw the light flowing on the glass balls hanging from the roots of the ginseng, slowly gathering like a liquid, and then with a 'pop' sound, it suddenly left the glass ball like water droplets, like fireflies, slowly floating and flying towards the east!
"what's the situation?!"
Not only Master Huo was in a daze, but Master Four Eyes also put on magnifying lenses and watched carefully.
Lost your mental strength?
Never seen this happen? !
Everyone subconsciously looked to the east!
I saw a huge group of light coming from far and near in the dense forest, and then the white light penetrated the gaps in the dense forest like sharp swords and shot into the sky!
The ‘fireflies’ flying out of Mr. Huo’s ginseng were also converging towards that light group!
next moment.
I saw a figure stepping out of the dense forest.
The bright light suddenly bloomed!
The dazzling white light, like the explosion of a nuclear bomb, made everyone's perspective turn white for an instant, and then their eyes stung. They closed their eyes with a cry of pain and covered them with their palms at the same time!
"My eyes hurt so much!"
"What the hell, is it the sun?!"
Everyone closed their eyes, but they still clearly felt that the light was approaching, and it was so strong that it could penetrate the palms and eyelids, making the perspective red!
"Everyone, please wait."
A man's voice, extremely warm and with a faint smile, rang in his ears.
Everyone only felt that the light faded.
Open your extremely dry eyes.
The scene in front of me is dazzling and indescribable.
An immortal with a white beard reaching the ground and wearing a white robe sat on a tricycle and glanced proudly.
A middle-school boy with a 'Struggle' ribbon tied on his head squatted on the top of a tricycle with towering cargo, and giggled.
A girl with short hair and a stern appearance leaned on the side of the tricycle with her arms folded and tilted her head to look at the crowd.
And the front.
An extremely handsome young man wearing a white shirt, with a smile that could melt everything on his face, stood with his hands behind his hands.
And sitting on the young man's shoulder was a small, fat doll made of plant roots!
The fat baby held a big orb in his hand, and countless 'fireflies' splintered from the ginseng circled around it, then plunged into it and disappeared.
What is that! ! !
Boss Zhao stretched out his neck and looked at the 1-meter-high spiritual ginseng piled inside the tricycle compartment.
Jaw-dropping.
"Ah this"
"Here"
"you"
"The ginseng is piled up like cabbage?"
"This ginseng digging team looks kind of cool!"
Dozens of lower-class residents also felt a chill coming from their feet!
he came!
That man is back!
What's that in the car?
It’s really a whole cart full of ginseng!
So much ginseng! How much does that cost? Can you count them? !
And what is that thing on Young Master No. 8’s shoulder?
It seems very cool!
But Brother Liu smiled and said, "Boss Zhao, would you like to do some inventory?"
The obese Boss Zhao finally recovered from the huge shock and suddenly saluted, "Ah, yes!"
Subsequently.
Boss Zhao's voice was choked, his hands were trembling, and he rushed directly towards the tricycle.
"ah"
"Oh my god, I'm so lucky to have so many ginsengs. It's worth dying to see so much wealth."
Boss Zhao burst into tears as he counted the ginseng trees one by one.
The struggling young man at the top also added: "Fat man, you dropped a century-old ginseng tree on the ground! Do you have Parkinson's disease? Another thousand-year-old ginseng tree dropped!"
Boss Zhao wiped his sweat repeatedly.
This is not me, Parkinson. Why did you pile up such valuable ginseng into a mountain? If I randomly smoke one, it will directly trigger a landslide!
at this time.
Brother Liu glanced at Young Master Huo.
I saw this handsome guy, his face was white and his lips were trembling.
He murmured: "This is not a good situation."
Master Four Eyes was also trembling, but he kept his mind strong, "Don't worry, Mr. Huo, I won't make a mistake in my calculations. Don't look at the mountains of them. The total number is not as good as ours!"
Said.
Master Four Eyes secretly glanced at the fat baby on Brother Liu's shoulder.
A slight gasp of air.
that thing
Master Four Eyes was suspicious, could it be the legendary Ten Thousand Years Ginseng?
But, is that just a legend?
No one can prove its existence!
It's impossible to be poached by him, right?
"The count is complete!"
After a full 20 minutes, Boss Zhao suddenly looked up. There was an indescribable meaning in his expression. After a pause, he still spoke, "If we take ten years of ginseng as a unit, the total number of ginseng for Young Master No. 8 is less than that of Young Master Huo." 23 trees!”
When everyone heard this, their expressions changed!
Damn it, no!
Although there are a lot of No. 8 sons, there are only a few of them who are senior!
What a difference of 23 trees!
I'm going to do the math, Young Master No. 8 has to pay 230,000 mental energy!
What an exaggerated number!
In our place, people with 5,000 spiritual power are all rich people!
Everyone was terrified!
It's over!
Young Master No. 8 can't afford to pay!
At this time.
Young Master Huo and Master Simu finally breathed a sigh of relief!
"Hahaha!"
"Garbage is garbage!"
"God doesn't help you. Let me tell you, I knew long ago that the total number of ginseng in Dongshan is not as good as that in Xishan!"
The two people's laughter resounded through the sky.
But Brother Liu and the three-person ginseng digging team all looked indifferent!
Brother Liu said slowly: "Boss Zhao is worthy of being a businessman. Three years, nearly 200 ginsengs, you just rely on mental arithmetic, and you can calculate it clearly."
"Haha."
Boss Zhao smiled awkwardly, "Young Master No. 8, you should think about how to face the compensation."
Brother Liu shook his head slightly, "It's a pity that Boss Zhao missed one."
