Chapter 114 This time it's not tears behind bars, but gunfire.

"Cao Dajun!" Upon hearing this, Chang Zhongjie immediately glared at Cao Dajun.

Cao Dajun looked at Chang Zhongjie, who was glaring at him with his beard bristling, and muttered to himself, "How did I run into this old geezer again?" But he put on a friendly smile.

He explained, feigning ignorance, "Uncle Chang, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! How could I dare? I just thought it was too cold in here, and I was worried the little one would get cold, so I thought I'd invite someone to my home to discuss business. Absolutely not..."

"Grandpa Chang, this uncle just insulted you. He called you a dead old man."

Before Cao Dajun could finish speaking, Qiao Qiao raised her voice again to complain, her voice sweet and soft, but with a real intention to stir up trouble.

"You little brat..." Cao Dajun raised his hand, as if he wanted to slap someone, and looked at Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao immediately seemed to be frightened, shrinking her head back into Qiao Changdong's military overcoat like a little quail, only peeking out from the buttonholes of the overcoat with her big, watery eyes that were still filled with fear as she looked at him.

"..." Cao Dajun.

To be honest, when faced with eyes like those, even he, who was used to being fierce and ruthless, couldn't bring himself to do it for a moment.

"I know you too well. Alright, alright, business is about mutual consent. Don't do things like these bandits do, or don't blame me for not showing any mercy and putting you in jail!"

Chang Zhongjie glared at Cao Dajun again.

When he turned to face Qiaoqiao, who was being carefully protected in Qiao Changdong's arms, he showed a completely different face.

“Don’t be afraid, little one, Grandpa Chang will protect you. By the way, where are those pretty flowers you mentioned? Let Grandpa see them.” Chang Zhongjie said, peeking into the flower basket that Qiao Changdong was carrying.

His eyes lit up when he saw the clivia inside.

At the same time, his gaze toward Cao Dajun turned fierce: "Cao Dajun, you're really something. You're telling me you'd pay ten thousand to take this kind of trash?"

"..." Cao Dajun.

"Alright, get out of here, you're annoying to look at!" Chang Zhongjie waved his hand impatiently at the silent Cao Dajun.

Cao Dajun really didn't dare to confront Chang Zhongjie.

Chang Zhongjie himself is not only a retired cadre from the department, but his children are all big shots in Baoyi City. Putting aside other places, he can definitely do whatever he wants in Baoyi City.

Cao Dajun could only curse inwardly, but on the surface he pretended nothing had happened, exchanged a few jokes with people, and then returned to his stall.

However, the gazes of the father and daughter remained gloomy.

He originally thought that if he bought it at a low price and then went to Taipei, he could definitely sell it for more than 200,000.

Currently, the most expensive Clivia plant on the market is priced at 200,000 yuan.

He had seen it.

They really weren't raised as well as this father and daughter.

Therefore, if he takes it to Taipei, he can definitely sell it for a higher price!

"Alright, little one, don't be afraid. Grandpa chased the bad guys away." After the crowd dispersed, Chang Zhongjie chuckled as he comforted Qiao Qiao, who was still nestled in Qiao Changdong's arms.

Qiao Qiao, with her little tufts of hair, poked her fluffy head out from Qiao Changdong's arms.

She smiled sweetly at Chang Zhongjie across from her, gave him a thumbs-up with her little hand, and praised him with admiration: "Grandpa is so amazing!"

Chang Zhongjie burst into laughter at her joke.

Qiao Changdong also smiled and thanked him.

However, Chang Zhongjie's attitude towards him was rather indifferent.

She was still a little resentful: "What's wrong with you, kid? I told you there was something good, and you should have called me first. Why didn't you call me? Look at the mess you've made today. If you hadn't run into me, I wonder how you would have gotten away!"

I'm afraid it's impossible without peeling off a layer of skin.

"Grandpa Chang, we don't have electricity or a telephone at home," Qiao Qiao quickly explained.

In fact, it's not impossible for them to make a phone call; they can go to the town's police station and borrow their aunt's husband's phone.

Rather, the father and daughter genuinely had no intention of doing business with the old man for the long term.

"Alright, I didn't think it through." Grandpa Chang thought about it and realized that not everyone has a phone these days, and this country bumpkin father and daughter were obviously from a small mountain village, so it was even less likely that they had a phone at home.

Looking at the clivia in the flowerpot, he had some ideas and asked Qiao Changdong, "What's the price range this time?"

"Sir, sir! Two hundred thousand! I'll take it! I'll take it!"

Before Qiao Changdong could answer, the young man who hadn't left yet shouted out impatiently.

He looked as if he was afraid someone would steal this pot of clivia.

Hearing the strange voice, Chang Zhongjie turned his head and looked over. He immediately guessed the other person's identity based on their attire.

He lowered his eyelids, smiled, and said to Qiao Changdong in a very domineering manner, "Don't sell him, I'll take him for 210,000!"

"!!!" Qiao Changdong and Qiao Qiao, who had never seen the world before.

My heart was pounding with suppressed gasps.

Two hundred thousand~

This...this...

Grandpa Chang and Xiao Rizi have started bidding against each other.

"Sell me! Sell me! I'll pay you 220,000!" Xiao Rizi shouted, his face red and his neck thick.

"Two hundred and thirty thousand." Chang Zhongjie.

"Twenty-four!" It seems like the days are on a tight schedule.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand." Chang Zhongjie stood calmly with his hands behind his back, looking like he was determined to win.

"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"

"Then I'll be twenty-seven..."

"Thirty! Three hundred thousand! I'll give you three hundred thousand!!! Sell me, sell me! Please, you must agree!"

Before Old Master Chang could finish speaking, Xiao Ri grabbed Qiao Changdong's arm and pleaded earnestly, almost kneeling down and kowtowing to him.

This time.

The father and daughter were even more bewildered than before.

Before I could even react, my little life led me to the nearest bank.

This time it's not like the last time it was 20,000 or 300,000; this amount is really quite large.

Because it involved foreign exchange and the amount was huge, even the bank's managers were brought in.

Qiao Qiao and her father Qiao Changdong were both in a daze.

It's hard to believe that I got 300,000 just like that.

Qiao Qiao looked at Qiao Changdong.

Qiao Changdong was also looking at her.

More precisely, I was looking at the little bubbles on her forehead.

The last time it happened was tears behind bars.

This is even more amazing.

It started with a lot of shooting.

All I saw was a wooden puppet with his name on it, bound hand and foot, strapped to a cross, and being executed by firing squad!

This time, the little one didn't wring out a handkerchief and cry; instead, he put on mourning clothes again!

Just like last time, we ate at a table of eight.

"..." Qiao Changdong.

I inexplicably felt a chill down my back.

He reached out and touched his forehead, which was still intact and without any holes.

Uneasy, he asked Old Master Chang, who had come with them, "Uncle Chang, um...um...will I get shot?"

"???" Old Master Chang.

Thud thud thud?

What is that?