One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

  Chapter 1220 Thanks for the invitation, has retired! (18)

  On the other side, Han Jialiang was still waiting for Lingqiong's news, excited and nervous.

  He sent someone to confirm the news again and again, confirming that the news that Zhuang's father wanted to sell the secret recipe was true.

  Now only waiting for Lingqiong...

   "No news yet?" Qi Jiao has been with Han Jialiang for the past two days. At this time, seeing Han Jialiang feel unsure, she asked.

"No."

  He contacted yesterday, but she did not answer.

  This is not a small matter, and Han Jialiang did not dare to press too hard.

  At this moment, Han Jialiang received Lingqiong’s text message.

   Qi Jiao: "What did she say?"

  Han Jialiang restrained her excitement, "She agreed, but she had to go through an intermediary transaction."

  "The middleman?" Qi Jiao puzzled: "Why go through the middleman?"

  Han Jialiang: “She said that the news has been released now, and the higher the price is supposed to be. Now if you trade privately, you will lose faith in others, which is not good for the dealer’s current situation. And it’s safer to go through the middleman.”

  Qi Jiao thought for a moment, "It seems to be right, so that others don't know that you bought it, so that no one will make trouble."

  Han Jialiang replied to Lingqiong, asking for the contact information of the intermediary.

  Qi Jiao saw the transaction amount and was a little surprised: "A Liang, is this too high?"

   "Now there is no way. If you don't buy it, the old guy will sell it to others."

  Han Jialiang really wanted to empty the glove white wolf.

  But the current situation does not allow it.

  Zhuang Mianmian cannot give him this thing for nothing.

   "It's okay, I can earn it back in the future." Han Jialiang is confident: "You see the dealers are like this now, but the old brands that operate, even if they are not well managed, they still have customers every day."

   "Why are those guests going? It's not a sign for their house."

  It's just that the turnover can't stop the banker's loss of funds, nor can it save the banker.

  Han Jialiang snorted coldly: "That old thing is stupid by himself, guarding the Jinshan not knowing how to dig."

  Qi Jiao is still a little hesitant: "But this money is a lot..."

  Take out the money, they basically have no money on their accounts.

  Han Jialiang’s eyes are full of confidence: "When I get the secret recipe, what else can my dad say? My cheap brother is not qualified to fight me for the position of heir."

   Qi Jiao: "I still feel more cautious."

  Han Jialiang: "I know, don't worry."

  The two discussed the whole matter in detail again, and found nothing suspicious.

  The source of the information is credible, and there are other sources of evidence.

  As for Zhuang Mianmian...this time is a bit weird, but her family is in that situation, she can't be as carefree as before, and it's normal to be in a bad mood.

  Lingqiong didn't care about Han Jialiang occasionally, and never did anything particularly ‘smart’ in front of him.

  Han Jialiang is confident that with his understanding of Zhuang Mianmian, he arrogantly feels that there is no possibility of any problems with her.

  Han Jialiang contacted the intermediary and prepared the transaction.

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  Two days later.

  Han Jialiang transferred the deposit, but the middleman had to collect the full amount to give him the secret recipe.

  Of course, Han Jialiang refused to call Lingqiong for fear of being deceived.

  Lingqiong said that she didn’t care about this and gave the intermediary full responsibility.

  Han Jialiang had no choice but to discuss with the middleman.

  Finally discuss face-to-face transactions.

  The middleman also agreed.

  The transaction process went smoothly. He deliberately brought professional people there. The paper of the secret recipe was yellow and old, and it looked like an antique.

  Han Jialiang also brought professional people, afraid of any problems with the secret recipe.

  The other party only showed them two secret recipes, but there was no problem with the secret recipe, which was the same as the one they had researched in private, except that there were a few more ingredients and seasonings they didn't expect.

  Han Jialiang reminded Qi Jiao to be cautious all day, and decided to withhold a little of the balance.

  The middleman was refreshed this time and asked him to try whatever he wanted. If there is any problem, he will be approached.

  Han Jialiang is full of confidence and makes people quickly follow the secret recipe.

   That night, Han Jialiang received a call: "Master, it’s not right!"

   "What's wrong?" Han Jialiang shook his heart.

   "Let's see it for yourself."

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  Mu’s Villa.

  Mu Dongling looked at the little girl lying on the sofa leisurely, his eyebrows beating wildly.

  He pushed the wheelchair over: "Miss Zhuang, do you remember what you are here for?"

   Lingqiong blurted out: "Fuck you."

  Lingqiong's voice was very low. Mu Dongling didn't hear clearly, and asked suspiciously, "What did you say?"

  Lingqiong sat up, adjusted her skirt, "I said, remember."

  "Is this what you remember?" Mu Dongling stared at the sofa he was robbed, feeling mixed.

  People who didn’t know thought she was sick.

  She really doesn’t think of herself as an outsider.

  Lingqiong quickly got up and helped him back to his throne with doglegs.

   "Master, do you want to drink water?"

   "Don't drink."

   "Master, do you want to eat?"

   "Don't eat."

   "Look, I want to serve you, but you don't want it." Ling Qiong spread his hands: "I can't blame it."

   Mu Dongling endured a distorted face: "Miss, I just finished eating."

  Lingqiong said ‘Oh’, and then asked: "Does the young master want to go to the toilet? I can help you go."

   "...shut up." Yin and Yang were strange.

  Lingqiong wanted to say something, but Mu Dongling glared at him, she had to swallow it back, and spread her hands helplessly.

  The phone rang on the Lingqiong coffee table.

  Mu Dongling saw who was calling at a glance.

   Lingqiong rubbed her face while answering the phone, her voice was sweet: "Jialiang, what's the matter?"

  Han Jialiang didn't know what he said, he sounded a little excited.

  But Lingqiong smiled even more kindly, but her tone was a little surprised, "How can this be? It's impossible, I personally took it out of the safe... You... Are you suspicious of me?"

  The surprised tone turned into aggrieved: "Why should I do such a thing? I didn't want to give it to you at the time, it was you who wanted to...Why is it still my fault now."

  Han Jialiang didn't know what he said, Lingqiong's tone eased again.

  "I really don’t know what’s going on. I haven’t contacted him after I handed it over... the balance? No... you sent him the balance? Did you call him without verifying the authenticity?"

   Lingqiong's words choked Han Jialiang.

  Lingqiong first gave a rake, and gave a vivid interpretation of the little pitiful who had not received the balance but lost the secret recipe. Finally, he went to the police and hung up the phone.

   "Hoo..."

  Lingqiong took the phone and turned to face Mu Dongling who looked weird.

  Lingqiong blinked, looked around from side to side, and squeezed out a ‘kind’ smile.

   Mu Dongling’s head is full of question marks, one is bigger than the other.

  Let’s not talk about her weird face change just now, just talk about what she said, how it sounds wrong!

   "What did you do to Han Jialiang?" Mu Dongling retrieved his voice and asked calmly.

  "Let him know that the human heart is sinister." Lingqiong smiled shyly, then flattened the curvature of the corner of her mouth: "This is the price."

   Mu Dongling: "..." The price? The price of derailment?

  Mu Dongling suspected that the young lady had deliberately let him listen.

  But he didn't know why she wanted to let herself hear it on purpose.

  ——Everything is empty——

  Mu Dongling: I understand every word I said, but what does it mean when combined?

  Little fairy: the meaning of voting.

  (End of this chapter)