I rely on live broadcast to sell elixir

For a moment, Ye Yao's heart stopped beating.

However, he quickly realized...it was probably just a joke.

[2333...* The boss is so good at playing, he made my hands and feet go limp...] [What is this?Go out and meet love? 】

[Dad, go out and try! 】

Ye Yao watched them booing with a smile, and the loss that came from nowhere in his heart quickly dissipated.

He squinted the dimples on his lips: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, let's start now."

He picked out medicinal materials while popularizing science.

"The ashen astragalus that I see now looks like a dry tree trunk. It can be made into tea and porridge. It has a sweet taste. It nourishes qi, nourishes blood and lowers blood pressure."

"Here, there are a little bit of chocolate-like brown pieces, called Polygonum multiflorum. When it is freshly dug out, it can be eaten as a fruit. The juice is overflowing and sweet. If it is dried, it can be sliced ​​to make tea, which can nourish blood and kidney."

"There is also Yue Materia Medica..."

Ye Yao introduced them one by one, with a gentle voice, like clear water slowly flowing away.

Bu Zhong leaned on the back of the chair and did not get out of the car, just listening quietly.

The little anchor didn't believe him.

Such natural doubts made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

The man rubbed the red sandalwood beads on his wrist.

After a while, he laughed and shook his head.

Forget it, there are all kinds of falsehoods on the Internet, if the little anchor trusts others casually, he is probably called a fool.

While comforting himself, Bu Zhong saw the peaceful barrage of "Wow", "Pose up", "Daddy is amazing" flashed in the live broadcast room, looked away, and said to Yan Xu in front of him, "Push me down!" .”

"Boss." Yan Xu was called out by him, but he didn't move, his eyes were fixed on somewhere.

Bu Chong raised his eyes.

Yan Xu gestured to the window: "Look over there."

A few tens of meters away from Baorong Hall, several people were slowly walking towards this side.

Bu Zhong frowned: "Bu Linwei."

In name, this person should be regarded as his third grandfather, although he never called him.

"It seems that they are also here to buy medicinal materials." Yan Xu's complexion changed slightly, "Could it be..."

Bu Zhong watched them approach, and said lightly: "No hurry, wait for them to go in."

Under their watchful eyes, Bu Linwei and the others quickly entered the gate of Baorong Hall, but they didn't notice Bu Chong sitting in the car.

"...to buy medicine?" Bu Zhong whispered, ink seemed to drip from his eyes.

Yan Xu knew that he was in a bad mood when he saw the side branch of the Bu family, so he didn't dare to disturb him, and he didn't dare to take out Bai Qiao who had recently fallen out of favor in his pocket.

Bu Zhong watched the figures of those people silently until they disappeared, touched the small tube containing the green liquid medicine in his pocket with his fingertips, and some emotions that floated up slowly sank down again: "...we will go in too."

At this time, Ye Yao inside had picked the last ginseng.

The wrapped medicinal materials were neatly placed on the table, and the young man took out the wooden box again: "A new batch of ginseng has recently entered the store. Look at it, it is definitely of high quality."

Ye Yao stretched out his hand to look through it, the appearance was good, but it was only artificially planted.

He turned to the boy: "Is there anything else?"

This is what dissatisfaction means.

The little guy was a little nervous for some reason, he felt that the boy in front of him obviously looked not much older than him, but he had a faint aura on him, just like when he was facing the shopkeeper, he unconsciously stood a head short in front of him He didn't dare to breathe out, for fear that he would be disappointed.

"This is the best yellow ginseng..." he whispered.

Of course Ye Yao knows, but the medicinal materials in the cultivation world are very effective, and it is not easy to find a substitute, and the artificial ginseng is still a little worse.

He pondered for a while: "Is there any wild ginseng?"

"Wild ginseng?" The boy looked at him in surprise, his voice was high-pitched, "How many years?"

Ye Yao thought for a while: "I don't know if it's a hundred years. I don't have enough money. Ten years..."

He muttered, with a very unwilling look on his face.

The little guy was terrified when he heard it——[-]-year-old? !

Don't say if this thing is available in the store, even if it is, it is the treasure of the store. If there is no shopkeeper, how can I get a boy like him to sell it?

"...just 20 years." Ye Yao sighed, feeling wronged, "It can't be less."

Hearing that he was bargaining with himself, the little guy felt like he was riding a roller coaster. Now he finally heard that the 20-year vintage was decided, and he felt like he had survived a catastrophe. He hurriedly rushed to the back hall and took another box out.

"Just this one." He had a pained face, "If you don't like it any more, you'll have to go to another province for transfer."

Ye Yao took it and smelled it. The taste is mellow and long-lasting, with a bit of pungentness. It is indeed a good product.

"That's all." Ye Yao said with satisfaction, "Wrap it up for me."

The little guy breathed a sigh of relief: "This ginseng is 18 yuan, plus those in front of it, you can give me a total of 20 yuan."

As he spoke, he quickly packed up his hands and feet.

Ye Yao reached out to take out his card, at this moment, the curtain outside was raised, and several people walked in.

"Boss, is there any ginseng?"

Ye Yao paused, raised his eyes and looked over.

The leader was an old man with half-white hair, a serious face, and deep nasolabial folds on his forehead, followed by a few people in suits and leather shoes, like bodyguards.Next to him was another old man, with his hands behind his back and a hale and hearty man, looking around the storefront with an inquiring gaze.

The young man didn't expect two guests to come to Baorongtang, which has always been clean. He looked at Ye Yao apologetically.

Ye Yao smiled nonchalantly, and the young man trotted all the way towards those people, saying, "Excuse me, what kind of ginseng do you want?"

The leading old man said in a deep voice: "The best, the most expensive."

"This..." The young man involuntarily glanced at the box in Ye Yao's hand.

The old man was keenly aware that his gaze was directed at Ye Yao, and the moment it fell on him, the old man was in a trance, and there was a slight shock in his eyes.

Before Ye Yao could react, that trace of emotion disappeared like a beach covered by sea water.

Why do you think... this old man is weird?

Ye Yao was puzzled, the old man had already walked towards him, sized him up without a trace, and asked, "What's your name?"

How can a stranger ask for his name when he comes up.

Ye Yao was not impressed by his natural attitude, and asked instead: "Who are you?"

After the words came out, Ye Yao saw that the toes of the bodyguards behind the old man seemed to move, but he was caught in the same place with a faint glance.

So vigilant?

It seems that the old man has a very high status.

Giving a name is not a big deal, Ye Yao thought about it, and felt that it was not worth offending a weird old man, so he threw three words at him: "My surname is Ye."

"Ye?" The old man frowned, but quickly relaxed it, as if a certain guess in his heart had been answered in the negative.

In a blink of an eye, he completely lost interest in Ye Yao in an instant, and went back to the topic: "Man, is there wild ginseng?"

"Yes... yes." The boy was a little nervous, "There are ten and fifteen years, which one do you want?"

The old man frowned, dissatisfied: "There is no one older?"

The buddy broke out in a cold sweat: "...no more."

The old man's face was slightly gloomy, and the atmosphere in the store suddenly became a little tense.

After a while, he suddenly turned around: "What about the one in his hand?"

Several gazes instantly fell on Ye Yao's hand.

What's the meaning? ...to steal his?

Ye Yao blankly looked down at his hands, then at them.

The matter of asking the name has just passed, and you are making trouble again?

The young man hurriedly smoothed things over: "That's what the customer has already bought... You, you see, you've paid for it, and the bill is still here."

The old man snorted and didn't care: "Then let him refund—I'll buy what Lin Wei wants, and I don't care if the other party pays or not?"

The name fell into his ears, Ye Yao didn't respond, but the boy's complexion changed suddenly, he even trembled slightly, his eyes were frightened and frightened.

[Bu Linwei?who? ?Is this old man so arrogant? 】

[He actually bullied our little leaf!Sisters, expose him!Send him on the hot search! 】【This name sounds familiar...】

【etc!Step...it won't be that...ahhh! !Everyone calm down!This old man is not easy to mess with! 】The watch buzzed, and Ye Yao realized that he forgot to turn off the live broadcast.

His abnormality was immediately noticed by the bodyguards. The expression of the man in black changed, and he stepped over with a cold face and snatched Ye Yao's watch: "Please cooperate."

"What are you doing!" Ye Yao quickly took two steps back to avoid him, looked at this man who was a head taller than him, and looked down.

"I must be responsible to my employer. Now I suspect that you have videotaped or otherwise exposed my employer's privacy. Please cooperate with the inspection."

The man in black was arrogant. At the same time, other bodyguards also surrounded Ye Yao.

The little guy was trembling with fright, and stood there stupidly, not knowing whether to come up to dissuade him or call the police.

Ye Yao looked at the old man who was watching coldly from outside the crowd, but the other old man beside him frowned, as if he couldn't see the situation in front of him, and said something to the old man.

surname step...

Something flashed across Ye Yao's mind.

He remembered.

When his mother was still alive, he mentioned to him that his grandfather had followed up an international project. This project not only had a national background, but the biggest investor was the Bu family.

After my grandfather returned from the project, he passed away not long after.

Ye Yao lowered his eyes.

He didn't know if there was any connection between the two, but whatever it was, the aggressiveness at the moment was enough for him to do something.

"Hand it over." The bodyguard drew closer.

Ye Yao stood quietly.

Seeing that Ye Yao seemed to be in a daze, a man in black took the opportunity to stretch out his hand

"Bang"!

Ye Yao felt a pain in his wrist, and when he came back to his senses, the watch on his wrist had been smashed several meters away.

He looked at the watch for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes.

As soon as the bodyguard closest to him showed some color, he was shocked by the sudden and inexplicable coldness.

This is……! ?

The next moment, the corners of Ye Yao's mouth curled up without a smile, and a black pill quietly appeared on his fingertips

"Is it very lively here?"

The man's voice came out of nowhere, and fell lightly, like a sharp knife built into the condensed and frozen atmosphere, instantly breaking the invisible mask of tension. The cello-like timbre carried a calm and oppressive aura, and everyone was involuntarily moved. With surprise, he looked where the sound came from.

The pill disappeared into the fingertips with a whoosh, Ye Yao was stunned in place, dazed and shocked, an unbelievable thought emerged in his mind, and he pressed it down again.

Why... so sounds like *?

There was a figure against the light at the door. He bent down, picked up the watch on the ground with his slender fingers, and the silver-white strap fell on his white palm. Following his movements, everyone couldn't help but slow down their breathing.

Ye Yao foolishly followed him and moved his eyes...

On the wheelchair, the man was sitting idly, his every move was graceful and calm, but Ye Yao vaguely felt that the deep gaze fell in his direction.

He couldn't help but tremble.

After a while, the other party spoke, with a slight smile in his voice: "This is yours?"