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Chapter 951

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Thus, he personally brought them to the backyard to settle them down and let them rest for a while. He then turned and left. When he returned to the front, he rubbed his head and thought about the young man in red.

"Fengjiu? Why do I feel like I've seen him somewhere before? "He muttered as he turned and walked back. After instructing people to prepare for the banquet, he returned to the main courtyard.

"Father?"

He peeked his head out of the courtyard and walked in, asking, "Is my father in the courtyard?"

"The mayor and madam have gone out and haven't returned yet." The guard in the courtyard replied.

"Oh, I see!" He thought for a moment, then said, "When they're back, get someone to inform me." After giving his instructions, he returned to his room. When he returned to his room, he took out the golden abacus and continued to calculate the unfinished accounts. His chubby fingers were unbelievably nimble when it came to calculating the abacus.

However, after about an hour, he suddenly paused, "Ah! I remember now! "

"Young Master? What's wrong? Young Master, what's wrong? " When the servant outside heard the shriek from inside, he couldn't help but ask worriedly. However, he didn't dare to open the door without his instructions.

"It's nothing." As Ning Lang spoke, he ignored the servant outside and flipped through the study table behind him. Not long after, he found a portrait.

When his gaze landed on the portrait, his small eyes slowly widened, "So it's him! I was thinking that he looked familiar. So I've seen him before. It's him! "

The person in the portrait was dressed in red and had a handsome face. The wanton expression between his brows and the expression in his eyes were extremely realistic. It was undoubtedly Fengjiu.

"The Ghost Doctor! It's actually the Ghost Doctor! A bottle of his medicine can be sold for a sky-high price. And that Beauty Pill is even more priceless. It's said that the one and only pill was bought by a member of the royal family of a first tier country during the first auction. "

"But, why did this guy come to my house? And he wants to bring me to the Hell Mountain Range? There are so many people out there, but why me? "

He held the portrait and muttered to himself. His small eyes darted around. He had the mind of a businessman. Thus, in the face of benefits and benefits, what he thought the most was why? Why would someone like the Ghost Doctor come to his house? Why didn't he look for anyone else? Why did he have to go to the Hell Mountain Range?

He sat quietly in the room for an hour until the attendant outside reported that his parents had returned. Thus, he put the portrait into his bosom before opening the door and walking out.

Because he was a businessman, he had the latest news from all sides, especially the most profitable news. It was a pity that he couldn't get the Ghost Doctor's medicine, because it had always been auctioned off in the black market. Even if others wanted to, they didn't have the chance.

Ever since the portrait of the Ghost Doctor had spread among the various major powers and the royal family, many people had been secretly paying attention to it. Who would have thought that it would actually run to his home in Ning City.

Thinking of this, his heart was faintly excited. If his parents knew about this, they would definitely be very shocked. En, let's tell them this news first before making a decision!

As for the front hall, the City Lord was slightly surprised when he heard the butler say that there was a guest in the house. "Oh? Was he here to look for Lang 'er? This child only knew how to earn money all day long. He didn't even go back to the academy, but he actually had friends who came to look for him? Interesting. "

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