"How much?" Compared with the excitement of Sawai Midori's greed for money, Li Xuehao is much calmer, he is not short of money, and although he just glanced at it just now, he has actually seen the amount on the check, which is 10 million yen. A small 10 million is nothing to him.

"Ten million, that's ten million yen, we'll each get half, and there's five million!" said Midori Sawai excitedly, his voice trembling, and the look of a wealthy fan could be heard between the lines.

"Give me half of it. Li Xuehao was completely unmoved and said lightly.

"What did you say?" The expression on Midori Sawai's face froze, wondering if he had misheard.

"Help me donate. Li Xuehao repeated again.

Midori Sawai heard it clearly this time, and made sure that he was not having auditory hallucinations, and his face was incredulous: "Machu, are you sure you want to donate it? This is five million! Five million yen!! do you want to donate all five million yen?" The amount was emphasized several times to highlight the enormity of the number.

"Yes, donate it all. Li Xuehao confirmed again, and by the way, he reported the address of the Erto Orphanage and asked her to donate the money to the orphanage.

Midori Sawai gradually calmed down and looked at him with a strange gaze: "It seems that Manaka is really a very gentle person." Don't worry, I'll donate it for you, in your name?"

"No, just use your name. Li Xuehao doesn't look at the false name at all, and whoever donates it is the same.

Midori Sawai also had nothing to say, and the guy who donated a huge sum of money casually was obviously incomprehensible to her.

Li Xuehao continued to walk forward, and Sawai Midori carefully collected the check, and chased after him: "By the way, where are we going now?"

"Find someone. Li Xuehao replied casually, opening his right hand, and the two faint black gases that he had originally grasped in his hands had merged into one and floated out of his hands, but they did not drift away, and always remained in the air one meter away in front of him, "Follow it, you can find it." ”

Midori Sawai had just seen what he was doing in secret, and now he finally knew why he did it.

A faint black aura led the way, but ordinary people could hardly see its existence, and the two followed step by step.

......

At the same time, in a handicraft shop in Chinatown.

The shop is not large, but the decoration is quite exquisite, and there are many kinds of post-crafts sold, including Song brocade, bamboo weaving, straw weaving, embroidery, batik, wood carving, oil paper umbrella, clay sculpture, paper-cutting...... It's almost everything.

However, by this time, the store had already closed, the door was also half-closed, and there were only three people in the store.

One is a middle-aged man wearing a long robe, tall, estimated to be more than one meter and eight, but his hair is semi-bald, which looks a little funny, and his appearance is not very good, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Next to him was a young man, about twenty years old, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, and he looked respectfully behind the middle-aged man in the long shirt, who seemed to be his junior.

There is also a middle-aged man opposite the two, wearing a suit and leather shoes, shining leather shoes, and dressed as a successful person. It's a pity that he has sharp-beaked monkey gills, and his image is greatly reduced, just like a monkey and a crown.

The middle-aged man in a long robe sat behind a table, but the sitting posture was a little strange, he was originally sitting upright, but his upper body leaned forward, and on the table in front of him, a small flag was planted.

I don't know what kind of material the flag is made of, it is not paper or cloth, and it is full of snakes, insects, rats and ants, which looks a little scary. However, the middle-aged man in the long shirt did not have the slightest fear, and even grabbed the small flag and played with it lightly in his hand.

"Master Youhe, when are we going to call again?" the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes looked at the middle-aged man in a long shirt with a leisurely attitude, and asked a little uncontrollably.

"There's no hurry. The middle-aged man in the long robe glanced at him lightly, although his face was expressionless, but judging from the gloom that flashed in the depths of his eyes, it was obvious that he was not really so calm.

The middle-aged man in the suit was a little afraid of him, so he didn't dare to urge him anymore, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and stood in place and didn't dare to speak anymore.

The middle-aged man in the long shirt played with the terrifying little flag in his hand for a while, and seemed to be a little unbearable for him to stand opposite, and said: "Inaba, you go back first today, and when you call, I will inform you." ”

"Yes, Master Arizuru. The middle-aged man in the suit bowed deeply to him and walked away step by step.

"Master, this is the filial piety of that guy just now. Seeing that the middle-aged man in the suit was gone, the young man on the side suddenly handed him a palm-sized piece of paper respectfully, but he spoke not Japanese, but Mandarin.

The middle-aged man in the long shirt took it and glanced at it lightly, handed the paper back to the young man, and said in Mandarin as well: "Wait until the bank enters the account." ”

"Yes!" the young man was unusually respectful, but when he glanced out the door, his expression became disdainful, "Master, we really came to the right place, this little devil's money is easy to earn." ”

Hearing these disdainful words, the middle-aged man in the long shirt not only did not think of the pestle, but nodded, and a fierce look rose on his face: "When I am developed, those old bastards who forced us to go away from home, they want to have a good life one by one." ”

"Yes, what we lost, we must get it back. The young man echoed fiercely.

The middle-aged man in the long shirt did not speak again, but picked up the small flag in his hand and continued to "play".

However, I don't know if it's because of the quality or because the intensity of the play is too great, I saw the small flag in my hand suddenly tremble, and the "cloth" on a small piece of flag fell down and fell on the table.

Soon after falling, the small piece of "cloth" turned into a small pile of black ashes as if it had been burned through the fire. The breeze blew and carried away the black ashes.

"Damn!" the middle-aged man in the long shirt looked at the change of face, then grabbed the small flag and stuck it on the table. However, before he could insert it, he shook his whole body, snorted, and couldn't help but throw the small flag on the table, as if the small flag suddenly generated a violent high temperature and scalded him.

"Master!" the young man next to him shouted worriedly.

The middle-aged man in the long shirt had a gloomy face: "I'm fine, I didn't expect that this time, like last time, I actually met a 'fellow practitioner' and solved my Gu poison, damn it, damn it, damn it!" Three "damn it" on his face showed how angry he was in his heart.

"Are we going to change places again?" said the young man's face was sad.

The middle-aged man in the long shirt had a ruthless face, and said contemplatively: "No, we will stay here this time, I want to see if the other party is really so powerful, he can find here, even if he finds it...... I'll let him taste what 'ten thousand insect phagoes' tastes like." ”