After going around Shifang, Chen Fan finally realized it.

At this moment, the treasurer of this Shifang finally made up his mind and greeted him quickly.

"Chen, Senior Chen, what are you visiting today?"

Because of nervousness, the shopkeeper stuttered a bit, and the boy seemed to be in his seventies or eighties, and he actually called Chen Fan his senior. I really didn't know what to think.

However, Chen Fan didn't care about the things mentioned above, he smiled and glanced at the shopkeeper and said: "You don't need to be nervous, I'm just here to bet on rocks, um, that's all!"

For some reason, after seeing Chen Fan's expression at this moment, the shopkeeper involuntarily shuddered, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cave.

It seemed that he had been targeted by a poisonous snake.

This feeling is hard to describe. In short, it makes people scared and empty.

But what can the shopkeeper do? Borrowing his courage, he didn't dare to drive Chen Fan away, so he could only bite the bullet and say anything.

Fortunately, Chen Fan will not irritate others because of his grievances with Wanjia. He is really just betting on stones.

"I want this rough stone, you can record it!"

Pointing to a rough stone in front of him, Chen Fan said loudly.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to speak, so he could only respectfully stand aside.

At the same time, when others saw Chen Fan's behavior, they all looked at this side in doubt, wondering what he meant when he suddenly came here to bet on rocks.

"There is also this rough stone, and Chen wants it!"

In this way, Shifang once again fell into an extremely quiet atmosphere, and could only hear Chen Fan's words and footsteps.

Pieces of rough stones seemed to have really become ordinary big stones in his eyes, without any value at all, so he chose them at will.

The cold sweat on the shopkeeper's forehead was falling, and Chen Fan's choice of rough stones had already exceeded tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones, which was not a small sum.

He even began to wonder if Chen Fan had so many spirit stones in the end, he wouldn't take it away immediately.

And if Chen Fan really wanted to take a shot, he wouldn't have any ability to stop it.

Finally, just as the shopkeeper was about to collapse, Chen Fan's walking in the Shifang slowly stopped.

"It's almost done, you can calculate the price."

As soon as Chen Fan spoke, he was blinded by the shopkeeper on the spot. He asked if you didn't say you want to run away with the rough stone, why did you let me count the price?

"Chen, Senior Chen, you, are you going to settle accounts?"

The shopkeeper asked a sentence that could be regarded as a stain on his life industry, and he even regretted it after the sentence was exported.

Secretly sighed that everything was oppressed by Chen Fan's aura, which made him unable to even think.

At this moment, Chen Fan said as it should be: "I came to Shifang to bet on stones. It is natural to spend money. Why can't I settle the accounts? Is it possible that I can still rely on the accounts for these rough stones?"

"Oh, you dare not dare, senior, look at my mouth, but there is no one to shut the door, I will settle the account for you now!"

The shopkeeper heard this statement like an amnesty, secretly sighing that Chen Fan is really a good person, and he even paid back for buying things...

"Senior, there are fifty-one thousand three hundred and eighty-six fast rough stones. I'll wipe a fraction for you, and what do you think about collecting fifty thousand spiritual stones."

After a short while, the shopkeeper calculated the price, and said to Chen Fan with a smile.

Chen Fan nodded without even thinking, and directly drew 50,000 high-grade spirit stones from his storage bag to Shifang's account.

After doing all this, Chen Fan only had less than 20,000 spiritual stones. It can be said that he was just getting rich, and he was once again ashamed.

But it doesn't matter, there are still a dozen rough stones in front of him!

This is his capital!