He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Chapter 254 The Battle for Spirit Bones 15

At a glance, all that could be seen were raw stones, of all sizes and shapes, some of them particularly strange. Fang Tinglan immediately spotted a huge raw stone that looked like an irregularly shaped egg.

"This?" Qu Yi communicated with him using her consciousness.

Fang Tinglan shook her head: "The spiritual energy is not strong. Even if there is some, it may only be in the very center."

"Then continue."

My gaze continued to wander, finally settling on a dark green rough stone not far away. Its dark green was not a dark green in the usual sense; it was a bit deeper than dark green, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to have a hint of blue.

It's a pretty good-looking piece of land.

"Hey!"

A hand patted his shoulder, but Fang Tinglan dodged and turned around.

Fang Lin glared at him, pouted and said disdainfully, "That one's been sitting there for years and nobody wants it. You wouldn't be interested in something nobody wants, would you? Ah, right, you don't have any talent either. All you can see is the outer shell."

He laughed after saying that, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Fang Lin was here to prepare for the competition. Fang Xu asked him to come and get some practice. He also had his own selfish motives; he wanted to make a good necklace for Zhong Yuxin.

He made a few sarcastic remarks and left. Fang Tinglan withdrew her gaze and continued to look at the dark green stone.

He decided to act immediately and dialed his lawyer's number right away.

Attorney Tang was a friend of my mother's. Although the inheritance left by my parents is now in my uncle's hands, Attorney Tang manages some of my mother's personal assets. There's still enough money to buy a rough stone, but...

"How much do you want?" the man asked, his voice rising in surprise.

"three million."

Hearing the young master's calm tone, the man pinched the bridge of his nose: "What are you doing with so much?"

"it works."

"Fang Tinglan, stop fooling around. This is your money for studying abroad."

“I need it. Now, I will be 18 years old when I go abroad to study. The money my uncle keeps is enough for me to study abroad for the rest of my life.”

The man paused for a moment: "Tinglan, your parents' inheritance is in your uncle's hands. I remember telling you about it half a year ago. Fang Xu's business lost a lot of money, but it was quickly covered. Your parents' inheritance..."

The young man was tall and handsome, standing in front of the raw stone with his eyebrows and eyes lowered.

"They are just holding it in trust. No matter where the inheritance is now, it will definitely be in my hands when I come of age."

Fang Tinglan's voice was soft and lacked emotion, but Tang Ningjin sensed his determination and was momentarily stunned, as if... he was different from before.

"Do we really need this money?"

"Ah."

The man remained silent for a long time before saying, "Okay, I'll call you."

"Thank you, Uncle Tang."

After the money arrived, Fang Tinglan was about to buy the rough stone immediately. She had only said one sentence to the shop owner when an old man's voice rang out from the right, full of vicissitudes and some surprise.

"You want to buy this stone?"

Fang Tinglan looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man in a wheelchair with gray hair, being pushed by a man in a floral shirt.

"Yes."

"There are so many other options, why would I want to buy this one?"

"I feel a connection with you."

The old man was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Old man."

The boss bowed deeply to the white-bearded old man, his posture respectful.

The old man seemed to be of high status, and Fang Tinglan glanced at him a few more times.

"It's been sitting here for who knows how long. You weren't the first one to take a liking to it, but you were the first one to want to buy it."

Fang Tinglan listened quietly.

Do you think you can find anything good inside?

Fang Tinglan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Not for sale?"

The old man raised an eyebrow: "Of course not."