The contract son-in-law of the female president

"Rong'er, just let Xiao Yi try it, no matter whether you win or lose, it's just a fun show."

Qin Zhikun was very troubled by these matters, so he could only resort to a trick, thinking about solving this matter as soon as possible.

You Huirong was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

If Wang Yi is allowed to go on messing around like this, he doesn't know how much effort will be wasted.

"Okay, let's have a competition, whoever loses will not be allowed to approach our Yu'er again."

You Huirong thought, Zhao Ling has a good family background, so it is impossible for him to lose to Wang Yi.

If you really lose, then let both of you go.

Zhao Ling smiled slightly: "Nephew does as he pleases."

With a calm and calm expression, Wang Yi took a step forward and stood at the front with Zhao Ling.

"Let Hua Bo ask someone to move all the things they sent here, so that everyone can judge fairly." Qin Zhikun ordered lightly.

At this moment, You Huirong has no strength left, otherwise, how could she allow Qin Zhikun to point fingers at will.

After a while, Qin Zhaihua brought several people and gifts to the banquet hall.

"This is a gift from the two of them. This one belongs to Mr. Zhao Ling, and this one belongs to Young Master Xiao Yi." Qin Zhaihua said slowly.

It can be seen from his address that he and Qin Hai are of the same heart, and he treats Wang Yi like his own child.

"Is there anything else to say?" Zhao Ling pointed at his gift and smiled contemptuously at Wang Yi.

"What?" Wang Yi asked back.

"It took eight people to carry my gift, but yours is only two people." Zhao Ling was very satisfied.

He spent a lot of money to get many precious cultural objects from the ancient city, as well as many treasures from the sea.

"Hehe, if giving a gift is based on volume, then I gave you an earth's worth of air, what do you have to give me to repay it?" Wang Yi snorted coldly, and didn't look at Zhao Ling again.

"I'll see how long you're still stubborn."

Zhao Ling gave Wang Yi a hard look, then turned to look at the gifts of the two.

"This pile is a pile of cultural relics from 1000 years ago. There are ten pieces in total, with a total value of 1000 million." Qin Zhaihua counted and reported the number.

For this number, Zhao Ling did not object.

But everyone was taken aback.

Ten pieces of 100 million Wenwan were given away. These alone are enough to open an antique shop.

Then Qin Zhaihua ordered a few more things: "Eight rare mountain treasures, including 500-year-old ginseng, Tianshan snow lotus, etc., totaling 2000 million."

Whoa!
There was a sound of exclamation.

There are so many precious medicinal materials, not only because they are expensive, but also because their quality is more precious. In an emergency, they can even save lives.

Already 3000.

And that's just two piles.

There are six more piles in the back, and the volume is even larger.

As Qin Zhaihua lifted the coverings one by one, all the gifts from Zhao Ling appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Isn't that the Tianxin Ruyi, the heirloom of the Yin family in Jiangzuo? It is said that it was used by Emperor Zhaolie, and it is very valuable."

"And that one, it should be the Nine Dragon Cup used by the emperor 2000 years ago, it can be turned into fine wine by pouring clear water, it was once hailed as a magic weapon."

One after another, the treasures were exposed, which amazed their eyes and ears.

"Those who know are Mr. Zhao's generosity, but those who don't know who robbed the museum?"

Although it was a joke, Zhao Ling knew it was a compliment for his ability.

Hearing this, Zhao Ling felt very happy, and the boy's face couldn't help but raise a little bit, revealing a look of arrogance.