I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Forty-five million is a price that is beyond the reach of most people.

Even the owners who were bidding shook their heads.

Buying a fist-sized piece of jade for 45 million is not because I can't afford it, but because it's unnecessary.

Adding in processing fees, design fees, and inlay fees, the final product cost is close to 60 million, leaving very little profit margin.

Qin Zhiyi looked around and, seeing that no one else was bidding higher, turned to Chen Mo: "Mr. Chen, please give me your account information!"

Chen Mo nodded and sent over the bank card number.

Qin Zhiyi quickly completed the transfer after a series of actions.

Chen Mo looked at the account balance, his lips curling into a Nike-style smile.

He made over 40 million yuan with ease; that's faster than robbing a bank.

Qin Zhiyi put the jade into her bag and said gratefully:

"Mr. Chen, do you have some time? I'd like to invite you to dinner!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Just then, a shout came from outside the crowd.

A group of people squeezed in.

The leader was a young man in his twenties, wearing a Givenchy sweatshirt, with his hair slicked back and shiny, his hands in his pockets, and his chin held high.

He was followed by four or five burly men in black suits, each with broad shoulders and thick waists, wearing sunglasses; they were clearly bodyguards.

The young man scanned the crowd's faces, finally settling on Chen Mo. He looked him up and down casually and said, "You're Chen Mo?"

Liu Xin's expression changed slightly. He leaned close to Chen Mo's ear and whispered, "Old Chen, they seem to be looking for you. Do you know him?"

Chen Mo shook his head, looked at the young man, and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

The young man raised his chin even higher and said calmly:

"My name is Yang Chuxiong. I've come to see you today because I want you to treat my grandfather's illness. You should be able to... do that, right?"

Is your surname Yang?

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "Your grandfather's name is Yang Anming?"

"That's right!"

Yang Chuxiong nodded: "Since you know, let's not waste any more time, come with me!"

Chen Mo remained unmoved and directly refused: "Find someone else; I won't treat him!"

Yang Chuxiong's expression changed instantly: "What did you say?"

"I said no treatment!"

Chen Mo's tone was calm. "Don't you understand?"

Yang Chuxiong's face darkened instantly, and he almost poked Chen Mo's nose with his finger:

"Kid, it's an honor for you to treat my illness, how dare you refuse? Am I giving you face?"

"Idiot!"

Chen Mo rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this idiot, and pulled Liu Xin along to leave.

"Stop right there!"

Yang Chuxiong flew into a rage: "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you refuse me? Do you even know what kind of family the Yang family is?"

"Giving you medical treatment is doing you a favor! Do you believe I can make sure you can't stay in Da'an?"

"Are you finished speaking?"

Chen Mo scoffed.

Yang Chuxiong sneered, "I'm telling you, you have to go today, whether you like it or not!"

"Idiot!" Chen Mo was too lazy to listen anymore and turned to leave.

Yang Chuxiong's face darkened completely. Gritting his teeth, he waved his hand and said, "Teach him a lesson!"

The four burly men in suits moved at the same time and pounced on Chen Mo.

The onlookers gasped and retreated hastily, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Chen Mo is not good at fighting. He has always been a good boy and has hardly ever been in a fight.

But at the moment.

To him, these people's movements appeared to be in slow motion.

With a physique score as high as 11, Chen Mo's speed is as fast as a cheetah and his agility is as fierce as a tiger.

Compared to him, these people are like sheep compared to tigers.

Chen Mo grabbed the first big man's wrist and pulled him into his arms, while his other elbow struck the man directly in the ribs.

The burly man groaned and knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

The second one lunged at Chen Mo from the side, trying to grab his waist.

Chen Mo raised his leg and kicked him in the knee.

Click!

The burly man screamed, knelt on one knee, and rolled on the ground, clutching his knee.

The third one was smarter; he didn't dare to charge directly. Instead, he pulled out a telescopic baton from behind his waist, swung it, and aimed it at the back of Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo was even faster, grabbing the man's collar and pressing him down, then kneeing him directly in the stomach.

The man rolled his eyes, knelt on the ground, and began to dry heave.

The fourth burly man watched as his three companions collapsed to the ground in less than ten seconds, their legs giving way and them frozen in place, too afraid to move.

Liu Xin stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape.

He had known Chen Mo for so many years and never knew that Chen Mo could fight. No, this wasn't fighting, this was bullying noobs!

Four well-trained bodyguards were all taken down in ten seconds. Is this still Old Chen?

Qin Zhiyi was also speechless with amazement. She had seen people who could fight, but she had never seen anyone who could fight like this.

Those bodyguards looked like professionals, but they were as fragile as paper in front of Chen Mo.

The arrogance on Yang Chuxiong's face completely disappeared, replaced by fear and anger.

He glanced at the bodyguard lying on the ground, unable to get up, then at Chen Mo, his voice trembling:

"You...you dare hit my people? Do you know who I am? Do you believe me...?"

"What?"

Chen Mo said coldly.

Yang Chuxiong took a step back, his voice trembling with fear, "You just wait! I'll make sure you can't stay in Da'an! I..."

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Yang Chuxiong staggered as he was hit, half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his face, pointed at Chen Mo, and said incredulously, "You...you dare to hit me?"

"So what if I hit you?"

Chen Mo snorted coldly and slapped him again.

"Snapped!"

Yang Chuxiong covered his mouth, trembling with shock and anger: "You...you..."

"stop!"

A woman's voice came from outside the crowd.

The crowd parted automatically, and a beautiful woman strode in.

It's Yang Churan!

Her hair was a little disheveled, and her forehead was covered in sweat, as if she had run there.

Seeing the bodyguard lying on the ground and Yang Chuxiong covering his face with his mouth full of blood, Yang Churan's pupils suddenly contracted.

When Yang Chuxiong saw his sister, it was as if he had seen a savior; he staggered and rushed towards her.

"Sis! He...he hit me! You have to find someone to kill him! I want him dead! Dead!"

Enraged, Yang Churan slapped Yang Chuxiong across the face again without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

This slap was very loud, even harder than the one Chen Mo delivered.

Yang Chuxiong's other cheek was also swollen. He covered his face, completely stunned: "Sister...you...you hit me?"

"You bastard!"

Yang Churan pointed at her younger brother: "I told you to invite Mr. Chen, who told you to lay a hand on him?"

"I...I..."

"Shut up!"

Yang Churan slapped him again: "You idiot, are you trying to kill your grandpa?"

Yang Chuxiong covered his face, not daring to say a word.

He had been afraid of this older sister since he was a child, and now seeing her looking like she wanted to eat him alive, he was so scared that his legs went weak.

"Useless thing, I'll settle the score with you later!"

Yang Churan took a deep breath, ignored her younger brother, and turned to walk in front of Chen Mo.

He bowed deeply, bending over at almost a 90-degree angle.

"Mr. Chen, my younger brother was ignorant and offended you. I apologize on his behalf!"

Chen Mo didn't speak.

Yang Churan straightened up, her eyes pleading, "Mr. Chen, please... please treat my grandfather's illness!"

"He's been in the ICU for a month, and the doctors say he could die at any moment... We really have no other choice!"

"Name your terms! Name your price! Anything is possible! Just say the word, and I'll do it!"

Chen Mo shook his head: "Miss Yang, don't waste your time. I won't treat your grandfather!"

"Mr. Chen..."

Yang Churan's face turned pale.

Chen Mo waved his hand: "You Yang family don't believe me, you're interrogating me like a liar!"

"I told them, I won't treat those who don't believe in me, and that rule won't change!"

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he didn't say anything more and gave Liu Xin a wink: "Let's go!"