The villagers dispersed in an instant.
Only Old Wang stood in the distance and refused to leave.
It was not easy for such a group of rich people to come and buy his box.
Even if that 50 million was a joke, however, there was still hope of selling it for 500,000 yuan.
Naturally, he would not leave so easily.
Jiang Bingkun did not bother about him, he turned to look at Ye Feng.
"Brat, you're too arrogant, do you know that?"
"Grandpa will teach you a lesson today."
Ye Feng looked at everyone with disdain. "With just you good-for-nothings? Aren't you afraid that the wind will hurt your tongue?"
That group of people was instantly enraged.
"Isn't this kid too arrogant? Kill him!"
"The last person who spoke to us like this, the grass on his grave is already three feet tall, right?"
"If I don't kill him today, I swear I'm not human!"