"I'm a fucking member of the headquarters. I have the rights, obligations, and responsibility to supervise any attackers who plot against the headquarters."
"That includes you!"
"Your mother!"
Another cloud bomb exploded in Hall 3, causing the already shaking scene to boil over again!
Everyone looked at me and my frightened look and expression intensified again, as if I had seen a ghost Shura!
Ran Hong was so angry!
He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, the three corpse gods were so angry that they were jumping, they were so angry that they were gnashing their teeth, and they were so angry that they were furious.
His eye sockets almost burst, his pupils were as red as a man-eating demon, and his breathing was like rolling thunder!
I just looked at Ran Hong coldly, staring at him without blinking. He silently counted down the seconds until Ran Hong went crazy.
I was waiting for Ran Hong to lose control and hit me.
No one, not even those possessed by Buddha and Taoist ancestors, can bear my words.
As long as he dares to take action, I will be 10,000% sure to destroy this Yuan Ren Autumn Hunting Picture!
Not only do I want to destroy this picture of Yuan Ren’s Autumn Hunting, I can also use this excuse to kill Long’s family directly!
But I didn't wait until Ran Hong got angry.
To be precise, someone interrupted Ran Hong's rage.
"Ran Mi. Mr. Zhao is here."
A sudden call saved Ran Hong and woke him up from his obsession.
Ran Hong looked at me like a hungry wolf, but I was not afraid at all and kept staring at him.
"Boss, the headquarters meeting will start in twenty-five minutes. All bosses, please move to the main Oriental venue on the third floor."
The sweet and melodious voice of the concierge came, and all the guests walked away as if they had been granted amnesty. They only regretted that their parents had lost two feet.
"Ran Mi. Please follow me. Mr. Zhao is waiting for you."
Ran Hongqiang restrained himself from expressing his anger, gritted his teeth, and followed the 1.8-meter-tall beautiful concierge away.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Hall No. 3 was empty, as if nothing had happened.
Old Despicable was the last to leave.
After beating Ran Hong to the ground, my eyes immediately moved to Old Despicable's face, staring at Old Despicable.
This time only Ran Hong, the Long family's dog, and Ning Cheng and Liu Yicong were beaten, but the old mean man miraculously escaped with his life.
When I stared at Old Despicable, Old Despicable was still pretending to be dead.
But the way he was breathing oxygen looked very comfortable.
Just now, when all the masters and experts were applauding Yuan Ren’s Autumn Hunting Picture, I was the only one who understood the old mean’s certification words.
The old man said that the Yuan Dynasty Autumn Hunting Picture is indeed a rare royal collection of the Aixinjueluo family.
But from beginning to end, Lao Despicable never mentioned the authenticity.
This is the power of this old pig dog.
If he dared to say it was genuine, his face would be gone today and his reputation would be ruined.
At the moment Liu Yicong was about to leave, Old Despicable opened his eyes and met my eyes.
At this moment, what I saw in the old mean’s eyes was a mysterious smile and the pleasure of the woman’s plan succeeding!
I secretly called "Old Pig Dog!"
Needless to say, I was taken advantage of by the old meanie.
His trick of pretending to be dead is called driving away wolves and devouring tigers.
The purpose of the old pig and dog pretending to be deaf and dumb is to make me fight with the Xia family.
This move, in addition to driving away wolves and devouring tigers, can also kill people with a borrowed knife!
Lend me this knife to kill the Xia family.
Lend me this knife again to kill the Long family.
What a damn good calculation.
No matter who I kill with this knife, he will just sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers!
No matter how the Xia family and the Long family deal with me, he will ignore it and ignore it!
I was fought to death, and he was the happiest. Read the book
Older gingers are more spicy.
At this point, I have to admire Old Despicable.
Just sing here
I appear in the meat grinder-like Yandu, which has been experiencing turbulent changes for more than ten years. The old despicable man is still a happy and unfettered immortal because he has his own secret recipe.
After the old mean man left, there were only a few guards in suits and three or five spectators who were still gathered around the Yuan Ren Autumn Hunting Picture in Hall 3.
While I was angrily quarreling with everyone in the audience, these onlookers stood far outside and witnessed the whole process.
"How did you kid tell that the painting was fake?"
A cigarette was handed to me flatly, and Mr. Lao Dao lit it again.
“You’ve never eaten pork, and haven’t you seen a pig running?”
The old swordsman was a little unhappy with my reply with a straight face.
The Leopard King next to him Mansheng said: "He can't recognize a fake thing at a glance, so the Special Bureau will not fight him."
The old swordsman laughed. Suddenly he asked me in a low voice: "Can the three-coin divination tell us that this painting is fake?"
this problem……
Something new!
The crazy critics of the Hanlin Academy really think differently from ordinary people!
The Leopard King turned his head and glared at the old swordsman: "Boss, how much have you drank today? If you can use three coins to tell whether it is true or false, then why do you still need Luo Slutty and the rest of us?"
"I asked him, but I didn't ask you. This is a technical matter, and you don't understand."
The Leopard King immediately rolled his eyes.
The boss Lao Dao said lazily: "Even the stock market trends can predict the authenticity of ancient paintings, but not the authenticity of ancient paintings? The source of all dharma is the same, and different paths lead to the same destination. I'm right, little Tongtong."
The Leopard King rolled his eyes and looked up at Lao Gao again, as if he was about to fall down in the next second.
I frowned and was dissatisfied with the nickname given to me by the old swordsman, but I calmly responded: "Theoretically, it can be counted."
Hearing this, the Leopard King took a deep breath and looked at me blankly, as if he were an idiot.
The old swordsman's eyes were wide open and his face was full of excitement. His hands were clasped with fingers eager to try: "What algorithm?"
I spoke lightly: "True and false account for 50% each. True is Qian, false is Kun. From the sky to the earth, from the earth to people, from people to things, with two plates of position, time, movement and stillness, one door moves eight When the door moves, it’s not difficult to calculate.”
"***This is how Ma Qian Ke's Qiankun Ten Thousand Years Song was calculated."
When these words came out, the Leopard King was completely confused. The old swordsman immediately narrowed his eyes and said something that made sense, then frowned, and instantly became absorbed in it.
In less than half a minute, hot sweat broke out on Lao Dao's forehead and he started talking nonsense.
I immediately slapped the old swordsman and said in a deep voice: "One hexagram a day, don't be greedy for too much."
