"There are only eighteen paintings by Master Peach Blossom Temple in the world, and seventeen of them are in museums. The only one left is at Grandpa ***'s house."
Mu Qingqing sneered with a ferocious revenge: "Don't worry. No one will sell you to anyone."
This is a private occasion. It is unrealistic to ask Mu Qingqing to salute me. I can only argue with her: "President Mu, please relax. I really don't believe it. There will be no paintings of Escaped Zen Immortal Officials in this world."
"Then I wish President Tong good luck. By the way. President Tong, do you mind if I let this news out?"
"welcome!"
After saying these words coldly, I stood up and left.
Suddenly, the old mean man spoke softly: "The jade jar is exchanged for the picture of a lady."
Xiao Beibi's beautiful face changed color and she called out urgently: "Godfather. Do you want to change with him?"
I didn't expect that the mean old man would suddenly have the idea to barter with me.
The feud between me and him is known to everyone in Yandu Antique Circle.
In the treasure fight at the Prince's Mansion, I still see the slap in the face from Taihang Mountain when I hit the old mean man.
What is this mean old man thinking?
"It's too cheap for him. I also need to add an August cup. Otherwise, I won't change it."
I shouted coldly: "President Mu Da, you are overthinking. Not to mention the August cup, even the jade jar, I will not change it."
At noon that day, the news that I wanted to purchase the paintings of the master of Taohua Temple spread throughout Yandu City, followed the desolate north wind across the Qinling Mountains, and then spread throughout the southern country with the geese returning south.
Through Xiao Beibi's deliberately embellished propaganda, the purchase price skyrocketed from the initial 10 million to 90 million.
I don't care about money. What makes me angry the most is that Bald Laoliang, a talkative one-eyed dragon, ruined my big business.
Sneaking into the village became known to everyone, and I hated Tu Laoliang to the core.
If it hadn't been for the third time in the hospital to dismantle it, I would have sent him in right now.
Fortunately among misfortunes, there are still projects from the Hanlin Academy to support it. Otherwise, the protection of Fangzhou Cemetery would be impossible.
Now it is no longer realistic to buy the paintings of the master of Peach Blossom Temple, so I have to give up this plan.
The next morning, I killed the Bentianjia army again.
It was after eight o'clock, and the person I was waiting for arrived four minutes early.
Without any nonsense with the other party, he entered the Tianjia Army and went straight to Sijinyuan to find Yingzhou Tower.
After passing the manual security check, Ye Buyi was left waiting outside. He entered the Yingzhou Building with the other party, passed the security check again and was led down to the underground by a dedicated person.
After entering the ground about ten meters deep, we went through personal security inspection again, and the underground staff took us to another room.
We were greeted by an old woman who was about to arrive.
After re-examining the dog tag, I took out the A4 paper first: "Code two ticks six eight. Code name Chengfeng. The applicant, the tenth sword holder in Fangzhou, code name Shanhai, code Jiayin..."
The person next to him also took out an A4 paper and reported it carefully: "Code 86 tick 2. Code name Po Yue. The applicant is the ninth sword holder of Fangzhou, code name Shan Hai, code Jiayin..."
The old woman was very steady and steady. After taking the application form, she left her seat and went into the back room for review and verification.
After the verification and review process was completed, the old woman walked out of the office, signed and sealed the two applications, and immediately went out, leaving Ma Zhongchao and I sitting in the underground room and waiting.
This wait is five hours later.
The old woman was escorted back by two guards, opened the box, and carefully opened a document: "The application has been authorized."
"Agree to open!"
After seeing the red letters of approval on the two applications, my heart that had been hanging around for countless days and nights finally came to rest.
At this moment, I felt indescribably relaxed, indescribably sad, and indescribably lost and heartbroken.
Tu Laoliang tried every means to delay Shi Lao's burial, with the purpose of keeping the third and fourth courtyards for the longest time.
But I don't want to put it off any longer.
What is supposed to come will eventually come.
There is only a shell left in Fangzhou, leaving nothing behind.
Useless.
Next, Ma Zhongchao and I returned to the ground, handed over our mobile phones and other electronic equipment, and were escorted by dedicated personnel to separate residences for isolation.
Forty-two hours later, the quarantine ended.
The same group of people escorted Ma Zhongchao and I to the courtyard of the Fangzhou General Association. ap.
This day has finally come.
The moment I got off the bus, I was startled by the battle in front of me.
At this time, my location was still thirty meters away from Fangzhou Alley.
From my feet to the end of Imperial College Street, everything was blocked.
Including the Imperial College, there was also a sign indicating that the garden was closed.
Outside the cordon that had been pulled up, there were special agents on duty, with officers on duty at both ends responsible for directing traffic. The main valve of the gas pipeline in the distance was also closed by dedicated personnel.
In the field of vision, three fire trucks at different locations have been connected to the faucets.
Three ambulances were parked at the opposite door of Fangzhou's alley. Even in broad daylight, the flashing blue light hurt people's eyes.
In the middle is a brand new electric emergency support vehicle.
This battle reminds me of the previous battle at the Bird's Nest Empress Temple, almost at the same level.
It is definitely against common sense that only seven cars can be parked on the nearly 700-meter-long Guozijian Street.
So, the rest of the streets and streets were lined with uniform six-meter-long vans.
There are no less than eighty units in total.
There were no less than two hundred young and middle-aged men and women in uniform standing around the van.
Among them were Dabaicai and old scholars whom I had not seen for a long time, as well as many new stars from the headquarters who had been beaten into pieces by me in comprehensive competitions.
The more than 20-meter-long Fangzhou alley was also filled with people.
These people are all Habayashi guards from the headquarters.
Specialized in perimeter security.
Among these people, there were no fewer than twenty stern-haired men in suits.
They are special guards sent by the Tianjia Army.
From the mail room to the porch, there was another group of special guards with loaded guns and ammunition covering their armbands.
Entering the upside-down room is an eye-opener.
