After a tortuous "tour around the city", the coachman finally brought George to a tall black building covering an extremely large area for two silver coins.
This is a building with sharp edges and corners. The obsidian exterior wall, which is pure black and has no trace of variegation, already exudes an aura of "poor people should not come near". The busy traffic in front of the gate and surrounding The birds chirping and the fragrance of flowers surrounding the high-rise building exudes a low-key and luxurious atmosphere.
But what surprised George was that he actually found a familiar name under the newly cast door plaque with still-painted paint: Myer Zaibatsu.
Looking at it like this, the name of the past owner of this high-rise building is already coming out——
Dong Guzi!
"I wonder if Maier encountered any obstacles when handing over Dong Guzi's properties?" George, thinking this way, followed the flow of people into the depths of the building.
Patina!
Antique!
And, extremely wasteful!
The charming and alluring aroma hits your nose, inhales the nasal cavity, and becomes intoxicated;
The beautiful maid held the golden ripples and jade leaves to receive the wind and wash away the dust for George;
The bard was singing softly on the side, and the beautiful singing always made people feel happy;
The unique spell fluctuations of space magic are scattered in the corners of the entire high-rise building, and the already large internal space has been further expanded;
Even if you don't fully appreciate the works of art displayed in the gold-encrusted exhibition cabinets with defensive magic circles, the prices listed on their nameplates are enough to make most people daunt them;
What's even more outrageous is that George actually installed a large equipment with the same function as an elevator in this building——
The only and most core difference between this thing and the elevator that George knows is that the "elevator" here is completely pushed and pulled by human power!
George could see at a glance that when the elevator began to rise, at the source of the power of the "elevator", a group of tall and strong barbarians from the wild lands of the Far East gathered in a translucent In the room, Heli stepped on the wheel axle, driving the power transmission device made of countless gears, just like a group of mutated groundhogs that grew up eating golden garbage, rolling up and down in the huge roller!
Things that can obviously be accomplished with magic props and regular recharging are used in this "retro" way to show the distinguished status of the visitors. It can only be said that the person in charge here has quite vulgar taste! [@~神书屋#~fastest update]
"Ding!"
Following the sound of the "elevator" reaching the floor, the next second, George saw the person in charge with bad taste.
"Welcome to the art gallery under the Maier chaebol. I am the general deacon here. Tang, please come here. Do you want to add a collection to your home, or do you want to part with the treasure you have?"
The man who greeted George was named Tang, a native of the Kaos Empire. He was about the same age as George, well-spoken, well-spoken, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a somewhat magnetic voice. Behind him, a very beautiful The female assistant looked at George with a smile on her face, with a lingering look in her eyes.
Live Qiu Bo.
All handsome men and beautiful women, all wearing short black evening gowns and short black tuxedos - I wonder if it is because there are so many vampire worshipers in the Kaos Empire. This kind of clothing that imitates the vampire armor style is very popular in the Kaos Empire. Very popular.
It is undeniable that, apart from wanting to complain about this excessive extravagance and wasteful luxury, the deacons here are quite well-trained. As time goes by, George gradually lets go of his uneasiness about the unknown profession and settles down with the situation in front of him. The person in charge became familiar with me.
According to Deacon Tang, the process of selling collections is divided into three stages: expert appraisal, collection display, and auction sale. In order to ensure fairness and impartiality, after the deacons count and register, each piece of utensils and stationery to be sold must go to a treasure appraisal office in the city for evaluation, and then go on a touring exhibition based on the valuation to attract the attention of more wealthy people. and interest, and finally hold a large auction to maximize its revenue.
The deacons' eloquent descriptions were quite contagious. At least George felt eager to give it a try after listening to it. It was a pity that Deacon Tang and his female assistant had to stay to receive other guests, so they could only arrange for another younger one. The deacon, Song, led George to the treasure appraisal institute.
"Um... Mr. Qiaoqiao, may I ask you... how many collections do you want to sell?"
"I didn't count them in detail, but there are always thirty or fifty."
"That...so much?!"
"That's natural. These are all treasures that I robbed...that have been stored in the treasure house for many years! If money hadn't been tight recently, how could I have been willing to sell them?"
On the way to the treasure appraisal office, George naturally started chatting with Deacon Song.
Unlike the experienced Deacon Tang, the young Deacon Song looked like he had just grown up. His youthfulness and seriousness were written on his face. This doubled George's sense of superiority and at the same time, he also began to talk about his journey like a teacher. anecdotes and the philosophy of life that I have learned.
Unknowingly, this young face overlapped with the face of Peter, the young master of the Macbeth family who was rescued by George from the heresy trial temple.
"I wonder if that kid has made any progress over the years following James, the God of War, in various battles?"
With George thinking like this, his words had a bit more of an elder-to-younger tone, with deep and profound words.
…
After all, Dak's vision is still very vicious.
The treasure appraisal work of the Treasure Appraisal Institute went very smoothly. There were a total of forty-four collections, each of which was conservatively estimated to be worth hundreds of gold coins. Some of the utensils and cultural relics were even asked to be inspected by the old mage who was responsible for the appraisal. Jumping to his feet in surprise, he watched the magic props responsible for treasure appraisal behind him flash in color, while he kept mumbling some incomprehensible words, such as "This is a historical relic that records Erathia" and " A miracle that has survived the Day of Reckoning and has not been damaged." Such words are unclear and harsh.
Of course, George couldn't and didn't bother to care about the historical significance of these trophies in another world, but those few were better than the others.
The valuation of the collection is one or even two zeros higher than the treasures, which is enough to make George's hand holding them more stable than ever before!
What made George feel a little funny was that an interesting episode happened during the treasure appraisal process. Since treasure appraisal requires the consumption of magic props, expert labor fees, and the purchase of real magic certificates, in short, it requires payment of fees. Each collection requires three gold coins. Appraisal of these forty-four collections requires a total of one gold coin. One hundred and thirty-two gold coins.
Although compared with the income they generated, it was just a drop in the bucket, but the young Deacon Song was actually worried that George was short of money. He took out his somewhat shriveled snakeskin bag without hesitation, wanting to "generously donate" to George. Seeing him like this With his ancient heart, George was even less likely to take advantage of his younger generation, so he stopped this "simple" little brother. While paying the treasure appraisal fee without any pressure, he also threw a gold coin into Deacon Song's snake skin. Bag as a tip.
From then on, the treasure appraisal was over, and George and Deacon Song returned home with a bag full of treasures worth thousands of dollars. George, who was full of expectations for this huge fortune that could be expected in the future, even hummed a tune on the caravan, feeling very happy that he had discovered a new way to get rich.
If it weren't for the next accident, things should have been so "smooth"!
…
"Deacon Song, please stay. Deacon Song, please stay!"
When the caravan was about to pass through an alley that could be seen everywhere, an old man's voice came from the front. At the same time, two figures jumped directly from the side of the street to the middle of the alley, blocking the car with their arms like a mantis. The front of the caravan!
Um? Long ears? Are they an elf couple? ! Moreover, why did Deacon Song clearly hear the old man’s call, but his hand holding the horse’s rope didn’t slow down at all?
He even kicked the horse's butt very covertly with his foot? !
Although it was just a flash of motion capture, George had a vague feeling that the situation was not simple. On the surface, he was calm, but secretly, he used the art of blood control to forcefully control the horses pulling the caravan, giving them the illusion that there were tigers and wolves in front of them for a moment. , so much so that he forcibly stopped the horse's hooves, and after the horse was calmed down and the caravan finally stopped firmly in the middle of the road, the expression that flashed across Deacon Song's face made George even more convinced of his previous judgment - —
That expression was one of anxiety, annoyance, and resentment when the plan failed to succeed!
"Deacon Song, when will that big businessman from the Nicholas Empire come back who is interested in my family heirloom? People from the Thieves Guild come to me every day to beg for money. I really can't hold on anymore!"
As soon as the caravan stopped, the two elves approached nervously. This is a pair of seemingly ordinary elven old men. The wrinkles on their faces and their stooped bodies all silently tell the story of the vicissitudes of life they have experienced.
"Lord Qiaoqiao, please wait for me for a moment. I'll be ready soon... right now!"
After casting an apologetic look at George, Deacon Song hurriedly got out of the caravan, half pushing and half pulling
After dragging the two old men to the side of the road and whispering a few words, he got back into the car and drove the caravan back.
However, in the short few words that Deacon Song left, he did not notice that George, who had been sitting in the caravan, had a very brief blurry flicker, and then completely disappeared in the caravan. At the end of the alley, another figure walked out of the shadows beside the street.
(End of chapter)
