"grass!"

Wei Ping pointed at the stall owner selling Northern Zhou swords, cursed, turned and left.

...

In addition to his usual aberrations, Wei Ping's rare and serious hobby is antiques, which has almost reached a state of obsession.

The young man who followed him caught up in small steps and said with a smile: "Young Master Wei, don't be angry. How can they have anything real here?"

"Huh? Do you know where there is one?!" Wei Ping paused and looked at him.

The young man touched his nose and laughed: "How do I know? But..." The young man pointed to a gilded loft not far away: "There must be one there!"

"Wanbao Pavilion?" Wei Ping squinted: "Isn't that the property of Zhouji Trading Company?"

"yes!"

"Let's go and have a look?" Wei Ping touched the thick money bag in his arms and murmured expectantly.

"Okay, Mr. Wei, please go first!" The young man spread his arms with a smile, and the direction he pointed was Wanbao Pavilion under Zhouji Trading Company.

...

In Wanbao Pavilion.

Wei Ping is appreciating the clear-colored celadon glazed porcelain statue in his hands.

The feeling is as intoxicating as an old prostitute seeing a little virgin...

Leng Buding Wei Ping's shoulder was suddenly hit by someone, and with a "crash!", the extremely precious porcelain statue in his hand fell to the ground as if it had been greased. It broke into pieces!

"Fuck! Stop!!!"

Seeing that the bumper ran away, the young man following Wei Shao chased him out with squinting eyes and a vicious roar!

In the blink of an eye, no one was seen!

"...!" Wei Ping didn't react at the moment. He looked at his hands blankly, his head was full of mush...!

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight strong men with bulging waists came out of the inner room of Wanbao Pavilion and immediately surrounded Wei Ping!

There is no doubt that they are armed guards, and they are legal!

"Tap tap...!"

After a while.

A middle-aged man with a majestic face slowly walked down from the second floor. The people watching the excitement in the store quickly dispersed and crowded aside to make way for him.

"Shopkeeper Zhou!" One of the strong men surrounding Wei Ping shouted respectfully and stepped aside.

...

"Do you know what this is?!" Shopkeeper Zhou pointed at the porcelain fragments on the ground with a dripping face, his voice was low and shocking.

Wei Ping finally woke up from his stupor. He felt aggrieved and full of fear at the same time: "Green...green glazed porcelain statue."

"Well, you still have some sharp eyesight!" Shopkeeper Zhou turned to look at the strong man beside him: "This matter is not trivial. Hurry up and prepare a car to take the fragments to the Holy City main hall!"

At the end, shopkeeper Zhou looked helplessly at the fragments on the ground and said with a sigh: "Oh, this is the treasure of the store. I can repair it as much as I can."

"yes!"

The strong man handed over his hand, and then several waiters carefully collected the fragments on the ground with brocade foil. The strong man brought a red sandalwood box and put it in, and hurriedly left the Wanbao Pavilion.

...

"Please invite this little friend to sit on the third floor, and we'll entertain you nicely."

After saying that, Shopkeeper Zhou didn't even look at Wei Ping, who was trembling there, and went up to the second floor with his hands behind his back.

...

"Crunch——"

The door was pushed open, and Huang Hong, who was sitting inside, was studying the Go game on the table with a frown, and said without raising his head: "Old Zhou, that's interesting!"

Shopkeeper Zhou smiled and waved his hand: "Our friendship doesn't need to be talked about."

"Hurry up, I will defeat you in this game!"

"That's not necessarily true!" Shopkeeper Zhou walked over with his sleeves rolled up.

******************************

Hong Xiu Le Fang.

In the private room, Erpang gritted his teeth and looked at the Hong brand beer in his hand: "Why is it dripping? Lao Huang also has a brewery?"

"No! It just happened to be this brand." Zhen Youliang moved his buttocks and squeezed next to Erpang and explained to him.

"Oh," Erpang popped open the bottle cap, drank it in one gulp, and praised: "It tastes pretty good!"

"Where is the mother you arranged for me?" Zhen Youliang glared at Erpang.

Just tonight... taking a shower and eating, Erpang killed him nearly a hundred taels again!

"What a panic!" Er Pang looked at him with great disdain, pointed at the door of the private room and shouted, "Isn't Tian'er not here yet?"

"F*ck!" Zhen Youliang slapped his forehead, lying on the sofa with a vicissitudes of life and closing his eyes without saying a word...

"Old ghost, Mo still has nine days left, right?"

"Yeah, I heard Er Pang said that the day he comes out is Mo's birthday. Then I will pay and bring you here to have fun..."

"Okay," Zhan Bao nodded, then suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "How old is he?"

"eighteen!"

Zhan Bao was stunned for a moment: "...She looks quite old."

...

"Crunch——"

Xiaotian smiled and walked into the private room.

"Why is there blood on your clothes?" Erpang stood up and howled exaggeratedly.

"Huh?" Xiaotian scratched his head and turned around looking for blood stains on his clothes, and muttered: "Did I change my clothes?"

"Ha ha!"

"He is framing you..."

Xiaotian came up and punched Erpang: "What are you doing?"

"Is the matter done?" A smile appeared on Erpang's face, but his fists in his trouser pockets were already sweating.

Xiaotian didn't say anything. He walked straight to the back of the private room, opened the curtain and pointed at the band members inside: "You go out first, I will call you in later."

...

After watching the band members behind the curtain leave the private room one after another, Erpang stood in the field and asked: "What's going on?"

"Let's settle the matter with them!" Xiaotian raised his eyebrows arrogantly, put his arm around Er Pang's shoulders, walked to the sofa and sat down: "Er Pang, you have made a great contribution this time."

"Where is Liu Guangneng?!" Er Pang frowned and looked at Xiaotian intently.

"He ran away like a ghost!" Xiaotian still felt a little regretful for not getting Liu Guangneng.

"Run away... It's okay to run away!" Er Fatty murmured to himself, feeling relieved.

It seems that God will let me deal with that evil person with my own hands!

This is the will of God...!

"But if I shoot him, it won't be much better!"

Hearing this, Er Pang was stunned for a moment, then happily opened two bottles of beer with his fingers, and handed one bottle to Xiaotian. "Come on, come on... I'll shoot you Beng, Tian'er will drink one."

!”

"Wait a minute!"

Xiaotian waved his hand, mysteriously took out a cloth bag from his pocket, and opened it layer by layer.

"brush!"

Er Pang stretched his neck and looked at the three golden yellow croakers on the table...

"What are you looking at? One of you." Xiaotian pushed Er Pang: "Hurry, someone will be here soon."

"Did Lao Huang give it to me?"

"Um!"

"It's so bright!" Erpang gave a thumbs up, picked up a heavy gold bar and threw it towards Zhan Bao, who reached out and grabbed it.

Then the Erpang rewrapped the cloth bag and walked up to the old ghost: "Take it."

"What do you mean?" The old ghost looked at Er Fatty in confusion.

"Our house needs to be renovated."

The old ghost looked at Er Fatty for a while, then reached out and took it: "Thank you, brother."

"Here you go!" Zhan Bao also gave the gold bar in his hand to the old ghost: "Count me in!"

******************************

…………

PS: I highly recommend two books written by my old friend on 17K Novel Network:

"Insect Spirit War" is a good post-apocalyptic article. Don't miss it if you pass by it. It doesn't cost anything. It doesn't cost anything. Take a look and feel refreshed. Take a look. You are better than the big Joe. Come on, the old driver will take you flying.

.

[Split Soul], a post-apocalyptic story, the protagonist learns the magical skills in fantasy novels and saves the people of the earth. It is passionate and very exciting!
Chapter completed!