It’s not uncommon to see demolition conflicts on the Internet, including deaths!
"Grandpa, why don't you come up with an ideal price and sell the land for us to live in the city." She pulled Jiang Chen and persuaded.
"It's not that I don't sell it, it's that he can't afford it!"
Jiang Chen put the hoe on the ground and said calmly.
can not afford?
Liu Zheng laughed outright and shouted: "Old man, although I, Old Liu, are not ranked in Jianghai City, I still have some assets, and the project is not mine alone. As long as the company as a whole approves it, Jianghai City will not buy it from me.
It’s nothing special, I’ve already handled four or five projects worth billions.”
"Can I afford your land?"
"Besides, you can't just raise the price unrealistically. If you want hundreds of billions or trillions, I really can't afford it!"
Liu Zheng took out the signature pen from his pocket and wrote a new check for 20 million.
"Old man, 20 million is the minimum limit for our company. If you promise, the money will be yours."
An average person might not be able to earn an amount of 20 million in a lifetime of busy work.
Now it's at your fingertips.
No one may be able to bear such a huge temptation.
Lin Luo and everyone including Jiang Churan were trying to persuade Jiang Chen to agree.
Jiang Chen picked up a watermelon from the ground and said calmly: "Twenty million? It's only enough to buy me a watermelon at most."
After hearing this, Liu Zheng's expression changed and he felt dissatisfied. He always felt that Jiang Chen was a little too greedy and seemed to be playing tricks on him now.
Lin Luo was also a little nervous when he saw it. They all knew that although Liu Zheng seemed kind, he had killed people on his hands before!
"The old man's watermelon is made of gold, worth twenty million each."
"It's impossible to make one made of pure gold for 20 million yuan. The old man obviously doesn't want to sell it!"
"I think we should go steal melons together. A road to wealth is open to us."
"Brother, you are not afraid of being punched to death by the old man!"
"As long as we have a clear division of labor, one of us will attract the old man's attention, and the rest will steal the melon and share it equally. Even if we get one, we can sell it for 20 million, which is enough for us to eat and drink for a lifetime. As for the brother who attracted the attention, he will die.
Let’s sell melons in tears! Burn more paper money!”
“We’ve organized a group to steal melons. If you come, please send a private message to sign up!”
"I want to come!"
"+1!"
"You go, I don't want more when you come back, just give me a piece of watermelon rind!"
At this moment, a bodyguard came forward and said: "Old man, our boss has
You are very sincere, don’t you think you are going too far?”
Jiang Chen ignored him and picked up the hoe to get ready to work.
"Did you hear that?"
The bodyguard stepped forward and was about to grab Jiang Chen's arm.
At that moment, Jiang Chen gently kicked Lin Jia's hoe aside, and it landed accurately at the bodyguard's feet.
boom!
When he stepped on it, the hoe rebounded and hit the bodyguard on the nose.
He covered his face covered with nosebleeds, curled up on the ground and howled miserably.
Liu Zheng was a little surprised. Jiang Chen's seemingly gentle kick just now seemed unintentional and intentional. He couldn't tell the difference. He always felt that there was a threat hanging over his heart.
As for Lin Luo, he hurriedly stepped forward to check on the bodyguard's condition.
Jiang Churan also followed.
Jiang Chen was not young, so no one would believe that he did it on purpose, so it was just treated as a coincidence.
As for the live broadcast room.
"Did you see clearly just now?"
"I didn't see it clearly at first, so I took a look at the video. When the old man turned his back to the opponent, he kicked the hoe at his feet."
"If you don't look carefully, you might think it's an accident, but I think the old man did it on purpose."
"The old man is indeed a master of martial arts. No matter how powerful Mr. Liu is, I'm afraid he will suffer a loss."
"A true master must know that he just carried it on his back!"
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Wang Dahai followed Lin Xiaodong into the house and saw the old furniture in the room.
He was stunned for a moment.
Set your sights on a chair carved with a golden dragon.
Then he quickly came to the chair, touched it gently with his hand, and said to himself: "This texture should be right."
The chair is extraordinary because it is a dragon chair.
And judging from the pattern, it should be a dragon chair from the Ming Dynasty.
His usual hobby is collecting antiques. He knows many experts and has become an expert himself. He has seen the dragon chair of the Ming Dynasty with his own eyes, so he can't be wrong about it.
As for why there are two dragon chairs, it remains to be discussed.
Looking around the room, I saw several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the room, and I hurriedly stepped forward to take a look.
"This is... Zheng Banqiao's picture of orchids and bamboos!"
Zheng Banqiao was known as one of the Eight Eccentrics of Jiangdu during the Whip Dynasty. He only painted orchids, bamboos, and stones throughout his life. He called himself the orchid that never thanks anyone forty, and the orchid that stays green forever.
Bamboo, the eternal stone, the unchanging person!
Every piece of work is breathtaking and has been sold at sky-high prices in the antique market. Moreover, even high-end fakes can be sold for high prices.
"Yan Zhenqing, Wang Xizhi..."
The more I look at it, the more shocked I am, every remaining work is by a famous artist from history!
Some of them he can distinguish between true and false, some can't, but judging from the above, there is absolutely no falsehood!
As he watched, Wang Dahai felt more and more sad. He had been collecting for a lifetime, and he had a lot of inventory at home, but the total of them probably couldn't equal any painting on the wall!
This thing is a masterpiece, the only one in the world, and every auction can get a sky-high price!
"Mr. Wang, what are you..."
Lin Xiaodong is a layman and naturally does not know the meaning of the painting.
In their opinion, maybe they are just some fakes, bought from street stalls.
Wang Dahai ignored him and focused his attention on the sandalwood box in front of him.
Opening it gently, you will see a simple ruler placed inside, and it is engraved with nine golden dragons, which is lifelike.
"Kowloon Ring Ruler!"
In an instant, his eyes widened.
He once saw the photo of this ruler in the old photos of Mr. Gu Sanye’s house!
Is it possible...
He looked at Lin Xiaodong solemnly and asked, "Do you know the name of the owner of this family?"
"The last name is Jiang!"
Lin Xiaodong didn't understand why Mr. Wang was suddenly so excited.
But he has always been called Mr. Jiang, and only his grandfather knows his real name.
So I can only tell Wang Dahai his last name.
"Your surname is Jiang?" Wang Dahai showed a hint of shock and said, "It seems right, no wonder there is such a treasure!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the room.
At this moment, the three bodyguards stepped forward with angry eyes, seemingly ready to take action at any time.
Lin Jia looked at Liu Zheng nervously, not knowing how to respond.
Only Jiang Chen's face was as plain as water, which made her even more like an ant on a hot pot. She has become what she is now, and the old man has not changed at all.
Is he really not afraid?
When the bodyguard was about to reach out, he was blocked by someone.
He turned around and saw that it was none other than Wang Dahai.