"Lao Zhu, you usually don't let us come to your home, now you should let us visit, right?"
The person who said this was an old man who was about the same age as Zhu Lao.
He is a collector and has known Mr. Zhu for many years.
For people of their age, if they want to meet an old friend, they only meet once and rarely.
Therefore, despite the opposition of his family, he insisted on coming to City C to attend the birthday banquet for his elders.
Because he knew that if he didn't come, he might not have any chance in the future.
Although everyone can meet again at Pingzhou Gongpan, Myanmar Gongpan and other places, this kind of birthday is different.
He believed that Lao Zhu also wanted to celebrate his eightieth birthday with his friends.
"Old Zhou, I invited you here before, but you didn't come. Why are you so active this time?"
"However, this girl Manshu has done a lot of damage to my collection recently. I'm afraid that the things in the collection room will not be visible to everyone."
Although it was said that he had caused harm to things, Mr. Zhu's expression did not show any dissatisfaction.
"What's here, let me see what you have collected." Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhu are both the existences of Taishan Beidou in the Chinese stone gambling world.
Mr. Zhou only admits that there is one person who is better than him, that is Mr. Zhu.
"Then let's go and have a look." Mr. Zhu looked reluctant.
Mr. Zhou glanced at him and laughed in his heart: This old guy is obviously very happy for others to visit his treasure, but now he still wants to hold it.
The basement of the villa was converted into a collection room by Mr. Zhu, with one room for storing raw jade stones and the other for woolen materials.
Woolen materials are also stored in the stone solution room.
To describe this villa as priceless is an understatement.
After all, those collections are very expensive.
Only a few people were unwilling to visit. The others followed Mr. Zhu to the underground collection room just like visiting a museum with their instructor.
After passing through the heavy protection system and arriving at the basement, everyone was silent.
The security of this villa is on the same level as the museum.
Especially after passing through the last door, there is a road that looks like green lotus leaves. If you take a wrong step, you will encounter traps.
And each of them walked carefully, for fear of being punished here by some dangerous secret arrow.
I wish I could get someone to transform his villa into something like this.
The combination of high technology and the ancient Qimen Dunjia technique has an extraordinary effect.
When they arrived at the wool collection room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Some large woolen materials inside were arranged by Mr. Zhu into various shapes, which are quite ornamental.
In the huge collection room, various market materials are displayed.
Mr. Zhou walked up to a piece of nearly 100 kilograms of aniseed: "I remember that this was brought back from Myanmar. It is Lao Pagan's material. You got this from the stone gambling king and you have been doing it for so many years."
Not open."
"Why? The jade from this material is at least glass. Wouldn't it be good if I kept it and brought it into the coffin later?"
This piece of wool has a small skylight. From the skylight, it can be seen that it is made of glass.
But whether it will collapse or rise, few people dare to bet.
The stone gambling king at that time didn't dare, so he just took advantage of Zhu Kuangsheng.
These expensive woolen materials are all placed well, but there is still a pile of them, just like random rocks.
"These?" Lao Zhou glanced at the pile and seemed to have indeed consumed some.
He remembered that the photos Mr. Zhu took of him earlier should be piled up in the shape of a pyramid.