The tycoon strode over proudly, pointed the cigar in his hand at the guqin, and smiled domineeringly again: "Feng, I want to buy it and give it to Baoling as a souvenir of her trip to Hokkaido. Or Gu
The lady is still in the mood to bid. Anyway, I will multiply the number she gave by two and write a check to you."
Only me, Gu Qingcheng, Tycoon and Guan Baoling were left at the scene. Under the noon sun, the imposing Tycoon looked down on the world with pride.
I am no longer jealous of the relationship between him and Guan Baoling, because I have understood the secrets hidden deep in her thoughts, and the understanding in my heart has been completely cut off.
"Senior Ye——" Gu Qingcheng pushed up his glasses again, bowed humbly, and quickly put away his checkbook. If he wanted to compete with the tycoons for wealth, he would have to be as rich as Bill Gates to give it a try, and Bill Gates could barely give it a try.
Most of what Ci owns is real estate, while the tycoon can write cash checks instantly.
The tycoon waved his hand, bit the cigarette holder, took a big puff, and then slowly spit it out, letting the aroma of the fine cigars float to me in the wind.
"I have admired the reputation of Senior Ye for a long time, and I have witnessed your majesty from a distance in Hong Kong Island. I never expected to meet you here -" At any time, Gu Qingcheng seemed to be neither humble nor arrogant, and had a well-founded approach and retreat. He seemed to always have a beautiful heart.
Can cope with any emergencies.
The sun shines down from behind her, and those strands of blond hair that are half exposed and half hidden in the black hair look like an Apple computer advertisement, with a delicate and moving ray of gold popping out from the vast black and white, which shows her ingenuity.
The tycoon's face was red. He must have eaten a lot and slept well in the past few days. He was living a pampered life. Even his belly was obviously bulging. He glanced at Gu Qingcheng's face with a fierce gaze like an eagle.
: "Xiao Gu sent you here, right? When I was in Hong Kong Island, I took care of his business several times and made him a lot of profits. In this way, you call him and tell him that I have made a decision on Guqin, and no one can
I can’t take it away. Or when Bao Ling gets tired of playing with it, I will send someone to give it to him without charging a penny.”
This is a tycoon. Every word he speaks is like smashing a hole in the ground. The implication is that others can only obey and cannot resist or bargain.
I glanced at his side profile and felt that his features were not as annoying as before. On the contrary, they were somewhat kind.
"Guan Baoling is the tycoon's woman" - I thought of this sentence again, but at the moment I just thought it was ridiculous.
Gu Qingcheng smiled lightly, took out a folded pink letter from his leather bag, and presented it to the tycoon with both hands respectfully: "Senior Ye, this is the letter from 'Pink-Eyed Long Po' to you. Please take a look at it."
"For a moment." She always said that she and others met by chance at Xunfu Garden, but she was extremely well prepared, which showed that she had already considered the people she might meet locally.
Guan Baoling is not from the world of martial arts, so naturally she is ignorant of the name "Pink Eyes Long Po". But Tycoon and I were both startled. Tycoon even took half a step back in shock, using the action of puffing on his cigar to cover it up.
Feeling the uneasiness in his heart.
Pink-eyed Luang Po is the largest drug smuggling oligarch in Asia. Her power covers the drug production base in the Golden Triangle, Myanmar smuggling routes, Hong Kong Island transfer stations, Singapore, Malaysia, Taifei transfer stations, and all major drugs leading to the United States.
The sea terminal of the city where demand is high. Big drug buyers in the underworld, when mentioning the words "Pink-eyed Luang Po", they must be respectful and consider themselves "juniors", otherwise they may not know when they will offend her.
All supply of goods to our family was cut off, and we had to withdraw from the golden market of drug sales.
On the other hand, Pink-Eyed Dragon Po is the chief leader of the Asian sects of physiognomy, divination, necromancy, Five Poison Cults, head-dropping techniques, Miao Jiang Gu techniques and other evil sects. If she wants to plot against someone,
That person's only option is to wait for death.
"I have never had a relationship with 'Pink-Eyed Luang Po', how could you... have a letter for me?" The tycoon was a little bit out of control, which is understandable. With the other party's poisoning methods, just this piece of letter can...
Let him die a hundred times.
"I don't know, this junior. It's just that Long Po has entrusted me, so I will obey orders." Gu Qingcheng's trump card instantly suppressed the tycoon's momentum, but there was no trace of pride on her face.
The tycoon looked around, but there was no one there. Even the people on the watchtower turned back. He swallowed hard, his neck turned red, and he was not ready to accept the letter.
Guan Baoling took a step forward and asked with a smile: "Can I come and take a look? This senior must be elegant and likes pink the most, so he uses such exquisite letterhead..."
At this moment, I felt as if the air in the whole courtyard was frozen. Seeing Guan Baoling's hand reaching for the letter, I didn't even think about it. I reached out in time to touch the letter in front of her, and said hastily: "I'll pick it up for Mr. Ye."
Xin, I have admired the name of Senior Long Po for a long time——"
Gu Qingcheng released his long white fingers, and the letter fell into my hand with a slight chill.
"Mr. Feng is really considerate and is worth learning from us in the world. In view of this, I will offer a higher price no matter what so that you can make as much money as possible. How about that?" Gu Qingcheng
When she smiled, the edges of her hair were coated with a layer of golden color by the sun. She raised her left hand to comb her hair. The platinum diamond bracelet on her wrist and the diamond ring on her index finger all radiated a dazzling cold light in an exaggerated way.
I sneered and replied: "No need."
If unfortunately I was poisoned by the "Pink-Eyed Dragon Po", I would do it for Guan Baoling willingly without any complaints. I turned around and held the letter in front of the tycoon. After this hand-off, even if the letter was up and down,
I set a speed limit and placed a curse, but they were all blocked by me.
The tycoon frowned, pursed his lips and blew open the letter, revealing four or five lines of smooth Chinese characters. In order to avoid suspicion, I immediately turned my head and refused to peek.
This episode caused by the guqin made me a little frustrated. It seemed that there was no need to spend a lot of thought and time on it. I just wanted to find out what role the guqin played in the pursuit of the "Tomb of the Undersea God"
As for the characters, the most important thing to do now is to dismantle Xunfuyuan.
Of course, this matter needs to be discussed and communicated with Su Lun, and at least her consent must be obtained first.
"Humph, 'God of Black Witchcraft' Kunal? Can he break the curse cast by others? I don't think so!" The tycoon was talking to himself, and his aura had mostly calmed down.
The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly changed, because as soon as the word "black witchcraft" was mentioned, Guan Baoling's face immediately darkened and became calm. The powerful tycoon also began to retreat unconsciously. Only Gu Qingcheng remained calm and said to
I smiled: "Actually, there is nothing offensive about this letter. Mr. Feng can take a look at it. Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. There is not only one way to break the black witchcraft. Luang Po please 'black witchcraft'"
I just don’t want a master like Senior Ye to be restrained everywhere and lose his reputation as an Asian metaphysician.”
Her voice makes people obey involuntarily and be willing to do what she says.
I lowered my head and looked at the smooth small characters in Wang Xizhi's regular script on the letter. The ink was dripping. It turned out to be authentic traditional Chinese calligraphy, with profound skills.
"Kunna has found the person who cast the curse and will arrive in Hokkaido in ten days. In the Jianghu, we can talk about anything. How about giving the old woman a piece of cake? The Jianghu is not old. It would be the old woman's honor if she can help Brother Ye solve his problems." A few lines.
The words are completed in one go, and where the signature is signed, there is a pink seal with the word "dragon" in seal script.
The cigar quickly came to an end, and the tycoon choked violently and coughed violently. He took off the cigarette holder angrily and stubbed out the cigarette butt on a dead tree nearby.
"I'm going to book Qin. Miss Gu is here. It's hard work traveling long distance. I can write you a check to make up for your brother and sister's losses." The tycoon's momentum was suppressed, but what he said cannot be changed at will.
. Guan Baoling showed a confused expression. After all, it didn't matter to her whether to keep the guqin or not. Why bother to cause more trouble?
Gu Qingcheng sighed softly and reached out to take back the letter.
Guan Baoling opened her mouth to say something, but the tycoon grabbed her wrist and turned back to her room, leaving only Gu Qingcheng and me where we were.
This change was beyond my expectation, and several questions that had been swirling in my mind were instantly disrupted. When I subconsciously looked towards the hall, I saw the ferocious and sinister "nine-headed bird fighting for its life" pattern in the main building of the villa.
It once again stood out in my sight - "Maybe the oracle on the water is reasonable? After getting rid of the weird villa layout here, can it affect the curse in the tycoon's body? But the oracle of Fengqiao Temple, seeking blessings
What impact will the Garden Villa have on 'black magic' as far away as Guatemala?"
These questions can make people's heads explode. Under the sunlight, I felt like the world was spinning. I took two steps back and leaned against the car door.
During the days at Fenggeji Temple, I couldn't sleep peacefully every night, and my energy was exhausted. I thought of the soft bed in the bedroom on the second floor, and I really wanted to go upstairs and throw myself on that bed immediately.
"Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, are you okay?" Gu Qingcheng's voice was vague and distant, and her face was close to my eyes, vaguely like it was separated by a layer of gauze. I wanted to step towards the hall, but I was so flustered.
It was so powerful that his feet seemed to be stepping on clouds and he couldn't struggle. He only moved half a step and fell forward, helplessly pressing on her shoulders.
The sound of the wind blowing the strings clearly reached my ears. When I woke up again, I felt someone sitting in front of the bed. It wasn't Su Lun, it wasn't Xiao Kereng, it wasn't Guan Baoling. She had a feeling of being repulsive to others.
He looked cold on the outside, sitting upright nobly, probably holding a book in his hand.
"What's wrong with me?" I groaned, having a severe headache.
"It's just a common cold. It will get better soon." She replied, and it turned out to be Gu Qingcheng.
I turned over with difficulty, not knowing how I got to the bed, but I finally understood that this was the bedroom on the second floor. After going out, there was the bronze warrior holding the clock, and the next room was the study room full of books.
.If you decide to demolish the villa, everything can be moved to the villa to the east. It is not a big problem, but the bronze warrior statue will definitely need to be transported by a crane.
"Is there any necessary connection between the lotus key, the underwater door, and the warrior statue?" I wanted to call Su Lun, but my phone had already been soaked in water.
"Don't move. You have just taken medicine and need to rest in bed." I just wanted to support myself, but her hand was already on my shoulder.
I smiled feebly: "How is Miss Guan... How is Miss Guan? Does she have a cold too? I want to go see her..."
Xiao Kereng's voice sounded with a trace of anger: "It's better to avoid it! She is fine. With the care of the tycoon, no disease can trouble her."
The light was a bit dazzling, so I closed my eyes weakly, not in the mood to argue with Xiao Kereng.
"Well, Mr. Feng, you are too tired. It may be due to long-term lack of sleep. As long as you sleep peacefully for twenty-four hours, you will become more energetic again. You don't have to worry about other people." I like to listen to Gu Qingcheng's gentle and gentle words.
, completely different from Xiao Kereng.
I remembered the matter about the guqin and closed my eyes with an apologetic smile: "Ms. Gu, I didn't expect that there would be so many changes regarding the guqin. Your trip was in vain."
This sentence caused Gu Qingcheng and Xiao Kereng to laugh at the same time. Xiao Kereng rushed to say: "The tycoon has given up, leaving Miss Gu to take away the piano." An autographed letter from 'Pink Eyes Long Po',
Even the President of the United States would give face to the tycoon, so how could the tycoon be so ignorant of the rules of the world? Moreover, Luang Por mobilized all the power under his command to help the tycoon deal with the curse of 'black magic'. If he does not know how to praise him, it will not be enough.
Wise!"
I couldn't help but frown. Xiao Kereng's words were too straightforward and contained a lot of personal emotions. Once spread, it would inevitably cause unnecessary misunderstandings among the tycoons.
Gu Qingcheng smiled and asked lightly: "Miss Xiao seems to have a deep prejudice against tycoons? In fact, in the world of politics, it is not about everyone giving face to each other and cheering each other up. Everyone has his or her own world, and everyone has what they can and cannot do.
Luang Po also respects Senior Ye very much. They have always been friends in the world, so the tycoon is willing to give me face for Long Po's sake. As a junior, I can only be grateful."
She spoke beautifully and praised the tycoon calmly. She was extremely versatile.
Before I fell asleep again, I suddenly thought: "If the 'Pink-Eyed Dragon Po' can break the curse of black witchcraft, wouldn't it be unnecessary to dismantle the Xunfuyuan Villa?"