Behind him, the cronies following Nicholas Batu suddenly wanted to speak.
"Crack!"
Before he finished speaking, Nicholas Batu slapped him hard on the face!
"Master?"
The latter was a little dazed by the slap. He covered his face that was red with pain and looked at his master with fear in his eyes.
"Someone, bring those cups of tea in the room!"
Without looking at the servants in front of him, Nicholas Batu, with a cold face, ordered directly to the others.
With just one sentence, the person in front of me looked miserable.
After a while, the two cups of tea that had been placed in front of Ye Huang and Tuoba were brought over. From the beginning to the end, the two of them never took a sip.
"Drink." Turning his back, Nicholas Batu said calmly, his tone was calm, but there was no room for doubt.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
"Drink!"
This time, there was a bit of anger.
"Sir, I..."
"Drink it up for him!"
Following Nicholas Batu's words, several of his subordinates immediately stepped forward, grabbed him with all their hands, and tried to pour tea into the boy's mouth.
"Sir, please spare my life. I know I was wrong. Young Master..."
However, these pleas for mercy did not shake Batu's determination at all.
Under the force of several subordinates, most of the two cups of tea were poured down. In just half a minute, the latter straightened his legs, turned blue, eventually spit out foam, twitched a few times and died.
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It wasn't until the other party was completely dead that Nicholas Batu slowly turned around and glanced at the body on the ground.
"Drag it out and bury it!"
"yes!"
With a word of agreement, several people picked each other up and loaded them into a car and drove out of the town.
In situ
Nicholas Batu's eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold look, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"Sal! I want to see how long you can keep pretending to be stupid!"
With a cold snort, the latter slowly turned around and walked into the living room.
The next thing the latter did was to move out the remaining blue and white porcelain in the living room, as well as the oriental paintings and objects collected by the family, without exception, and then look for the special features on them one by one.
Just a few hours later, Nicholas Batu still found nothing.
He frowned, still not believing that Emperor Ye came here in the middle of the night just for a few pieces of blue and white porcelain and paintings?
But it was said that Ye Huang and Tuoba drove out of Nicholas Town with dozens of antiques. At this time, Ye Huang breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
To be honest, Emperor Ye never thought that at the last moment, Nicholas Batu would deliver blue and white porcelain to him so easily. According to Emperor Ye, if he wanted to get what he wanted, he might have to pay
More.
Unexpectedly, Nicholas Batu's cleverness was mistaken for his cleverness, and in the end it saved Emperor Ye a lot of trouble.
Even Ye Huang didn't know if he could take away what he wanted the second time.
"What did you just say to him that this kid actually agreed to your request and gave you these things?"
In the car, Tuoba, who listened to the two muttering in French for a long time but didn't understand what they were saying, couldn't help but asked.
"I told him I had a painting by Van Gogh."
"He changed?"
"No change!"
"What about these things?"
"That kid was so clever that he was misled by his cleverness. I think he gave it as a gift. I just used Van Gogh's paintings as a gift to reciprocate the favor."
Ye Huang chuckled lightly.
"What on earth did you say?"
"Haha, it's nothing, just some boring words..."
Smiling, Ye Huang told Tuoba everything that had happened inside.
"Nicholas Batu never believed that you were here for these blue and white porcelains, so why did he give them to you in the end?"
"Because he didn't want to offend me, or in other words, he didn't want to break the status quo. I left with sincerity and ultimately came back empty-handed. It's a little bit unfair, isn't it?"
With a slight smile, Ye Huang said lightly.
"You come here with sincerity, but you come here with a black heart!"
Tuoba said sarcastically.
"At least they don't know. Anyway, we achieved our goal today."
While driving, Ye Huang was obviously in a very happy mood.
The process was tortuous, but the result made him very satisfied.
"The thing you want is among this pile of porcelain?"
"The pair of blue waves inside the bottle!"
Ye Huang had a smile on his face. To be honest, when Nicholas Batu stopped him and gave him the blue and white porcelain, Ye Huang was not too happy.
After all, his real purpose is to go for the pair of blue vases placed in the living room. The so-called blue and white porcelain and Song and Yuan paintings are just excuses to paralyze the other party.
However, the other party's unintentional actions later made Ye Huang feel like a lost treasure had been found.
"How do you know?"
"I feel it."
"If that boy from Batu knew all this, he would probably curse him loudly."
"What's the point? What I'm after may not be useful to him. Just like this Van Gogh painting, the Western world is vying for it, but I don't think it's a good thing."
"After all, he is also a famous painter, and his things are very valuable."
"Only those who have nothing to do will treat a pair of gadgets that they can't understand as a treasure."
"That's called art!"
"Yes! Art, everything that others can't understand is art."
Smiling slightly, Emperor Ye obviously sneered at something.
The road to obtain a residual image seems to be extremely tortuous, but fortunately, the final result is gratifying.
Rushing back to the secret mezzanine of the Star Hotel in the Paris Satellite City, only Wucha was there, Xingtian and Xing Ganqi had not rushed back yet.
Throwing the Bibo bottle, which may be worth hundreds of millions, directly to the ground and smashing it into pieces, even Ye Huang couldn't help but feel a little pain, let alone Wucha, who had never seen hundreds of millions in his life.
The latter was looking at the debris on the ground, his facial expression twitching with pain.
"Don't feel bad. He got these things back without spending a penny. There's nothing to feel bad about. Besides, this kid is not stupid. The remaining Bibo bottle in the future will probably be worth more than this pair of Bibo bottles.
It gets even higher."
Next to him, Tuoba was more open-minded. It was worth hundreds of millions, and that was just a number.
Yehuang didn’t have any real flowers, so naturally he wouldn’t feel distressed.
Moreover, in his and Ye Huang's hearts, the Xuanyuan Sword was worth many times more than these porcelains.
And Tuoba was right. There used to be two Bibo vases, but now that one is broken, we can only get one. It is the only one in the world.
Prices will naturally rise and skyrocket.
Of course Wucha didn't know all this, he just saw something worth hundreds of millions destroyed.
Among the random pieces, a broken picture rolled into the thickness of a cigarette was mounted on a ceramic base that was not completely broken.
Ye Huang just took one look and couldn't move his eyes away anymore.