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Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180

Aunt Qing was a little excited. She licked her lips and said, "You bunch of rubbish, please die."

I rode the bike and turned the accelerator hard, wanting to escape from this place of right and wrong as quickly as possible. The further away from here, the better. It would be best to leave Luoyang now!

I ran for several kilometers in a row.

I slowed down the car, gasped and asked, "Where...are we going now? Where are we going to find Mr. Li and the others? How are we going back?"

Behind her, she could only hear her cold voice saying: "Go back? Who said you were allowed to go back?"

"Where is this?"

"One is dead, and there are three others. Let's go and find out where they are staying."

"Still looking for it!"

I slammed on the brakes and stopped: "Aunt Qing, there was so much noise just now! Aren't you scared? You should avoid the limelight first!"

As soon as I said this, I vaguely heard the sound of fire trucks and police cars.

How could I not be afraid! Even though it wasn't me who blew it up! She was the mastermind throughout the entire process, and I was at best an accomplice who knew and didn't report it, but it still had something to do with me.

Listening to the sirens around her, her expression was calm and genuine.

The green dragon is entangled, or it is called the poisonous snake.

If anyone offends this woman, he may suffer eight lifetimes of bad luck and die with no trace of his body intact.

Seeing the sweat on my forehead, she frowned again and said, "You are such a weakling. You only do such a small thing. If Brother Jiu comes, he won't even move his eyelids."

"Why, what's in your eyes? Are you dissatisfied?"

"No, I'm not dissatisfied, Aunt Qing, I accept you." I said.

"cut."

"I know you are dissatisfied. If you dare to say it now, I will consider you a man."

After thinking about it, I said with a cold face: "Aunt Qing, I'm not a man, you can scold me all you want."

"That's right, that... Brother Tian took Aunt Luo on their honeymoon last time. Ever since Aunt Luo became wheelchair-bound, Brother Tian has held her in his hands every day. If he held her too high, he would be afraid of her melting; if he held her low, he would be afraid of being cold.

Yes, it’s just bringing tea and water, asking for help, and having to kiss her on the mouth before she can sleep at night.”

After hearing what I said, her face turned dark instantly.

"You...you...boy! You don't have to be angry with me."

"From now on, if you dare to mention the name Luo in front of me! I swear on the name of my parents, you are dead, and even Silver Fox can't protect you."

"Okay Aunt Qing, don't worry, I won't say anything anymore."

She closed her eyes, her chest rose and fell, and she took several deep breaths before slowly calming down. She must have been quite angry at what I just said.

I thought to myself: "Heh...you are a big bastard, you call me a man, don't you think I'm a man? I'll make you mad, forget it, my Brother Tian just won't bite you."

"Qing, did the boss tell me where to find Song Laosan?"

She thought for a while and said: "I went to the local cultural relics market and asked about it, and they said they wanted to release the goods. Here in Luoyang, if high-level cultural relics want to flow out, they must go through Song San's warehouse. If you find the warehouse, you can find his place of stay.

"

This is true.

There is a sentence in the local newspaper that has been passed down to this day: "Antiques never leave the Song family."

Some people don't know "Song Qing", but when it comes to "Song Lao Da", everyone in the streets doesn't know it.

All good things can only be sold to the Song family warehouse at low prices. If someone doesn't follow the rules, the consequences will be serious.

It is rumored that there are several locations of this mysterious "Song Family Warehouse". It is said that even if the Luoyang Museum wants to expand its collection, it has to go to the Song Family Warehouse to select goods.

It’s so awesome. Doesn’t Henan have a treasure appraisal column? The line is: “Please take your collection and board the treasure platform.”

Mr. Song was watching TV at home, so he pointed and said, "Go and bring me the things on the treasure table at the number."

Why is "Song's Warehouse" so awesome? I'll be vague.

Because there are more than a dozen shareholders behind it.

The total dividends received by these people every year exceed 100 million every year.

You know, that was 2005.

A pack of cigarettes is only two and a half yuan.


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