When Uncle Chang Sheng heard this, he was completely stunned.
He didn't know that this was the latest script arranged by Ye Chen for Zhang Ermao, so he could only explain palely and innocently: "Boss, I'm really not a scoundrel..."
"Stop talking." Zhang Ermao waved his hand and said impatiently: "To tell you the truth, I asked him to quote three million, just to use this price to find out. Anyone who really understands antiques will hear this.
The quotation is absolutely outrageous, and only plainclothes thugs who want to dig up clues will agree to it and then take the opportunity to find more clues."
Having said this, Zhang Ermao said again: "But let me tell you, this trick of yours will not work with me!"
Chang Shengbo felt for a moment that he was really speechless.
He really didn't expect that the other party's offer of three million turned out to be this intention.
Combined with Chang Shengbo's previous speculation that these people were a group that specialized in robbing tombs and selling stolen antiques, he believed Zhang Ermao's words even more.
Because he feels that if this kind of criminal gang can survive, it must be very cautious and cunning, and there are countless counter-investigation methods. When they go to the airport to pick up Hong Kong businessmen, they are also afraid of being taken advantage of by undercovers, and they use some small tricks to distinguish the true identity.
False affirmation is also necessary.
Combined with the overall more rigorous and cautious organizational structure of the Po Qing Society, Chang Shengbo almost had no doubts about Zhang Ermao's performance.
The more this happened, the more he was afraid that Zhang Ermao would misunderstand him, so he quickly said with a complacent smile: "Boss, you have really misunderstood me. I am not a thunder child. I really want to buy something good that I like..."
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"Okay, okay." Zhang Ermao said perfunctorily: "Whatever you say is fine. If you like good things, right? If you like, just stroll around the antique street and buy more. Don't delay my business."
Seeing that Zhang Ermao didn't listen to his explanation and even wanted to drive people away, Chang Shengbo was extremely angry and wanted to slap Zhang Ermao to death here.
If that doesn't work, you can just grab the lightning strike wood!
However, he gave up these two thoughts almost instantly.
Because he knew very well his mission in coming to Jinling this time.
Killing the An family and waiting for Ye Changying's son to show up was the death order given to him by the British master.
When I arrived in Jinling, I should have started working on how to complete the task without stopping, but I got off the plane and went straight to the antique street. This was already disobeying the holy order and treason.
If this causes any more trouble, if the news reaches the ears of the British Master, he will have no way to defend himself.
Therefore, Chang Shengbo could only suppress the anger in his heart and said to Zhang Ermao in an almost pleading tone: "Brother, you really misunderstood me. If you don't believe me, just give me your bank account number."
, I will directly transfer three million to you! The Leizi you are talking about will not really use three million to buy your antiques, right?"
"Then who knows." Zhang Ermao curled his lips and said: "It's not like I haven't encountered fishing law enforcement before. What's the use of giving me the money? If you are really a thief, this money is the mission funds, and you don't need it yourself.
Once I collect the money, I will be convicted of illegal reselling of antiques. When the time comes, you will flash your police badge and handcuff your hands and take them back to me, and you will get a lot of the money you gave me.
If I take it back, I won’t get any money by then, and I will have to spend three to five years in jail crying behind bars, so what do I want?”
"You...why can't you get enough of it?" Changsheng Bo stamped his feet anxiously.
He never expected that this Ermao would be so cautious, even a little too cautious.
Moreover, no matter what he said, he didn't believe it. He didn't believe it when he said he wanted to give him money. This was completely denying him the chance to mediate!
He was so angry that he cursed in his heart: "Damn it, if the law didn't care, I would have pulled your kid's head off long ago!"