Chapter seven hundred and fortieth eyes on the buttocks
"Woo, no, this is a warehouse, no..."
While holding Zheng Yating's head, Young Master Tang turned off his own cell phone with the other hand, and then turned off Zheng Yating's cell phone...
However, as time passed by, Zheng Yating's voice of resistance became smaller and smaller, and she was about to lose control.
Young Master Tang was secretly proud that he would never be bothered by phone calls...
However, as the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Tang Dashao thought that he could succeed, but he didn't expect that no one would come in the warehouse...
The two of them were at a critical moment, and when Young Master Tang was just about to finish the job, a sound of footsteps came from outside the warehouse, which suddenly woke up the two of them who were immersed in love...
Zheng Yating even pushed Young Master Tang to the ground and straightened out the messy clothes...
Young Master Tang hates it, why is it that either the phone or the person is always against him...
The visitor came in quickly. Mr. Tang and Zheng Yating packed up in front of them, and the person had already entered the door...
"Mr. Tang, Miss, are you here? Haha, Mr. Tang is here to get something, right?"
The person who came was none other than Li Jun. Looking at Zheng Yating, who had a rosy complexion and slightly wrinkled clothes, he felt a little confused, but he didn't ask directly...
"Well, let me bring something." Mr. Tang nodded.
Sure enough, it’s good to be thick-skinned. Even though he was almost caught on live broadcast, Mr. Tang still remained calm...
"Miss, business is good today. Several rings and necklaces are sold out. I'm here to get some goods." Li Jun said to Zheng Yating.
"Okay, Uncle Li, take it. Tang Fei and I are here to pick up the things. You should be busy first."
Zheng Yating's blushing face did not dare to look directly at Li Jun, and left immediately after speaking. Young Master Tang was dumbfounded. How could he get so many things by himself?
You must know that when buying these things, three people took them away together...
"Mr. Tang, I will find someone to help you move these things later." Li Jun said with a smile.
Young Master Tang nodded when he heard this, but he still took the box containing the scroll with him when he left. From Young Master Tang's point of view, other things don't matter, but this thing can't be thrown away...
Returning to the door of Zheng Yating's manager's room again, Mr. Tang suddenly found that the door to the manager's room was locked. What does this mean...
"Tingting, open the door." Young Master Tang said outside the door.
"No!" Zheng Yating refused directly.
"What? Why?" Young Master Tang thought he heard wrongly...
"There are so many reasons. You are just a bad guy. Don't delay my work here." Zheng Yating said.
Zheng Yating leaned against the door, took a deep breath, shook her head, and was determined not to open the door. This guy was always messing around. It would be so embarrassing if Uncle Li discovered what happened in the warehouse just now...
Young Master Tang was speechless, did I delay your work?
However, what happened just now, well, it seemed like this...
"Well, if that's the case, then you work hard. I'm going to the capital tomorrow. It seems that the Myanmar public market is only a few days away." Tang Dashao said.
"Less than a week left..." Zheng Yating said.
"Well, I will go to the capital to see the old man and the old lady and then come back. Then we will go to Burma for public sale together." Young Master Tang nodded.
Young Master Tang turned around and left. Zheng Yating opened the door and looked at Young Master Tang leaving. She felt empty in her heart. Wouldn't this dead man just hold on a little longer?
Young Master Tang greeted Li Jun, helped him load all the things into the car, and left with a car full of things. As soon as the car arrived home, he saw Xue Feng...
"Boss, where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Xue Feng said.
"You've been waiting for me for a long time? Don't you know how to make a phone call? Waiting here stupidly..." Tang Dashao said, there are tools that you don't know how to use, are you still living in a primitive society?
"Boss, I'm telling you, your phone has been turned off. The phone I called you is almost out of battery. I wanted to ask Tingting where you are, but her phone is also turned off..." Xue Feng said depressedly.
Young Master Tang looked embarrassed when he heard this. Only then did he remember that in order to prevent others from disturbing his good deeds, he secretly turned off his and Zheng Yating's mobile phones when he was in the warehouse...
"Um, is your phone turned off? I didn't notice it. What do you want from me? You just happened to come over and help me move some things." Young Master Tang said.
"Boss, didn't you say that if you memorize all the acupuncture points and meridians, you can learn higher mental methods? I have completely memorized them. In order to memorize this, I went to a hospital to follow an old Chinese doctor.
One month..." Xue Feng said.
"Higher skills, um, I understand, come and help me move these things away first." Young Master Tang opened the trunk, which was full of various unopened express packages...
"What is this? It's quite heavy." Xue Feng picked up an express box and said.
Young Master Tang glanced at it, and suddenly felt a little surprised. This guy can also pick. Although the box is not big, it contains the Buddha's head. It is carved from stone. Is it not heavy...
"They are all good things. Let me show you my treasure house today." Young Master Tang said with a smile.
"Treasure house? It contains all the treasures you missed, boss, right?" Xue Feng's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.
He knew the source of the wealth that Mr. Tang earned tens of billions in a year. It consisted of three parts: gambling on stones, picking up leaks, and gambling...
Of course, now he knows that his boss's net worth is actually far more than tens of billions. He heard from Wang Jun that there are cultural relics worth no less than tens of billions stored somewhere in the world, let alone the additional net worth.
"It's not all cultural relics. There are other things. Help me move them in first." Young Master Tang said.
"Okay, boss, after you finish moving the things, would you like to teach me more advanced mental techniques?" Xue Feng said with eyes shining.
"Well, I'll teach you, move it quickly." Young Master Tang smiled.
Everything was packed in express boxes. What was originally carried by three people, now two people each stacked several boxes, and everything was emptied.
Arriving at his treasure room, Mr. Tang first verified his fingerprints, then entered a complex password, and then the door to the treasure room opened.
"You're finally here, please give me some spiritual energy..." As soon as he opened the door to the treasure room, Crystal Skull couldn't wait for the spiritual energy...
Without saying a word, Mr. Tang shot out a stream of spiritual energy from his right hand and went straight into the crystal skull. The crystal skull seemed to be full and burped with satisfaction...
As soon as Xue Feng entered the treasure room, he heard a whining sound, like a sinister wind, which made Xue Feng shiver...
"Boss, what is this sound? It sounds weird..."
"What kind of noise can there be? It's a dehumidifier. It scares you. Look at how timid you are..." Tang Da said disdainfully.
"Uh, boss, can you blame me? I've never been here before, so I didn't know there was a dehumidifier in here. That whining sound, don't you think it's similar to a horror movie?" Wuyou Novel Network does not skip words.
.Xue Fengdao.
When Xue Feng said this, Young Master Tang listened attentively and felt that it really looked like...
"Okay, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. Get out of the way and I'll turn on the light." Young Master Tang said depressedly.
Turning on the light, the originally dark secret room was filled with light, which also calmed down Xue Feng's pounding heart...
"Boss, this secret room of yours is not small. It really looks like it." Xue Feng looked carefully and saw many shelves, labels, stones piled in one corner, and even several boxes.
liquor……
"Haha, you can take a look at it. I'll dismantle these things first." Young Master Tang said with a smile.
"Let me help you." Xue Feng said.
"No, you go and take a look." Young Master Tang shook his head and said, it's better to do this by yourself. If this guy breaks something carelessly, he won't be able to say anything...
Xue Feng nodded when he heard the words, no longer forced, and allowed Mr. Tang to unpack the package alone, and looked at it privately. Not everyone has the opportunity to visit the treasure room of a billionaire...
""Nine Peaks of Snow", author Huang Gongwang? Who is this person? I've never heard of it."
""100 Beautiful Pictures"" is written by Tang Yin. Tang Yin, this name seems very familiar. Wait, isn't Tang Yin the same as Tang Bohu? Last year's "Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance" starring Zhou Xingxing is a classic work. This picture should be worth a lot of money.
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"Crystal skull? I have seen this thing before."
"Nine Dragon Sword? Alas..."
He had seen this sword a long time ago, but it was in the hands of Xiang Yulin at that time. But now, things have changed, and Xiang Yulin still went to see the King of Hell. There is no way to say who is right or wrong in this matter.
Can you say that fate should be like this...
"This sword has a very strange shape. A giant sword? Oujizi lock-forged? Are you kidding me? It's a fake..."
Even if Xue Feng doesn't understand, he still knows who Ou Zhizi is. He was a casting master in the pre-Qin era. Even though he doesn't pay much attention to antiques, these characters will be mentioned in some movies and TV works that he occasionally sees. They have been deified.
How come there are works appearing here...
"This sword is very short, a fish intestine sword? Damn it, is it real or fake? Is this the fish intestine sword? Was it also forged by Ou Zhizi?"
Xue Feng shook his head and slowly looked at the things here one by one, while Mr. Tang slowly unpacked these things and sorted them into categories.
The scroll remained untouched for the time being. After all, Xue Feng was here and he couldn't blatantly tear off the upper layer of disguise.
After finishing all the things and putting them on a separate shelf, Mr. Tang clapped his hands, looked at Xue Feng, who was still looking at things as if he was bent over, and said, "How was your visit?"
"It's okay, but boss, I have a question for you..." Xue Feng stood up and said.
"What's the problem?" Young Master Tang asked curiously.
"How many fakes do you have here? After all, we are also a tens of billionaires. How much will the price drop if we put fakes in the room?" Xue Feng said.
Fake?
Are you kidding me? How can there be fakes here? Your eyes are on your butt...