? Fang Piaopiao happily took off a long piece. Tang Guobin took it and put it on the blade of the knife. He blew it with his mouth and the long piece was cut into two pieces silently.
"Haha! What a knife, it'll cut off the hair." Tang Guobin was so happy that he held up the knife and laughed wildly. A Luo, who was sitting next to him, subconsciously moved his direction. If he accidentally stabbed him, it would be terrible.
It's hard, so stay away to be safe.
Xu Qing looked around, found a screwdriver, and threw it to Tang Guobin with a smile: "Try to see if you can cut it off."
Tang Guobin took the screwdriver and slashed it with his knife with great enthusiasm. Tsk! The blade flashed past and the screwdriver broke into two pieces.
"Haha! The sword made by the little devil is really good. I'll compare it with your dagger when I get back." Tang Guobin was a little carried away and actually wanted to compete with Long Yuan Sword.
"Pull it down! I won't do anything that contradicts itself. If I break one, I'll be in trouble." Xu Qing curled his lips disdainfully and said, "You can give it back to me if you don't want it. You don't have to be too poor."
Tang Guobin immediately sheathed the knife and held it in his arms: "Go away, I want to take back what I gave to my brother, and I don't even have a window."
Xu Qing smiled and said: "Put it away. Just keep this thing for yourself and play with it. Don't take it out in the future."
Tang Guobin smiled and said: "I won't sell this knife no matter how much it costs. I'll just buy a big safe and put it in the head office when I return home!"
Ever since he saw the Long Yuan Sword, Young Master Tang had dreamed of getting an ancient weapon, preferably a sword that could cut iron as well as clay. Unexpectedly, he got his wish today. Although it was a Japanese sword, it was a prestigious one after all.
A precious sword, and an ancient sword at that.
The Sang family's three Volga led the way, and soon the car stopped at the entrance of the Strand Hotel. This is one of the few five-star hotels in Yangon, and naturally there is a valet parking service.
As soon as you get out of the car and flip the key, a valet will come over to serve you. Although money is not everything these days, it is difficult to move without money.
Immediately after entering the hotel, a waiter came over and led everyone into the private room they had reserved. It was a large and luxurious room. The Sang family and his son plus the six from Xu Qing's side, there were only eight people in total, and there was still room for one table.
Sandon sat down and waved his hand, and the waiter immediately distributed the menus printed in Chinese, Burmese and English to six people, including Aloa Leopard.
Xu Qing looked through the menu, not to mention that there was a dish called Steamed Feilong. He pointed out: "Two portions of this, another fried pakang, orchid bear's paw..."
This kid alone ordered six dishes, and the rest of the people each ordered one dish. On the contrary, Sangden smiled and ordered more than ten dishes in a row, and also ordered two bottles of Burmese wine. Guo Sangkun only ordered
He ordered some bamboo tube wine. In fact, he saw that Xu Qing liked drinking bamboo tube wine, so he ordered it specifically.
Sanden took out several documents and a bank card from his briefcase and placed them in front of Xu Qing and said: "The 30% equity of the new mine is yours after you sign these two contracts, and there is also a
It’s a Swiss bank card that contains the money for winning bids. You can call and set up a password.”
Xu Qing took a casual look at the contract. It had Chinese and Burmese characters on it. Sanden's name had already been signed at the signature place. As long as his name was added, the contract would take effect immediately. As for the details, he didn't bother to look at them. There were dozens of them.
If you have believed me for hundreds of millions of euros, do you still care about these half-sold, half-given things?
Guo Sangkun handed over a pen at the right time. Xu Qing picked up the pen and quickly signed his name, took out his wallet and put his bank card in it.
Thornden picked up the contract, took a look at it, and put one copy into his briefcase: "I'll keep one copy, and you keep the other copy. The proceeds will be transferred to your bank account on time at the end of December every year."
Xu Qing picked up the contract and handed it directly to Meng Shicheng and said: "Brother Meng, keep it for me."
Meng Shicheng took the contract and read it over. It clearly stated that Xu Qing owned 30% of the net profit income of the mine every year, and the remaining 70% belonged to the Sang family. The contract was very formal, and there were no strings attached.
Literally, Xu Qing took advantage of it, because it only stated that the investment had been paid, and did not specify the amount.
The food and drinks were quickly served. Xu Qing looked at the dishes on the table, but none of them looked like a flying dragon. There were steamed tortoises and steamed wild pigeons, but the steamed flying dragon didn't even have any scales. He felt a little puzzled and muttered in a low voice.
: "A five-star hotel is just as cheating! I ordered two steamed Fei Long Daqing and it really went viral..."
When Sanden heard this, he stretched out his chopsticks, picked up half of the pigeon, put it into Xu Qing's bowl, and said with a smile: "Here, try this."
㊣(4) Xu Qing didn't even bother to use chopsticks. He just grabbed the protruding leg bone with his hands and gnawed on it. The wild pigeon meat was steamed quite well. It was fragrant and smooth in the mouth. The only drawback was that it was missing.
"What?" Xu Qing held pigeon leg meat in his mouth and looked at Meng Shicheng with a puzzled expression. Do they call pigeons "flying dragons" in Myanmar?
Meng Shicheng slowly took a piece of chicken to his wife and said with a smile: "Feilong is also called hazel chicken. It is not a specialty of Myanmar. It is found in the north of the country. The meat is white and delicious, and it is best for making soup or steaming."
Xu Qing suddenly realized that after a while, the flying dragon was still a bird. Just now he had guessed that these things were probably loaches and eels, but he never expected that they were actually two 'wild pigeons'.
Tang Guobin also knew which dish the Steamed Feilong was referring to, but he deliberately didn't say it, leaving Xu Qing to guess for a long time.
"Feilong is hazel chicken? If I had known this, I wouldn't have ordered it. It's not as good as the domestic steamed chicken with lotus leaves..." Xu Qing muttered in a low voice while picking up a fried pakang and stuffing it into his mouth.
Tang Guobin couldn't help laughing and said: "You are just a cow chewing peonies. A wild flying dragon bird can probably stand up to a hundred old hens."
Xu Qing was stunned and said in surprise: "Then the half I just ate is equivalent to fifty old hens? This is too expensive!"
It is true that wild flying dragon birds are valuable, but artificially bred ones are much cheaper. You can buy one for only a few dozen yuan. In China, frozen ones only cost about fifteen yuan, and they can also be eaten on the dining tables of ordinary people.
However, the one Xu Qing ate was a serious wild flying dragon. The price of one was more than a hundred old hens. After all, this was a non-star hotel, and cabbage could be sold for the price of meat.
Tang Guobin saw that this boy thought it was expensive after he had eaten it, so he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said: "Please, are you a promising boy? With your wealth, you can make a living on a flying dragon."
This guy made a net profit of more than three billion euros for half a dollar of Biaowang. He is tired of eating Feilong every time. Now it is too expensive for him to be a freeloader? I really can't help but despise him.