After leaving the sight of Uncle Ying and others, Wang Xu did not return directly. Instead, he first found Master Qian, and then went to the cave where the zombies were.
Arriving at the entrance of the cave, Wang Xu was immediately shocked.
The cave is still the same cave, but there is an old yellow dog squatting at the door. It is lying quietly in front of the cave entrance, sleeping listlessly.
"Old Huang!" Wang Xu barked, and the old yellow dog immediately pricked up its ears and ran up after seeing him, wagging its tail.
"Why are you here?" Wang Xu squatted on the ground and rubbed the old yellow dog's ears.
The old yellow dog couldn't speak, he just licked his hand happily, his tail wagging like a windmill.
Wang Xu looked at the entrance of the cave, then in the direction of Renjia Town, and whispered: "They say dogs have the best noses. Did you follow my scent and find your way here?"
"Woof woof..." The old yellow dog barked twice in a low voice, as if in reply.
Wang Xu frowned slightly, looked at the old yellow dog's appearance, and asked doubtfully: "You can't understand what I'm saying, can you?"
When the old yellow dog saw Wang Xu looking at it, he happily rushed up to lick his face.
Wang Xu pushed it away in disgust, thinking that he was overthinking it. How could a dog understand human speech?
"Be good, I will take you to a good place later." Wang Xu touched the dog's head, raised his legs and walked towards the entrance of the cave, and began to carry the big rocks blocking the entrance.
When the old yellow dog saw his movements, he got up from the ground in a hurry, biting his trouser leg to prevent him from doing this, and tried hard to pull him back.
After trying twice, seeing that Wang Xu was unmoved, the old yellow dog stood in front of the stone and barked loudly, and the hair on his body exploded.
"Don't make trouble, the zombies here are our own." Wang Xu scolded the old yellow dog and pushed away the big stone blocking the road.
At first sight, the zombie had already come out of the coffin. When he saw Wang Xu, he jumped up kindly.
"Ouch!" Seeing the zombies appear, the old yellow dog hid behind Wang Xu with his tail between his legs.
Wang Xu shook his head repeatedly. Didn't he say that dogs can protect their owners? What's the situation of hiding behind him?
"Hungry, hungry..." The zombie is connected to Wang Xu's mind. Its low intelligence allows it to communicate simply and keep repeating that it is hungry.
Wang Xu was already prepared for this. He pointed to the coffin in the cave and said, "Lie in and I'll let you have a big meal later."
The zombie was unmoved, looking at the old yellow dog with salivation, rubbing the nails of his hands constantly.
Wang Xu shook his head, pointed to the coffin again, and said in a more serious tone: "You can't eat this, lie back down!"
The zombie reluctantly lay back in the coffin. Even if Wang Xu closed the coffin lid, it scratched the coffin lid with its nails to express its dissatisfaction.
When the old yellow dog saw that the zombie had returned to the coffin, he immediately stopped wagging his tail and begged for mercy. The dog took advantage of the crowd and rushed forward, barking loudly, as if it was the one who drove the zombie back.
"Stop barking!" Wang Xu scolded, lifted the coffin with one hand, picked up the old yellow dog with the other, and opened his own portal.
Wow!!
One step away and you are in two worlds.
Wang Xu's portal is connected to Hyundai, and its location is in the office of the car wash.
"Go down..." Returning to reality, Wang Xu let go and threw the old yellow dog to the ground, and then placed the coffin on the desk.
In reality, it was noon at this time, and the sun shone in and fell on the coffin. Suddenly, a burst of black mist rose, and the zombies scratched the coffin lid even more crazily.
"Don't make any noise!"
Wang Xu took two quick steps and closed the curtains in the office to prevent the sunlight from entering.
Without the burning of the sun, the zombie in the coffin stopped making noises. It only expressed hunger intermittently, urging Wang Xu to get food for it quickly.
Wang Xu looked at the coffin, then at the old yellow dog, picked up the phone and dialed: "Walter, go and find a way to get me some blood bags. Yes, they are medical blood bags. Any blood type will do, no need.
If you ask why, you can steal it, rob it, or buy it with money. I'll give you an hour. By the way, bring back two more steaks, and ask for the larger ones."
Wang Xu hung up the phone and moved his neck slightly.
It's better to be modern, just call if you need something, it's convenient and fast.
An hour later, Walter came back.
Because of chemotherapy, his hair had been shaved off, leaving only a shiny bald head, which made him look a bit more tough.
"Boss, what you want." Walter handed over two bags, and then whispered: "Boss, the person you wanted to pick up from China, he, he refused."
"What?" Wang Xu raised his head slightly and asked, "Why?"
"Saul said that the man named Zhou Qiang is very satisfied with his life and is unwilling to leave his hometown." Walter shrugged and said truthfully.
Wang Xu nodded slightly. He took Zhou Qiang here because he promised not to forget each other even if we are rich or noble.
Since Zhou Qiang doesn't want to come, then forget it, after all, forceful melons are not sweet.
"Is there anything else?" Wang Xu came back to his senses and found that Walter had not left, but was looking at him hesitantly.
Walter nodded slightly and whispered: "Christie's auction house has expressed its willingness to undertake the auction of the twelve Van Gogh paintings you want to auction. If you are willing to hand over these paintings to them for auction, Christie's promises to only charge 100%.
Three-thirds of the handling fee, and we will help you with free publicity.”
Wang Xu thought for a moment, but did not agree immediately, but asked: "What about the quotations from other auction houses?"
"Several large auction houses all quoted 4%. The medium-sized auction houses promised not to charge handling fees, but their connections are not enough to complete such a grand event. After all, these are twelve works of Van Gogh. The total amount
It will exceed one billion U.S. dollars." Walter investigated very carefully and explained the advantages and disadvantages of all parties.
Wang Xu nodded slightly. The handling fees of large auction houses are high, but they have enough contacts to attract rich people from all over the world.
Small and medium-sized auction houses do not charge handling fees and would rather lose money to make a profit, but their connections are limited.
A large auction house can sell a painting for US$100 million, while a small and medium-sized auction house may only sell it for US$80 million.
In comparison, large auction houses have high handling fees and high selling prices, so he earns more.
A small auction house just makes a lot of money per book. Without enough rich people to support it, it can't command sky-high prices. In the end, it will make less money.
"Leave it to Christie's. You can communicate with them more about this. There will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future." Wang Xu made the final decision and entered the office with two bags in hand.
Walter took a surprised look, as if he saw a coffin in the room, but when he wanted to confirm, Wang Xu had already closed the door.
"time to eat!"
Wang Xu closed the door and opened two bags.
One bag contains medical blood bags. There are twelve bags, each with a large capacity of 800 ml.
The other bag contained steaks. Wang Xu looked at it and found that it had the words "Brothers Fried Chicken" written on it. He thought that when the fried chicken restaurant stopped doing its business, it actually started a steak business.
"Steak, yours..." Wang Xu took out the steak and gave it to the old yellow dog on the ground.
After doing all this, he opened a corner of the coffin and stuffed a blood bag into it: "This is yours, don't scatter it everywhere!"
A pair of furry hands reached out from the coffin, grabbed the blood bag, and quickly retracted it into the coffin, followed by a sound like sucking yogurt.