Zhao Tianyu drove Luo Hao, Situ Kong, and Yun Lingfeng out of the Dragon Cave and headed to the residence of Ma Mingchen, the last descendant of the "Thousand Hands Sect".
The Warrior Jeep with military badges on it walked along the narrow alley and finally stopped in front of an alley.
At the entrance of the alley, an old man over fifty years old set up a used bookstall to sell books. The books sold at the bookstall include the comic book "Books and Swords of Enmity", Liang Yusheng, Gu Long, Jin Yong's martial arts, and Ni Kuang's "Wesley"
” series of science fiction, there are also monthly magazines such as “Reader”, “Zhiyin”, and “Youth Digest”.
These books are quite old, especially the martial arts works by Jin Yong, which were published by Sanlian Bookstore in the 1990s.
Although these books are a bit old, it can be seen that the owner of the books has taken good care of them, and the covers of the books are not damaged at all.
Luo Hao picked up a copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", flipped through it, and asked the old man who seemed to be dozing off with his eyes narrowed: "Uncle, how do you sell this?"
Without raising his eyelids, the old man stretched out his palm and replied: "Five hundred and one volumes, no bargaining!"
Luo Hao was really shocked when he heard the old man's price. Even if it was some years ago, it would not be enough to sell 501 copies.
Five hundred and one volume, four volumes is two thousand! Two thousand yuan is enough for Luo Hao to go online and move the entire set of Jin Yong home.
Luo Hao gently put the book in his hand back to its original position, stood up and followed Zhao Tianyu into the alley.
After walking for almost a hundred meters, Zhao Tianyu stopped in front of the closed vermilion door and said to Luo Hao and Situ Kong, "We're here."
"Ma Mingchen lives here?!" Luo Hao looked at the courtyard in front of him and looked very surprised. "Since Ma Mingchen has such a property in his hand, he wouldn't have gone to the construction site to do odd jobs for his master's medical expenses. As long as
He set a price and I believe many people will be willing to buy it.”
In the capital, a courtyard house like this one that Luo Hao saw before his eyes was worth tens of millions, which was comparable to a high-end villa, and it was still priceless.
Situ Kong looked at the courtyard and said: "This courtyard should be the legacy left by the 'Thousand Hands Gate'. It was passed down from Ouyang Yu to Ma Mingchen. For Ma Mingchen, guarding this courtyard is equivalent to guarding the 'Thousand Hands Gate'."
"Door," so no matter how poor he is, and no matter what price others ask, Ma Mingchen will never sell this courtyard house."
Just when Zhao Tianyu was about to knock on the door, a man in his thirties, wearing a black suit and with hair gel on his head, walked towards the courtyard door with a briefcase in his hand.
Behind this man was a foreigner wearing a windbreaker and looking very impressive.
When the man in a suit passed by Zhao Tianyu, he glanced at Zhao Tianyu, Luo Hao, and Situ Kong, and then he didn't pay much attention. He walked straight to the vermilion door, slapped the door hard, and shouted: "
Ma Mingchen! Open the door quickly! Ma Mingchen!"
The man in the suit filmed for a while, and finally someone opened the door; however, the person who opened the door was not Ma Mingchen, but a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. The little girl frowned and looked at the man in the suit outside the door and said, "Why?"
you again?"
The man in a suit looked into the courtyard. After finding that there was no one else in the courtyard, he asked the little girl standing at the door: "Ma Xintong, where is your father?"
The little girl called "Ma Xintong" at the door frowned and said with an unhappy look: "He's not here!"
"Mr. Robert said that he wants this courtyard house with a total price of 30 million." The man in the suit pointed to the foreigner who was following him, took out an agreed contract from his briefcase and handed it to Ma Xintong.
Said: "Give this contract to your father and ask your father to sign it, and you can get a check of 30 million!"
Ma Xintong snatched the contract from the man in the suit, threw it on him, glared at him and said: "My father said that this courtyard house will not be sold, so don't waste your efforts anymore!"
The man in a suit picked up the contract, glared at Ma Xintong, and said fiercely: "Mr. Robert is bound to get this courtyard house. Your father has to sell it whether he sells it or not!"
Zhao Tianyu stretched out his hand to stop the man in the suit, looked at him, and said coldly: "In the capital, when did it become a foreigner's turn to dictate?"
"Who are you?" The man in the suit glanced at Zhao Tianyu and asked, "What is your relationship with Ma Mingchen?"
"Who are you?" Zhao Tianyu asked without answering.
"I am the gold medal salesperson of Taifei Real Estate Agency. My name is Bao Ju." The man in the suit replied.
Asshole!?
Hearing the man in the suit introduce himself, Luo Hao, Situ Kong, and Yun Lingfeng immediately laughed out loud, and even Zhao Tianyu couldn't help laughing.
Seeing the expressions on the faces of Zhao Tianyu, Luo Hao, Situ Kong, and Yun Lingfeng, Bao Ju knew what they were thinking, and said angrily: "It's the abalone's abalone, the thousand-mile horse's horse, not what you think."
'Asshole'!"
"Mr. Bao, since the owner here has no intention of selling this courtyard house, isn't what you are doing now a forced purchase and sale?" Zhao Tianyu looked at Bao Ju coldly and said.
"Since this matter has nothing to do with you, you'd better not meddle in other people's business." Bao Ju warned Zhao Tianyu: "This Mr. Robert is the general manager of Dior Men's Wear in China. You can't afford to offend him!"
"Can't afford it?"
Yun Lingfeng snorted coldly and said: "Not to mention the regional general manager of Dior Men's Wear, even the CEO of Dior would not dare to say this to me easily."
Yun Lingfeng walked directly to Robert and said to him directly in French: "Disappear from me now."
"Who are you?" Robert asked with a frown, obviously dissatisfied with Yun Lingfeng's commanding tone.
"Arctic Wolf!" Yun Lingfeng replied.
Yun Lingfeng believed that if the Robert in front of him really came from the French Dior headquarters, he must have heard of this name.
"'Dragon's Teeth', Arctic Wolf!?"
Robert's reaction was as shocking and surprising as Yun Lingfeng expected. Just as Yun Lingfeng said to Yang Xiaoting at the beginning, the influence of the three words "Arctic Wolf" is no weaker than that of the mayor of Bordeaux.
"This courtyard house won't be sold, no matter how much money you pay, do you understand?" Yun Lingfeng said to Robert.
Robert nodded hurriedly, grabbed a handful of Bao Ju, and hurriedly walked out of the alley.
"Robert!"
Yun Lingfeng stopped Robert, who was leaving in a hurry, and said to him in Chinese: "Remember, the land under your feet is called 'China'! Here, it is not your turn to point fingers!"