The photographer looked at Wesley next to him, hesitated for a long time, and finally said stutteringly.
"Wesley, that thing should belong to someone else's temple. Isn't it bad to just take it like this?"
"What's not so good? Let me tell you, this thing belongs to human civilization! I took it out to present it to the museum so that people all over the world can see it! What I did is a good thing!"
Wesley was playing with a beautiful octagonal stone. On the front of the stone, there was an emerald green snake carved on it.
He didn't know if the temple was a thousand years old, but the murals should be thousands of years old.
In other words, the stone in his hand is a thousand-year-old artifact!
Thousand-year-old antiques may not necessarily be valuable.
Material, appearance, fame, creator, story background, etc., these are all the basis for determining whether an antique is valuable.
Although the temple is a thousand-year-old temple, its reputation is not outstanding. The stone was placed directly on the mural outside the temple, so the possibility of being valuable is very small.
But just because it’s not valuable doesn’t mean it’s worthless.
How much fame can I gain if I dedicate a thousand-year-old artifact to a museum?
Wesley's heart was extremely hot.
Yes, this stone may not be valuable, but the title of Millennium Antiquities is worth it!
With this name, he can get a lot of attention immediately if he hypes it up appropriately.
For him, a TV host, attention means money and status!
It can be said that whether he can become a young man in the future depends entirely on this stone!
"Eisen, you didn't even take the shot of me taking this stone, right?"
Wesley said sadly.
"No, no, how dare I."
Photographer Eisen shook his head quickly.
"That's good! Don't worry, when I give this stone to the museum, you will benefit from it!"
Wesley patted Eisen on the shoulder grandly.
after?
When he becomes famous, who will care about this hot chick!
"I see."
Eisen responded timidly.
Although he felt that with Wesley's character, it was unlikely that he would benefit from it, but what if it happened?
Wesley glanced at Aisen with satisfaction. Although Aisen was a hottie, he was still an honest man!
Not being able to resist, not daring to resist, this was what satisfied him most about Aisen.
"careful!"
Eisen suddenly braked hard.
"Ouch!"
Wesley was instantly hit hard. Without saying a word, Wesley slapped Aisen.
"What's wrong with you? You don't want to do it anymore, do you?"
Aisen didn't dare to resist and said quickly.
"No, no, no, yes"
"What is it?"
"There's someone in front of me."
"Is there anyone?"
Wesley turned his head and saw a person blocking their way, and his brows immediately frowned.
"Are you really sick? Don't drag us along even if you want to die! Get out of here! Don't even think about taking a ride!"
The friendship between the American people is based on certain conditions.
For example, for Wesley.
If the person blocking the road is a beautiful girl with a Hollywood dream, he will very 'friendly' agree to the ride request and provide 'accommodation' service for her dream.
As for the handsome Asian man in front of me
Wesley always believed that boys should go through more hardships for their dreams, and he was willing to provide them.
Wesley would even be happy to provide more hardships if he wasn't in a hurry to get back to work with the rocks in his hands.
"A ride? No, I'm not here for a ride."
"Not for a ride? Then get out of here!"
Wesley cursed loudly.
He, Wesley, a rising TV star host, has no time to care about what happened to you!
"I came here for a stone."
"Stone?"
Wesley's heart tightened.
"What are the rocks? There are a lot of rocks on the ground over there. You can pick them up yourself! Get out of my way now, do you hear me?"
He had a fierce look on his face.
"It seems that I didn't explain it very clearly. What I'm looking for is an octagonal stone with a green snake pattern carved on the front."
Photographer Eisen's expression changed and he whispered.
"Wesley, my master is chasing me out! Return that stone to me quickly!"
Snap!
Wesley slapped Eisen on the head.
"Are you a fool? Even if that stone belongs to someone else, it still belongs to the temple. Is that guy a monk?"
Eisen was stunned for a moment and looked at the person in front of him.
Um.
Has hair.
Not a monk.
What Wesley said seems to make sense?
"I don't know what stone you are talking about, roll it away quickly, do you hear me? Keep pestering me, haha!"
Wesley sneered and took out a gun. As a location host running around, and in a country like the United States, how could he not bring a tough guy with him?
"Did you see it? This is a real guy! If you don't leave, believe it or not, I will shoot you in the head!"
"Can't we have a good chat? We have to fight."
Fang Mu shook his head.
"Huh! Are you scared? Then get out of here!"
Wesley raised his head arrogantly.
Those who didn't know better thought he was a gang boss.
"Look into my eyes."
An erratic voice suddenly reached his ears.
Wesley was furious.
"You don't understand well."
His eyes suddenly became dull.
"Now, put the gun down."
"good."
Wesley put the gun down.
"Give me that stone."
Unknowingly, Fang Mu had arrived next to Wesley.
"good."
Wesley was like a puppet, directly taking out the rising thing that he regarded as a treasure.
But the moment he handed it over, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly started to struggle.
"Stones, museums, famous hosts"
"What a hassle!"
Fang Mu frowned slightly.
His level of hypnosis is quite good due to several high-level martial arts, but after all, he has not been specially refined. It is enough for ordinary times, but when it comes to important things, it pales in comparison.
He looked at the end of the road and his eyes flashed slightly.
"Cannot use extraordinary power!"
Turn around.
he said again.
"I am the curator of the museum. You just need to leave the stone in my hands."
"Museum director?"
As soon as Wesley's struggling expression relaxed, he was about to hand the stone to Fang Mu.
"~"
Photographer Eisen subconsciously opened his mouth to say something.
But before he could speak, a cold gaze shot towards him, and he immediately lowered his head like a quail.
He is just an ordinary photographer.
No one organized it, and the snake charm fell into Fang Mu's hands smoothly.
"You found the legendary skill, do you want to absorb it?"