Chapter 392: Xiaobao's new cousin is like (2 more)
After hanging up the phone, Tang Xiaobao looked up and saw Wanru staring at him with wide eyes. When he saw him looking over, Wanru's face turned red and he lowered his head, but couldn't help but raise his head and asked curiously: "Brother Tang,
Are you going to do antique business?”
"I picked up some blue and white porcelain vases last time and planned to sell them."
"Ah, blue and white porcelain? Produced by official kilns in the Song Dynasty? That's really expensive, but isn't fifty million too much?"
Tang Xiaobao laughed and said: "When you meet a big stupid guy, a rich man, he doesn't care about this little money."
"Brother Tang doesn't care about money either," Wan Ru said.
Tang Xiaobao was ashamed and smiled: "It's useless to leave it alone, so I sold it for cash. In fact, I really don't have much money. I have only lived for less than twenty-two years in total, and I have only been cultivating for a few months."
Things, so I’m really short of money.”
"How many months?" Wan Ru swallowed his saliva and was speechless. He couldn't believe it. How many months could he cultivate to this level? It was simply a fantasy.
She didn't ask this question again because she didn't believe it at all, and said, "If Brother Tang is really short of money, you can ask the sect to get it. The leader has said that you have the right to control the sect's resources."
You should have said this earlier!
It was okay not to say it, but the more Tang Xiaobao talked about it, the more heartbroken he became.
But he couldn't admit it, he had to pretend to be indifferent, waved his hands, and said generously: "No merit, no merit, those are from your sect, keep them, I want to make money, it's actually very simple.
"
While talking, Tang Xiaobao stood up, moved the things in the room, and moved the tables and chairs.
Wan Ru asked curiously: "Brother Tang, what are you going to do? Who do you want to compete with?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaobao almost fell to the ground.
You are so capable, where do you start talking about this?
Is Brother Tang such a militant person?
If things can be solved with money, others don't need to persuade others... Oh, but Tang Xiaobao, on the other hand, if problems can be solved with fists, there is absolutely no need for money.
He is so confident.
"Take out the blue and white porcelain and sell it. By the way, you can't tell anyone about our relationship. Let me remind you again that you are my distant cousin and I am your cousin. You give in."
Tang Xiaobao put his hands in front of him, and a blue and white porcelain vase appeared out of thin air in his hands. He carefully placed it on the ground. This was fifty million, so it must not be broken.
Stretching out his hands again, a blue and white porcelain vase appeared in the sky again...
So again and again...
There are already a lot of blue and white porcelain vases on the ground.
Clapping his hands, Tang Xiaobao laughed loudly: "I counted, there are twenty in total, yo yo yo, one to five makes five, two to five to ten, three to five, three to five is too difficult... Oh, how many is this, in total
It’s one billion, like, right?”
Tang Xiaobao turned his head.
His eyes were wide open and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"Brother Tang, how come you have so many blue and white porcelains? Are they not fakes?"
Tang Xiaobao was ashamed: "There's something wrong with my brain. What kind of fakes are I making? These are authentic royal treasures. Be careful not to damage them."
Fatty Zhu and the manager brought the food in with several waiters. The manager was shocked, but he left without saying anything.
"No more?" Fatty Zhu was calm and a little confused.
Tang Xiaobao glared: "Why don't you want it? I have found a buyer and will come to buy the goods soon."
Fatty Zhu curled his lips: "You think this is Chinese cabbage, and why are you here to buy it? If you want to sell them one by one, you have to find an auction company, and then you can sell them for money. Each one is estimated to fetch more than 20 million.
But if you offer so much this time, it’s probably not easy to speculate on the price, so you need to be strategic..."
"Have you finished speaking?"
Tang Xiaobao said: "I have found a buyer. Each one is 50 million, and others have agreed to take as much as they want."
"Who is so stupid?"
"The guy we had dinner with last time was Zhao Haiyang."
"Oh, that's fine, you guys eat, I don't care." Fatty Zhu waved his hands indifferently.
Tang Xiaobao greeted Wong and sat down. The latter ate very elegantly. He took a bite and chewed a few times, then his eyes changed. He suddenly raised his head and said to Tang Xiaobao: "It's delicious."
"Hehe, of course. This is cooked by the God of Cookery himself. It must be delicious. Why don't you think about staying?"
"No." Wanru's attitude was still so firm, and she was a little unhappy.
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to stay, you won't stay. Come, come, eat. I will often take you here to eat in the future. You don't have to spend money. If you don't eat, you won't eat." Tang Xiaobao said with a smile.
Like:……
Not long after the two of them had eaten, Zhao Haiyang hurried over.
Because of Tang Xiaobao's relationship, the manager did not stop him.
As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Haiyang shouted: "Damn, brother, you are so unjust. You promised to leave some for me, stop, stop, don't eat these anymore, I haven't had lunch yet."
While talking, Zhao Haiyang sat down by himself and started eating quickly.
After taking a few bites, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He looked up, as if he had just seen Wanru, and stared at her for a few times, then turned to ask Tang Xiaobao: "Is it your girlfriend again?"
again?
Tang Xiaobao almost yelled, he doesn't seem to have a girlfriend yet.
This is ruining his reputation.
Sure enough, Wanru glanced at Tang Xiaobao with a strange expression, but said nothing.
"Don't talk nonsense, my cousin, Bai Wanru, will live in Yanjing for the time being, and I have to take care of her in the future." Tang Xiaobao said with a smile.
Zhao Haiyang patted his chest and promised: "Never mind that you are not his cousin. The person he asked me to take care of must not have anything to say, right? From now on in Yanjing, you will follow your example. If anyone dares to say anything bad about you,
, just say that you are my cousin, Zhao Haiyang, and I guarantee that no one will dare to do anything to you. Hey, if nothing else, my old Zhao’s fists are invincible in Yanjing. I am not bragging...
"
Tang Xiaobao coughed several times.
"Of course, he is an exception. He is number one in Yanjing and I am number two. Oh, that's not right. We are in the middle of the pack."
"You still want to be shameless? Why don't we fight again later? Oh, no, my cousin can easily kill you." Tang Xiaobao curled his lips.
Zhao Haiyang was startled and looked at Wanru: "You know martial arts?"
"I've been practicing since I was a child." Wan Ru smiled slightly.
She only regarded Zhao Haiyang's words as bragging.
Being between brothers with Brother Tang, isn't this bragging? And bragging goes to the heavens.
She had seen Tang Xiaobao take action with her own eyes.
Is the Ghost Sword powerful enough?
A famous figure in the world of martial arts, he has killed countless people and is a master among masters.
In Brother Tang's hands, he was instantly killed with one move.
Of course, in front of Tang Xiaobao, she seemed to know that she was too weak, as if she were in heaven and on earth. But except for Tang Xiaobao, she was not afraid of anyone in the world.
Zhao Haiyang?
She is confident that she can win in ten moves.
That's not a desperate effort. If you really have to fight for your life, five moves are enough.
Zhao Haiyang refused to accept it and was doubtful. (To be continued)