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"Brother Hao, can you tell us what to do?"

Fan Yao and Qi Feng, who were sitting in the back row of the car, looked at each other suspiciously. Jiang Hao summoned the two of them into the car without saying a word, but never revealed what he was going to do from the beginning to the end. Itchy like a cat scratching.

"I didn't tell you, to make a lot of money." Jiang Hao smiled mysteriously.

"Earn a lot of money?" Qi Feng scratched his head suspiciously. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Jiang Hao's gourd, but he didn't bother to continue asking, anyway, he would know after a while.

"I made money, do I have a share?"

Fan Yao licked his face and looked at Jiang Hao with a flattering smile. He found that with Jiang Hao, making money was no different from picking up money. He had never seen Jiang Hao worry about money. He really couldn't guess. Tell me, how much is Jiang Hao worth!

"Of course, as long as you work hard, you won't be treated badly. The money you earn this time is enough for you to buy a villa in Ottoman, add a luxurious sports car, and take care of a few little girls. It won't be a problem." Jiang Hao smiled. Said.

"What business?" Fan Yao glanced at Jiang Hao warily, and muttered, "Could it be that you're pulling us to rob a bank?"

"Root a bank, can you do it?" Jiang Hao glanced contemptuously at Fan Yao, who shrank his head in fright, and promised, "Don't worry, it will definitely be faster than robbing a bank, and it's also very safe. A little bit dangerous."

"Is there really such a good thing in the world?"

Qi Feng also became interested. According to what Jiang Hao said, is it to pick up money?I am afraid that if you pick up money, you will not be able to pick up much money in a short period of time, let alone I have never heard that there is money waiting for someone to pick it up!

"I think it's a conspiracy." Fan Yao's eyes rolled wildly, feeling that this matter was too strange.

"Okay, then when the money is distributed, you won't have your share." Jiang Hao glanced at Fan Yao indifferently, and wanted to deprive Fan Yao of the right to distribute the money.

"I can't, as long as it's something that makes money, I'll do it, not to mention that it's not dangerous." Fan Yao gritted his teeth fiercely, and his eyes showed a tragic look of sacrificing his life for money.

"Get out of the car and go sell some sacks."

Jiang Hao drove a Rolls-Royce to the door of a department store, parked the car, turned to Qi Feng behind the car and added: "Go and buy a strong big bag."

"it is good."

Qi Feng was even more confused, but he believed that Jiang Hao's arrangement must be intentional, so he directly pulled the reluctant Fan Yao out of the car, picked four or five thick sacks in the department store according to Jiang Hao's requirements, and then Pay the money and get in the car with the new sack.

"Isn't it really to pick up money?"

Fan Yao looked at the brand-new sack, and his head was about to burst. After all, he still couldn't figure out why he needed to use sacks. The things done with this sack must not be of high grade. It really can be like what Brother Hao said. , earn so much money?It sounds like a lie.

"Mumble again, get out."

Jiang Hao glared at Fan Yao, who was rummaging through the sacks, and explained: "To be precise, you are not asked to pick up money, but to pick up trash. There is no skill in picking up trash. I am really afraid that it will be too difficult for you to do it. "

"I, Fan Yao, can't do anything." The shocked Fan Yao muttered resentfully.

"If you have a baby, you can't do it." Qi Feng suppressed a smile, took Fan Yao's words, and was immediately tortured by Fan Yao's eyes, but looking at his fist, Fan Yao immediately shrugged and lowered his head.

"Sleep." Fan Yao gave Qi Feng a boring look, folded his arms in front of his body, closed his eyes and began to rest. He had heard Jiang Hao talk about Qi Feng's drug addiction. People like Qi Feng If you get angry, you will dare to do anything, it is better not to provoke.

"Yeah?" Qi Feng was shocked when he saw the turning direction of Jiang Hao's car. He glanced at Jiang Hao who was seriously steering the steering wheel and practicing driving. His heart was shocked and he guessed: "Brother Hao, We won't be going to Song's house."

"Go to the Song family, Brother Hao, you are not afraid that the Song family will eat you up." Fan Yao opened his eyes, glanced out for confirmation, and found that he was indeed about to reach the gate of the Song family, and looked at it in admiration Jiang Hao, who didn't look nervous at all, praised: "Brother Hao is really brave. He broke the Song family to pieces, and he dared to come."

"I'm just driving by." Jiang Hao chuckled, showing a sly smile, and said in a commanding tone: "The task is very simple, that is, go to Song's house to collect waste products.

Of course, not all waste products are needed. I guess the broken tiles in the Song family storage have not been cleaned up yet. Your task is to buy the tiles without falling and put them in sacks and recite them. "

"what?"

Fan Yao and Qi Feng jumped up like cats that stepped on their tails, and their heads hit the roof of the car heavily. The two of them almost shed tears in pain. Fan Yao begged: "Boss, I will not fight for the money. The Song family is now They are all silent in anger, if I go to buy broken antiques at this time, the people of the Song family must think that we are here to see a joke, and they must break our legs."

"Oh, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with me." Jiang Hao put on a high-pitched attitude, coughed lightly, and comforted him: "People in the Song family don't know the two of you, so I let you two Come forward to buy the broken pieces.

Now you are not watching the Song family jokes, but to send charcoal to the Song family. Here is 1000 million, and all your acquisition funds are in it. If the acquisition is successful, I will give you a generous reward. "

"What if the Song family insists on not selling it?"

Broken antiques do affect the value of the antiques, but if the Song family insists on not selling the antiques, even if they give the money to the Song family, the Song family may find it difficult to accept it.

"Show this little book to the Song family, and they will definitely sell you the broken tiles." Jiang Hao handed the book to Qi Feng who looked puzzled.

"Isn't this the batch of fake cultural relics we made?"

Fan Yao recognized the picture above at a glance. They made a total of more than 5000 million fake antiques in the deep mountains of Huaining County. The cultural relics that were exactly the same as those stolen in the 1.28 case did not know where Jiang Hao got them. Batch of antiques, the remaining cultural relics are worth more than 1000 million fake antiques.

"Only relying on this, can it really be acquired?"

Qi Feng really couldn't see anything special about the antiques in the book, but he already believed it in his heart. According to his understanding, Jiang Hao never fought unprepared battles, and this time must be no exception. into the pocket.

"This... I think it will work." Fan Yao widened his eyes, grabbed the bank card in Jiang Hao's hand, and looked at Qi Feng. With the sack between his arms, he walked towards the Song family's compound with his head held high and his chest held high like a soldier rushing to the battlefield.

In the Song family's office, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. All the leaders of the Song family lowered their heads in frustration. The Song family suffered a major blow this time, so that they could not see any hope of salvation.

"Second Uncle, don't we have a good relationship with the leader? Could it be that the leader can't help this time? If the TV station is allowed to report, the Song family will really collapse." A person who looks quite similar to Song Hualiang, in a suit The straight middle-aged man felt that silence was not an option, so he was the first to ask questions in an anxious tone.

"Hmph, officials are the best at grasping the way of being an official. Didn't you hear the report on the TV station? They said that the Song family has not been exposed because someone is covering the Song family.

Think about it, if anyone comes out to help the Song family at this time, it will definitely be hard for them to protect themselves. Do you think those officials who only know how to collect money will sacrifice their future for the Song family? "

Song Yuanduan sat on the top seat, with unstoppable anger flickering in his cold eyes, and glanced at the empty chair next to Song Hualiang that should have belonged to Song Hualiang, and his anger burned even more.

"It is said that there are fingerprints of all members of our Song family on the antiques. We seem to have never touched the stolen cultural relics. How could there be our fingerprints?"

A thin, middle-aged man with a high nose bridge pushed the golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, and said slowly and dissatisfied: "Seinfeld caused all this, since he voluntarily admitted that he did it, it's okay Let him live in it, and let him pay for the mistakes he made."

"Song Zhaoting, when your son got into trouble, why did you favor him? My son Sein Fei got into trouble, and he has to bear it himself. Are we still a family?" Song Zhaohai glared angrily at Song Zhaoting, who had a high nose He gasped for breath.

"I suggest separating the family. Anyway, everyone has their own antique shop. Instead of being tied together and sinking to the bottom, it is better to separate and go alone. If something goes wrong, the whole army will not be wiped out, and the precious antiques accumulated by generations will be broken. Hey, what's this called!" Song Zhaoting and Song Zhaohai had a quarrel, it's true that they belonged to the same family, but he didn't like Seinfeld's behavior, so it was the right time to take the opportunity to propose a separation.

"Makes sense."

"If the family is separated, the competitiveness will be weak..."

Everyone in the conference hall started talking about it.

Snapped!

Song Yuan stared angrily at the Song family who were fighting among themselves, coughed violently, and directly slapped the high-value compensation documents signed with the auction house in the briefcase on the table, and looked at every one of him. The man swept across his face, trying to keep himself calm and said: "This time, the antiques sent to the auction house were... smashed before they were picked up.

According to the contract with the auction house, we have breached the contract this time and need to pay 6000 million in liquidated damages. "

"What? More than 5 million compensation" Song Yuan's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, causing all the members of the Song family who participated in the meeting to break the pot. They all stood up in surprise and looked at the signing materials of the auction house one by one. , Immediately after the waves of discussion, the roof of the meeting room was almost torn off.

The Song family is a big family, but all the accumulated funds are used to purchase antiques. It can be said that if you are short of money, as long as you sell the antiques, you will have liquidity immediately, but all the antiques were destroyed by Song Yuan in the storage warehouse. Yes, even though the calligraphy and painting scrolls on the wall were not implicated, even if all the calligraphy and painting were sold, it would be a drop in the bucket compared to the more than 5 million yuan in compensation.

Everyone was pale, as if all their strength had been sucked out, they sat limply on the chairs, staring at the roof with blank eyes, and a thought popped up in their minds at the same time: "The Song family is really going to end this time. !"