first marriage

"Blake, you know! If this dress is good, it will definitely not be at this price in ten years." Smith said bitterly.

Blake slipped his foot and almost sat on the ground.

$500 billion?

Didn't this... kill him?

Half an hour later, Smith sat in the car on the return journey.

"Mr. Smith, your loss this time is really not small!" It was Smith's confidant lawyer who spoke.

Smith pressed his hands on his unconscious leg and let out a "hum", expressing his agreement with the words of his confidant lawyer.

"However..." the lawyer showed a sly smile, leaned closer to Smith's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You really have the foresight to hide the real product at home and sell the counterfeit product for auction! Otherwise, such a thing will happen! Tsk tsk...but it's a pity! In this way, I'm afraid I won't be able to see that precious emperor's clothes for the rest of my life!"

Smith showed a cunning smile, "This is exactly what I want. As a businessman, I hope this wedding dress can satisfy my desire for money. But as a collector, I am reluctant to give it to others!"

The lawyer smiled "hehe", "Now, don't you have both minds? The fake ones were burned, and the real ones were perfectly preserved in your secret room."

Smith just smiled.

The lawyer said, "Tsk tsk... I almost suspect that this sophisticated destruction case was planned by you yourself!"

Smith smiled, and the smile on his face suddenly cooled down.

He said, "No! Give me a call to Bob."

Bob is the butler in the Smith estate, the only servant who has the password to enter the warehouse of the Smith Collection.

The lawyer dialed Bob, Smith answered the phone, and heard Bob's voice with a slightly big tongue, "Hello, Mr. Smith, are you having a good time in London?"

Smith frowned, "Bob, are you drinking again?"

Bob didn't care much, "I just drank a little." He struggled to give Smith on the other end of the phone, "brandy three centimeters deep."

Smith didn't bother to pay attention to him, "Go quickly to my collection warehouse now and see if the imperial suit is there."

Bob was puzzled, "Sir, didn't you take that suit to England?" He pouted, "God, your memory is worse than mine!"

Hearing Bob's tone, Smith knew that this person was drinking... definitely not brandy three centimeters deep. If not, Bob would never have dared to speak to him in this tone.

Smith had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still said calmly, "Bob, don't make me say it a second time! Go and see right now, is that imperial wedding dress still in my warehouse?"

Bob muttered a few words, not knowing what kind of mentality his master had, so he had to reluctantly put down the wine bottle, unlock all the code locks, and walk into Smith's underground collection warehouse.

All the collections and treasures here are preserved with the most professional and advanced technology. Even after hundreds of years, there will be no corruption or deterioration. Smith probably does more meticulously than ordinary museums in this regard. .After all, everything here is hard-won and priceless.

Bob went to the big glass window where the emperor's wedding dress had been hung before, took a look, then smiled, and muttered, "I just said, he took this emperor's wedding dress to England!"