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Chapter 142

The secret military base of US imperialism in Southeast Asia.

Since the failure to steal Zheng He's bones, this group of genetic warriors has not taken any action again. However, half an hour ago, they received an order from China, asking them to get rid of an ancient bronze sword that will be auctioned by Christie's three days later. in hand.

Therefore, Tang De once again summoned all his men to the metal room.

After looking around with sharp eyes, Tang De said slowly, "After the mission failed last time, the higher-ups were very dissatisfied. Now, a new order has come from the higher-ups, let us get a bronze dagger... If this mission fails, We will definitely be punished, so we must complete the task no matter what!"

"General, please give an order! With our strength, we can rush into the Christie's auction house and take away the bronze dagger!" Captain Ryan suggested.

"Idiot! You're the Heavenly Soul of Huaxia, you're living for nothing! Now that the capital is under martial law, if our brigade shows up, we will definitely be surrounded and suppressed by them!" Tang De scolded coldly.

"Then what should we do?" Ryan asked a little frustrated.

"In order to cooperate with our mission, a business investigation group will be sent from China, and they will enter the auction site through formal channels and let them conduct the auction. It would be best if we can get the bronze dagger through the auction. If not, we can only Let's snatch it! Therefore, we have to arrange two people to enter the business group and wait for the opportunity."

Yuli, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised her head and said solemnly, "Tang De, I hope that I will be one of the two places!"

While speaking, a nasty figure flashed in her mind. She still hasn't understood why he can see through her invisibility.

"Yuli, you can't go!" Tang De refused without hesitation. Although Yuli was arrested and escaped, her identity must have been exposed, and it is not appropriate to send her again.

"Tang De, I beg you! This time, I will definitely complete the task!" Yuli begged.

"No!" Tang De said firmly.

"Tang De, even if you don't agree, I will go!" Yuli said excitedly.

Facing the wayward Yuli, Tang De was a little helpless, and said in a relaxed tone: "Miss Yuli, please stop being willful? If this mission fails, we will all be punished. I hope you put the overall situation first!"

"Tang De, you don't have to threaten me with the punishment from above, I will go anyway! You can't stop me!" Yuli stood up angrily, and strode out of the meeting room. She wanted to take revenge on that nasty guy. Let him know that she, Yuli, is not so easy to offend.

Dongshan Province, Tangling County, Dongfangjia.

Since Dongfang Ying and his senior brothers and sisters went to kill Qin Feng last time and returned with serious injuries, Dongfang Long, the Patriarch of the Dongfang family, temporarily stopped thinking about killing Qin Feng.

Because Qin Feng's strength has surpassed the tolerance of the secular world, unless he can invite the masters of the Kunlun Sect, he will not be able to kill him. Underground, a group of members of the direct line moved out of the ancestral house and scattered to various places.

Ever since Dongfang Shuo founded the Dongfang family, the Dongfang family has never been in such a mess. Dongfanglong was very aggrieved by this humiliation, and vowed to make Qin Feng look good sooner or later.

He thought he would have to wait a long time for this opportunity, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

The second son, Dongfangying, who had returned to Kunlun to recuperate, sent news yesterday that his elder brother Nalan Lengyun would visit Dongfang's house today.

It is said that Nalan Lengyun is the number one master of the younger generation of the Kunlun School. He has already reached the pinnacle of a sixth-grade life master at the age of forty, and his strength has surpassed some elders.

Therefore, he summoned all the direct descendants of the Dongfang family back to prepare for the arrival of Nalan Lengyun.

"If you can ask Nalan Lengyun to take action! Killing Qin Feng is still easy!"

Thinking of this, Dongfang Longgujing's heart was inevitably turbulent.

In the evening, a bright light flashed in the sky, and then, four people appeared out of thin air in the courtyard of Dongfang's house. Seeing this, Dongfang Long strode up to meet him and greeted one of them, a young man in a milky white Taoist robe. Bowed and bowed, "Dongfang Long has met Mr. Nalan!"

"Uncle Dongfang, you're welcome! Please get up quickly!" Nalan Lengyun lifted Dongfang Long up with a flick of his hand, with a modest and gentle smile on his face.

"The child has seen the father!"

"Leng Feng has seen Uncle Dongfang!"

"Leng Ruo has seen Uncle Dongfang!"

The other three came forward to salute, namely Dongfang Ying, Nalan Lengfeng and Nalan Lengruo.

"Leng Feng, Leng Ruo, you are too polite, I can't bear it, please get up, and Ying'er, you too!" Dongfang Long said hastily.

After exchanging pleasantries, Dongfang Long invited the three brothers and sisters Nalan Lengyun to the living room and ordered someone to bring the banquet.

After thirty days of wine and five flavors of food, Nalan Lengyun smiled and said, "Uncle Dongfang, this time Leng Yun came here to ask for something, and please uncle can help!"

Hearing this, Dongfang Long was overjoyed, and laughed loudly: "Haha! Mr. Nalan is too polite, since you are Ying'er's elder brother, we are a family, if there is anything I need, just tell me, old man Never refuse!"

Nalan Lengyun smiled slightly: "Just wait for Uncle's words! Three days later, Christie's will hold an auction in Kyoto. I hope Uncle can help me buy an ancient bronze sword!"

"Such trivial matters, of course no problem!" Dongfang Long agreed immediately. The Dongfang family has existed on the land of China for thousands of years. The sword is just a drop in the bucket.

"Then thank you, Uncle Dongfang, my nephew would like to offer you a toast!" Nalan Lengyun raised his cup with a smile.

"Don't dare, dare not!" Dongfang Long said again and again.

Kyoto.

Qin Feng sent Murong Yan'er to the Hilton Hotel and wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear her obsession, so he had to go shopping with her.

Qin Feng originally wanted to take her to the amusement park or climb the Great Wall, but he didn't expect that the latter would not be interested and suggested to visit Panjiayuan.

Speaking of Panjiayuan, almost everyone who collects antiques knows that Qin Feng worked in a jewelry company before, so naturally he has heard of Panjiayuan, but he has never had the opportunity to see it.

Since Murong Yan'er wants to go, he can just go and see it. Don't forget, his supernatural power has the ability to distinguish antiques, so maybe he can find some treasures.

So, the two took a taxi and went straight to Panjiayuan.

This taxi driver was an uncle, and he was very good at talking. When he knew they were going to Panjiayuan, he chatted with them and warned them that it was best not to make a move easily, otherwise the possibility of being slaughtered was very high.

Qin Feng had also heard such rumors that the owners of Panjiayuan's stalls were more vocal than Hua Shao, the host of Good Voice.

Many outsiders and foreigners have suffered countless losses there without knowing it. However, Panjiayuan has a lot of fakes and imitations, but there are also real ones. It depends on whether you have the vision.

To put it bluntly, when playing antiques, the first thing to play is knowledge, and the second is to play with eyesight.

Of course, Qin Feng has divine power, so he can tell if it is an antique or not.

Different from the high-rise buildings outside, Panjiayuan is full of low-rise buildings. There are all kinds of antiques and porcelain on both sides of the street, which is directly dazzling.

Murong Yan'er was in high spirits, picked up various things to play with from time to time, and bargained with the stall owner from time to time, but the strange thing was that after walking around for more than an hour, she didn't buy any of them.

"Qin Feng, what do you think of this bracelet?" Murong Yan'er picked up an amethyst bracelet and asked Qin Feng.

"It's pretty!" Qin Feng smiled, and with a glance, he knew that this amethyst bracelet was made of low-grade crystals, and it was worth several hundred yuan at most.

"Really? Then I bought it! Boss, how much is this?"

The boss smiled and said, "The little girl has good eyesight. She picked the best bracelet on my booth right away. This bracelet has a lot of history...!"

Listening to the boss talking, but not talking about the price, Murong Yan'er was a little upset, "Boss, can you just tell me how much it is? I've heard words like yours more than ten times."

The boss was a middle-aged man, but he didn't blush at all. He smiled and raised five fingers.

"Five yuan?" Murong Yan'er asked.

Hearing this, the boss swayed for a while and almost fell off the stool, "Girl, you are too good at bargaining! I said [-]!"

Qin Feng on the side heard the words and thought to himself, "This guy really dares to ask for a price!"

He was about to remind Murong Yan'er, but unexpectedly she shouted first:

"Fifty thousand...you think I'm Kaizi! Apart from being pretty, this bracelet of yours is made of low-grade crystal. The real price is no more than two hundred. In this way, it's not easy for you to practice. I'll give you two Will Baisi sell it or not?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng knew that his worries were unnecessary, and he forgot that this girl is the president of a jewelry company, so he still has the ability to distinguish.

"Miss, it seems that you are a person who knows the goods, okay, you can take the two hundred and four!" The boss said straightforwardly.

I walked around with Murong Yan'er for a while, during which she didn't make another move. Suddenly, Qin Feng's eyes moved and landed on a certain booth, because he found a special kind of fluctuation emanating from a knife coin.

"Let's go over there and have a look!"

While speaking, Qin Feng stepped to the booth, but his eyes fell on a gold-plated Buddha statue. He picked it up and played with it for a while and asked, "How do you sell this?"

"One hundred thousand!" The old stall owner said bluntly.

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Damn it, the stall owner of Panjiayuan is so virtuous! Don't be afraid to scare people away by shouting!"

"I said, old man, your golden Buddha is just plated with gold, isn't one hundred thousand a bit high?"

"Really! Eighty thousand!"

"You!" Qin Feng almost choked to death.

"Old man, let me tell you the truth. The old man in my family believes in Buddhism. I can't afford golden Buddha or jade Buddha. Your gold-plated Buddha has eyes, so you can quote a real price. If it suits me I just bought it, and if you continue to exaggerate the price, I will have to leave!"

"Then [-]! It's auspicious!" The old stall owner saw that Qin Feng really wanted to buy it, but he quoted a price that was not much higher than the real price.

"Twelve thousand is still a bit high! How about this, I like to collect knife coins. If you let me choose ten or eight of your pair of knife coins, I will buy them!"

The elderly stall owner glanced at the pile of knife coins with a lot of copper and green. There are a total of 1 knife coins in this pile. He spent [-] yuan to collect them from a villager. They were all picked out by him and sold, and the rest were worthless scrap coins, and the real price of this gold-plated Buddha was no more than seven thousand, and even twelve thousand could make a lot of money, so he nodded, "Okay, then Let you pick five!"

"Then I won't be polite!" Qin Feng was secretly happy, grabbed the five knives and the gold-plated Buddha, and paid the money very simply.

(End of this chapter)