Tiandi Red Packet Group

Chapter 102
"Young Master Qin."

"Zhuge Ming helped you complete all the formalities, right?"

"That's right. That idiot didn't call the police. He really parachuted to the capital and got the documents in two hours. I heard that he was stabbed in the face by a tree-shaped cactus when he parachuted to the office."

"Okay. Let's start the operation of the casino as soon as possible."

Look at the rampage.

If Qin Feng hadn't asked Jing Haoming to make a threatening phone call to Zhuge Ming, would he have honestly followed his will?
The most important thing now is the ancient tomb.

Of course, on the underworld side, Qin Feng was more involved.

After all, there is Qin Feng's existing resource pool.

"Boss. Are you there?"

Turning on the phone, Qin Feng saw that in the Jifu red envelope group, many people in the Jifu driver group were complaining about parking too often and not driving enough, so Niutou poked him privately.

"You are ten kilometers away, build a station, and let all the little ghosts around go to the station to take the bus."

Qin Feng answered directly.

Afterwards, he used his mobile phone to open Baidu Encyclopedia's explanation and construction process of the station, and sent Niu a hair over it.

Niutou looked at it for a long time, but did not reply.

He thought to himself that the era of modernization of the underworld will soon come.

Once the station system is established, the prefectural buses will be in full circulation, and the entire project will come to an end.

"Boss. What did you send me?"

"The station."

"What is a station? If the car stands still, is it a station?"

"That's a rollover. The station is where you wait for the bus..."

At first, I thought that Niu Tau could understand the concept of the station and its construction model by pointing at the words, but the other party's words were shocking.

After searching so much information, I still haven't said anything.

After tossing for a while, Qin Feng, like a teacher, defined the station according to Baidu Encyclopedia, adding his own unique simplifications and insights, and explained it to Niutou wonderfully.

"understand?"

"understood."

Niutou finally gave an answer.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Qin Feng knew why his elementary school teacher said that you are a cow.

Yes, not pigs, cows are stupider.

Now that it made sense, Qin Feng didn't waste time.

But in order to express his concern for the boss who drove the bus for him in the underworld, Qin Feng still sent a red envelope to the group.

"thank you boss."

"thank you boss."

"Thank you boss 1"

"Thank you boss 2"

Unexpectedly, 26 bags and [-] Yinde were sold out within a few seconds.

The king of luck is the gentle Tang Bohu.

He stole [-] Yinde points.

Later Song Jiang, Dong Yong, Yang Guo, Qiao Feng, Cheng Yaojin, Yu Chigong, Tang Bohu, Qin Guan, Yang Guo, Zhou Zhiruo...

A series of martial arts masters, literati.

If it is not sure that this is true, Qin Feng will feel that this is an imitation show.

Tang Bohu: The boss gave out red envelopes today, I'm so lucky!
Qin Guan: Regardless of what you say or do, at least draw a picture for the boss.

Tang Bohu: I want to paint. I have been thinking about it for thousands of years, but apart from fire paper, there is no rice paper, brush and ink in the underworld, so how can I paint.

Qin Guan: All right.

Qin Feng looked at the chat records of Genetics, and his brain opened.

Isn't their idea of ​​chatting with Tang Bohu the same as before when they wanted Tang Bohu to compose poems for him?
When there is an idea, there must be an action. Qin Feng saw the gap and said: "@唐伟虎, I will prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for you. How long will it take you to draw a masterpiece?"

"Boss, as long as you give me the paper, I can draw a masterpiece right away."

"Is this true?"

"No lie."

As Tang Bohu said, he was full of ambition.

He has a backlog of inspiration for nearly a thousand years, and the opportunity to explode again, a painting is bound to be at hand.

What about Qin Feng?
He was so happy that he rushed out of the house in a hurry to buy a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

However, after a few steps, he stopped.

If the pen, ink, paper and inkstone I bought are not good, wouldn't it be a waste of Tang Bohu's masterpiece?
"Hello. Ouyang Zhenhua, where are you?"

"Young Master Qin. My old man, I'm working as a coolie for them when I'm talking to the old man." Ouyang Zhenhua's voice on the phone seemed to be struggling.

Work as a coolie?
"What coolie?"

"They've come to the antique market, who has the better vision between the two, and they're competing."

"Are you at the antique market?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay. Wait for me and go over right away."

It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, the old man of the Ouyang family is in the antique market.

It is absolutely top-notch to let their seasoned shareholders help to choose rice paper.

Driving the car, Qin Feng drifted all the way. The absolute speed attracted the attention of all the traffic policemen on the side of the road. At the same time, he even blew off the hats of several girls.

Finally, he parked in the parking lot of the antique market.

In front of a century-old store, two old men with gray beards blowing their beards and staring at a painting.

Beside them stood Ouyang Zhenhua, holding scrolls of various colors in both hands, which looked like expensive slides.

There are ancient and modern ones.

After watching for a while, an old man started to take pictures.

Another old man rushed over.

"That's what I saw first."

"Obviously I saw it first."

"Ouyang Jing, they are all young people, don't force me to do it."

"Do it? I'm afraid you will do it. Come if you have the ability. It's been decades. When have you ever won? Sooner or later, your Ouyang family will be wiped out."

Zhuge Yun and Ouyang Jing were pulling the two ends of a painting.

The owner of the antique shop looked at it very distressed.

This painting is a famous painting. If the two old men refuse to admit it, they will lose at least hundreds of thousands, but it will be broken.

"Easy. Ease, dads."

"What's the matter? I bought this painting for 100 million yuan."

"One million? You only paid one million for such a good painting?"

"First come, first served, you don't care how much I pay."

The boss said something.

Zhuge Yun and Ouyang Jing snarled directly.

The boss was overwhelmed by the price offered, while looking at these two old men who were like old urchins, Ouyang Zhenhua frowned.

Zhuge Yun and Ouyang Jing have been fighting since birth.

Ouyang's family said that they are the sun in the east, but what about Zhuge Yun?
It just doesn't want gold or silver, and a word "cloud" was removed from the name to cover Ouyang's family.

So, two people have always been like this.

Don't look at the two of them scrambling for paintings. In fact, they are fighting over the development rights of the abandoned factory in the western suburbs of Hero City.

The rule of the game is to buy paintings first.

Finally, show it to the experts, whoever has the highest valuation wins.

"The painting belongs to the boss, and I have 500 million. Boss, are you selling it to him or to me?"

"I'll pay 1000 million."

"2000."

"One hundred million."

"I do not want it."

Blowing his beard and staring, Ouyang Jing, who was extremely angry, let go and gave the painting to Zhuge Yun.

After snatching the painting, Zhuge Yun also threw it away and said, "I don't bother to ask for things you don't want. This kind of rubbish is too dirty to wipe your ass."

"Go. Grandson, follow me to the front."

Throw Zhuge Yun a supercilious look.

Ouyang Jing spread his hands and said to Ouyang Zhenhua very calmly.

Zhuge Yun also walked away dismissively.

The owner of the antique shop is pitiful, the 100 million agreed just now has already made him very happy, and the next 1000 million will make him even better.

At 2000 million, he went straight to the sky.

One hundred million, he felt like he was floating in the sky.

However, when the two of them threw away the painting and gave it up, he fell directly into the underworld, and all his beautiful fantasies were in vain.

(End of this chapter)