A treasure-appraisal maniac

Fu Yuliang almost cried when Lu Fei said he had to apply it five times.

After one try, I was almost exhausted to death. After five times, would I still be alive?

This damn rag Fei is trying to kill himself!

Fu Yuliang originally planned to throw the rake directly, but after thinking about it, he felt that it couldn't be done.

He knew Lu Fei's temper very well, and if he wanted to leave, it would definitely not be a joke.

If Lu Fei left, the coffin would not be opened, and Guan Laosan would not be able to explain it either. .??.

Therefore, he could only accept his fate.

At this time, Fu Yuliang's intestines turned green with regret.

In order to get this quota last night, he had a red-faced argument with Fatty and Zhang Yanhe. As the host, he was "honored" to get the quota.

But he knew this was the case, so he shouldn't be doing this job even if he was beaten to death!

Isn't this just bad luck?

Why! !

Fu Yu sighed in conscience, but he could only continue playing with Gao Meng for the second time.

Gao Meng is in the prime of life and has a strong body.

It stands to reason that his work efficiency is at least ten times that of the bad old man Fu Yuliang.

But this guy was not active at all and kept staring at Fu Yuliang from the corner of his eye.

Fu Yuliang brushed it, and then he brushed it, ensuring that he would not steal Mr. Fu's limelight.

Fu Yuliang was so angry that he thought that this must be what that bitch from Baoshao Fei told him.

This turtle grandson definitely did it on purpose.

Damn it, I’m so angry.

"Ahem!"

"Mr. Fu, you didn't brush evenly, you need to brush a few more times!" Gao Meng reminded.

"puff."

ah! !

I am so angry!

I finally finished the second brushing, three hours later.

Throwing away the brush, Fu Yuliang collapsed to the ground like a dead man, unable to lift his arms.

"Baolanfei, it's already one o'clock, it's time for lunch." Fu Yuliang said angrily.