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Chapter 777

When Han Xuan saw one of the few friends he could get to know, his mind didn't turn around for a while.

When I remembered Natalie Portman's agent, her mother was the one who was the one who was the one who was in, she smiled and said, "Call your mother in, and wait for me here if I have time.

Are you hungry? My life secretary went to buy lunch for us. There should be a few more servings and we can eat some together."

Around about two kilometers away from him, Chen Yutong gasped, pressed her abdomen with one hand, and walked forward shakingly.

He muttered to himself: "Mystery, build such a big park in the city.

Bastard, how can you sell food?

I'm so cheating."

Natalie looked back at the long queue and blinked and said, "I have already got the signature. I won't bother you. I'll play with you when I have time. I have your phone number."

"Okay, please say hello to your mother on my behalf."

"Even if she doesn't say it, she won't blame you. She likes you and even surpasses me."

Natalie's tone was jealous and shook her hand out: "I've left, from morning to now, I've been standing for a few hours. I'm going to go back to the hotel to take a nap."

After she went out, Owen and Du Ersha put another young man with light red hair, acne marks on his face, and was a young man with a young man with a small red hair.

Han Xuanneng smelled the smell of reporters from him.

Other reporters have also sneaked in before. No matter what the purpose is, as long as they bring books, they should not drive people out.

He said directly: "Ask, I will only answer you one question."

The other party heard his colleagues talk about this rule, but he didn't delay it. He put the World of Warcraft that he bought for $350 in front of him and asked: "I want to know your next writing plan, do you plan to continue writing a subsequent series of novels, or write a new book?"

"New Book Bar, I want to write a novel about the universe and interstellar war recently."

Han Xuan walked around the paper with a pen a few times and replied: "There is another biography that is what I have experienced over the past few years. I will write this first."

Hurry up big news!

The reporter clenched his fists hard to express his excitement, lamenting that the more than 300 dollars spent was really worth it!

He picked up the book and ran out without looking back, shouting that he had signed the name. Who was willing to exchange it, but no one paid attention to him. They wanted to have a close contact with Han Xuan...

A press conference will be held until 2:15 pm.

Rubbing his wrists, Han Xuan thought that he would never be held again next time, so he pushed Anya who was sleeping on the table and said, "Wake up, we're leaving."

"Um?

oh."

Anya looked so sleepy that she stood up and walked out.

"Wait." Han Xuan grabbed her, sucked a piece of paper to wipe her face, and said with a funny look: "Idiot, you're drooling."

“I dreamed of eating pudding.”

"I'll take you there if you want to eat."

"No, I've eaten in my dream and I'm full." She said seriously.

Han Xuan: “…”

"Boss, Mr. Noah has called you and asked you to reply to him when you have time. I saw that you were busy, so I didn't tell you." Dawson opened the notepad and reminded.

The old man's antique buyer came to him, but it was only because of one thing. Han Xuan wanted to call him back from his cell phone, took Anya's hand and walked out. After answering, he said, "Mr. Noah, good news?"

“Haha, you guessed it right!

I'm in Boston now, you're in New York, right? I'll drive to find you..."

Before going to Germany and the Maldives, Noah sold skull fossils of Emperor Crocodile and snail amber fossils from more than 100 million years ago to Han Xuan.

At that time, Han Xuan asked him to help search for beast heads all over the world. A few months later, news finally came, and he asked happily: "So, how much should I prepare for you?"

"You have to spend money this time, Han.

Three million dollars!”

The agreed acquisition price is one million US dollars per.

No matter how much Noah bought it, Han Xuan would buy it from him for one million US dollars per beast head. The extra one was considered to be a reward for him to find and provide some.

The afternoon is waiting to pass.

Sitting with Anya in the cafe across the street from the library, watching people come to buy their own books.

After the lights on the Empire State Building, a dark green Jaguar sedan with dusty bodies stopped downstairs.

Noah got off the car in a long beige windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat, took out three silver square boxes from the rear compartment and struggled to hold them.

I looked at the cafe sign again and found that the name was correct, so I went upstairs from the small iron gate in the alley.

The cafe was empty, and Han Xuan and Anya were sitting by the window, Dawson and Chen Yutong, the two secretary, were sitting at the other table, staring at each other.

It’s not that he insisted on booking a room, but that Han Xuan wouldn’t think of being quiet if someone else was there, as they would always disturb him.

The cafe owner spent one afternoon to make a profit of five days. He didn't care about the complaints of old customers and drove them out. When he saw Noah appear, he said, "Sorry, it won't open today.

Please come here tomorrow as compensation, and you will get 10% off on drinks and pastries in the store in the next three days.”

Noah raised his right hand to attract Han Xuan's attention and said to the cafe owner: "I'm here to find him, we know him."

Jason, it's me! Noah!"

He skillfully put down the box and opened his hands, asked Jason to check if he had any weapons on his back. Seeing Owen open the box, he reminded him: "Be careful, don't break your boss's things."

"I know, but how do I open it?" Owen broke it hard, his face turned red.

Noah said speechlessly: "Pull the bezel up"

Soon after.

Han Xuan wore white gloves, carefully took out the things in the box and placed them on the wooden table.

Under the light red light, the three red bronze beast heads, tiger head, cow head and monkey head, are arranged in a row.

It looks the same material as the horse head in the house, and the broken mouth has traces left by sawing, which does not look like it is new.

Having no research on identifying antiques, and no expert who knows bronze ware was found for a while. Han Xuan asked Noah and said, "Can you guarantee it is true?"

"Look at what you said, I never sell fake things to customers, and no one dares to lie to you.

A few years ago, something was wrong with the calligraphy and paintings I sold to your grandfather. The next day, I paid Zhang Daqian a piece of "Love Hen Lake" to him, and he confiscated a penny. I, Noah, do business, and the reputation is the most important.

Besides, no one is willing to fake these things.”

Han Xuan thought it was right. Now that the beast head is not worth much, who would spend that effort to make things without a market?

My fingers stroked the cow's head, which had bumps and scratches on it. It was great that the old thing from more than two hundred years ago could be preserved like this.

I think when it was placed in the fountain of Haiyantang, the Western craftsman Lang Shining, the royal ministers and even the princess, who cast it, had touched it like this.

"Where are other beast leaders? Is there any news?"

Han Xuan waved and asked Anya to sit beside her, asking Noah to sit down and say... (~^~)

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Chapter completed!
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