"Where did this thing come from?" Yang Nairu asked curiously.

"Fengtang and the others." Mr. Mei hesitated for a moment, but said directly, "If they want to cooperate with Baolian, they will naturally do what they want. As you can see, Baolian likes this very much."

"Don't you like it?" Duanmu Baolian asked curiously.

"I like them too, but I like new things more." Mr. Mei said honestly. He likes antiques and only thinks about making money. He has never really fallen in love with something.

However, it seems that Duanmu Baolian is obsessed with certain things. For example, Song Huizong's paintings are very lethal to her, and she seems to have no ability to resist at all.

And this ancient seal and the green sandalwood treasure box were both suitable for her, and she liked them very much, and she couldn't bear to let them go.

"If it belongs to them, it seems that the possibility of forgery is really low." Yang Nairu frowned slightly. The purpose of his visit today was for Feng Tang.

Mr. Mei told him about Fengtang and the others. Many people in Jinling knew about this man, but many people expressed that they were helpless.

Feng Tang lived in Jinling and lived a life of eating and waiting to die. He did nothing but occasionally went out for a walk. In fact, the chance of him going out accidentally was very low.

Yang Nairu didn't want anything uncontrollable to happen within his jurisdiction, so he kept a close eye on Fengtang.

But all these years, he has followed the rules honestly, he is more honest than anyone else, he will not run a red light when driving, and he will not even say a bad word, let alone quarrel with others.

But this time, they took action, and their target was Jinmeifang.

Regarding Jinmeifang, Yang Nairu was also a little helpless. He knew the details of Mr. Mei - Mr. Mei was also an interesting person, at least he would never break certain rules.

For things like the Mo family, as long as they don't go out of their way, even if the Mo family goes bankrupt, it will never have any impact. Anyway, there are many such rich people. If one of them is thrown out, another one will rise. So, how does Mr. Mei want to fix it?

It doesn't matter. In the final analysis, this is just a business war. Even if some of the methods are not aboveboard, it has nothing to do with him.

In this world, there is always a gray bottom line that cannot be bright - as long as they do not cross that gray underground and completely fall into darkness, he is not willing to care about it. Sometimes, he is even very willing to provide them with a little convenience.

He even used his own power to cover up for them.

The world needs prosperity, prosperity, and development, but it also needs relative stability, peace, and even fairness.

"What do they want to do?" Yang Nairu sighed, and it took him a long time to say, "I'm a fat man, and I really don't want to worry about these things."

"Fat uncle, what's wrong with you?" Duanmu Baolian was stunned, why did he transfer it from an antique to a human being?

"Baolian!" Yang Nairu pulled Duanmu Baolian to sit next to him and asked, "Isn't the fat uncle nice to you?"

"Yes!" Duanmu Baolian nodded seriously. Even if Yang Nairu only took care of her for the sake of Mr. Mei, Yang Nairu was really good to her. He even took good care of her going to school.
Chapter completed!