The three of them clinked glasses and drank in one gulp.

"Brother Wushuang, should we talk?" Nalanhong started the conversation first and finally got to the point.

The wines made by rich people are delicious, and I don’t know if they come from a French winery in 1983. They taste great in the mouth, and the more you taste them, the more flavorful they become. It’s like the juice of fresh grapes bursting in your mouth instantly, and the fragrance is overflowing.

"Okay, it's time for us to have a serious talk. Is it about our cooperation?" I asked.

"Mr. Nalan is so refreshing, haha... Actually, we are not interested in the treasures of the Dragon Vein of the Qing Dynasty. If you are really willing to share some with us, we don't mind!" The mouse grinned and was not polite, just like the Qing Dynasty now.

It’s like the mountains of gold and silver in the dragon’s veins have appeared in front of you.

I quickly kicked him to stop him from talking nonsense.

Nalanhong ignored him at all and clinked glasses with me. "Brother Wushuang, please hand over your Haidongqing finger! You don't have to go to the Crow Temple, just do it for me!"

I frowned, clicked my tongue and asked: "Hey... Xiaolan, what do you mean? What's the matter? I've been busy for a long time, Wushuang, in vain, right? Is it possible that this Daqing Dragon Vein really wants to fight with you?

Your surname is Nalan? Haha...a joke!"

"Don't get me wrong, brother, I want to share my worries with you. You have seen it along the way. I believe that within a few hours, the shouts of gunfire and gunfire will rise to the sky. This Changbai Mountain will turn into a hell on earth, and the descendants of the Eight Banners will fight in pieces.

, you are outsiders, why do you have to get involved? If you are willing, the first thing I will do after entering the Dragon Vein of the Qing Dynasty is to find a way to lift the curse for you. Of course, Haidongqing's finger ring is still yours,

Moreover, I will definitely give you a big gift after I come out. I wonder what Brother Wushuang wants?" Nalanhong persuaded me earnestly.

I thought to myself, you Nalanhong's abacus is very good! If I really give you the finger, you take out the treasure of the Qing Dynasty Dragon Vein, destroy all the Manchus who are against you, and you are still short of me, Wushuang? By then?

Once you turn your back, this is your territory. If you say you want to kill us, you will kill us.

"Mr. Nalan, what other treasures do you plan to give us?"

When Nalanhong heard that this second-generation official was very wealthy, he immediately clapped his hands. The blonde beauty in bikini outside pressed the switch of the projector, and then turned off the lights in the hot spring. An antique scroll was displayed on the back wall of the hot spring.

It was unfolded. It was an ancient painting less than two feet long. Apart from the artist's seal, there was only a frog and a lotus leaf on it.

Mouzi was a little disappointed, and his face immediately dropped. For a rich second generation like him, such a palm-sized painting is not enough to satisfy his appetite. No matter how expensive a two-foot painting is, how expensive can it be? Even if it is Qi Baishi's

I'm afraid a two-foot painting can only be sold for a million at most.

"Hey, Master Nalan is very generous!" I said with a smile.

"Hey, are you stupid? You just broke my promise with just a lie?" Mouse reminded me in a low voice.

I didn't want to hide it, so I pointed to the seal at the end of the painting and told him: "Brother, don't you see it? Whose seal is it? Look carefully, it's not that Mr. Nalan is stingy.

The original work of Bada Shanren. He was a great painter in the late Qing Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, and one of the Four Monks. His paintings are treasures. If measured by feet, even stacks of banknotes filling them up would not be worth 100% of their value.
Chapter completed!