Wang Jingzhe sneered: "Doubao is not dry food, and the village chief is not a cadre. Do you really take me seriously?"

"No, the words I said before will never be discounted. I said that I am different from Han Guanshan. What I want to make friends..." Huang Jiulang took a bag from Lu Jingyao, threw it towards Wang Jingzhe, and said, "The green leaves and green seedlings really exist. The tripod I told you is also true, and it is all here."

Wang Jingzhe took the bag and opened it and saw a box inside, and a round tripod wrapped in silk cloth. There were a few green grass trees lying in the box. It was indeed the dragon bone grass he once thought, and the round tripod was also exactly the same as the one printed on the outside of the elixir.

Wang Jingzhe was a little complicated. Logically speaking, he should be angry and dissatisfied, and he might even turn against him on the spot. But you have to say that Huang Jiulang's way and means of dealing with the problem were simply hit the nail on the head, directly minimizing his anger.

Although I have dissatisfaction, I can still suppress it.

Huang Jiulang smiled and said, "I know you better know your temper. I know that you will definitely not agree to tell you about this matter. There is nothing I can do. I have to use some tricks. Wang Jingzhe, I can tell you very frankly. If I don't have these two things in my hand, I will never use this trick with you. After all, I can't solve this gap."

Wang Jingzhe put away his bag and said lightly: "There are still grudges."

"Haha, that doesn't matter. The grudge will be smoothed out sooner or later. For example, aren't you going to find that Danqingya next?"

Wang Jingzhe immediately stared at him cautiously and said, "What are you going to do again? I'll get a bed bug after eating melon seeds. Could I continue to eat it?"

Huang Jiulang spread his hands and said, "Don't get me wrong. I'm just talking casually. I didn't think about getting involved in the future. After all, I don't have so many treasures to look for. Just this place has already made me tired of dealing with it."

Wang Jingzhe said angrily: "Your reputation with me has dropped to the bottom..."

"Then I still have to say thank you," Huang Jiulang said sincerely.

Wang Jingzhe asked in confusion: "Our country is not so poor that it is now to live with a batch of treasures that may be difficult to get. As for you to work so hard, do you still plan on me to find these Nazi treasures? Is this manpower and material resources spent? "

Huang Jiulang sighed and said, "We were still a lion who fell asleep more than a hundred years ago. At that time, we also lost many treasures. For example, when the Old Summer Palace was burned, it was not accurate to say that they were robbed. At that time, we had no strength to keep them. Now that we have the strength, we have to find them. Otherwise, wouldn't we be ashamed of our ancestors? After we find these Nazi treasures, we will not confiscate the treasury, but will tell the world and tell some Western countries and people to exchange them with the antiques we lost before. What we want is very simple. Take mine and take it back, and eat ours and spit it out for me. If we can't collect them, these treasures from World War II will continue to stay in China under various excuses, unless someone is willing to offer the price we are tempted."

Wang Jingzhe frowned, and suddenly the dissatisfaction in his heart gradually disappeared. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, he must have national honors and national complexes. He really has no reason to complain about Huang Jiulang so much.

"What are you going to do with this woman? Kill me?" Wang Jingzhe suddenly approached Huang Jiulang and asked in a low voice.

Although Mina Mitsui didn't hear anything he said, she could guess from Wang Jingzhe's eyes, and her face changed suddenly.

"Killing is just a life, it has no value..." Huang Jiulang said lightly with his hands behind his back: "She comes from the Mitsui family, one of the big chaebols of the Japanese devils. Her name is Mina Mitsui, and she is the daughter of the contemporary head of Mitsui. She is more valuable than death. After all, if she dies, she is just a corpse. She is a person. There is a group of unknown armed personnel in our country. We have reason to doubt what she wants to do that harms our interests. Is the evidence conclusive? It is not an exaggeration to send it to court. Of course, if the Mitsui family is willing to come up with some exchange conditions, we can also make adjustments."

"I'm so cunning!" This was the first thought in Wang Jingzhe's mind. Huang Jiulang is so good at using tricks.

Kong Liang walked over at this time and bowed to Wang Jingzhe apologetically. His face swept his honest and honest expression before. At this time, he looked a little cunning.

"The mission is in your own way, everyone has their own needs!"

Wang Jingzhe said meaningfully: "Old Confucius, if you don't pick herbs in the future, you will be a good actor. You are really more skilled than me. You can really hide it. I haven't noticed you are lying for so long."

Kong Liang shook his head and said, "Really true and false. Nine out of ten sentences in what I said are true. That one sentence is just to deceive you..."

Then, Huang Jiulang asked what was going on in the temple. Wang Jingzhe answered truthfully without hiding it. Huang Jiulang was very moved after hearing this. Wang Jingzhe did have great luck, and even the people with him were affected. Who would have thought that the most mysterious Bon Dzogchen inheritance in Tibet would actually be a young man?

There was a "slam, slam" movement in the grass. The Mastiff King walked over with his broken body with difficulty, limped to the temple, crawled down, and raised his head.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly understood that the legendary guardian of the Tibetan area actually came from the Bon Temple.

At this time, a figure suddenly came out of the stone gate, and Chen Sansui came out.

Wang Jingzhe was shocked, Mitsui Mina looked complicated, and Huang Jiulang stared at him with great interest. It was obvious that he was three years old and might be very sensitive. Some of our country's policies and attitudes towards Tibetan areas are very meaningful.

Chen Sansui came out and stood in front of Wang Jingzhe with an unfathomable look on his face.

"Is it you? Or..." Wang Jingzhe asked carefully.

Chen Sansui stretched out his hand and Bao Xiang solemnly touched Wang Jingzhe's head. He was about to dodge, but after thinking about it, he stopped moving.

Chen Sansui put his hand on his head: "Little devil..."

"Damn it!" Wang Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, raised his legs and kicked him.
Chapter completed!