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Chapter 489: Fatty's Assassin

Although this is a bit unkind, it is indeed the most effective method at this moment. I have to say that Fatty’s brain is really good!

But at this moment, Mr. Zhao suddenly turned to look at the fat man and asked with a very serious expression:

"Little fat man, can you tell me where this thing comes from?"

The fat man was observing the hugely valuable bronze ware with fascination. He didn't even hear what the old man was asking, so he subconsciously answered "I picked it up."

"Picked it up?" Mr. Zhao was slightly startled.

Then his face became a little unhappy, "Then tell me, where did you pick it up? I'll pick one up too."

Only then did the fat man realize that he had let something slip, and he coughed quickly and said: "Ahem, I really can't hide it from you, old man. In fact, this thing was passed down from my ancestors. I remember having it in my grandfather's generation.

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I immediately rolled my eyes, only a ghost would believe this kind of excuse.

Sure enough, Mr. Zhao was obviously not so easy to fool. Their eyes swept over the few of us, their expressions became more serious.

After a while, he sighed softly and said seriously:

"It's a good thing for young people to have ideals and revenge, but you can't do such illegal things. If you are found out, you have to go in."

As soon as I heard this, I knew he had misunderstood us. The fat man quickly explained: "Old sir, don't worry about it. This thing comes from a very legitimate source and is not as complicated as you said. Besides, it's not like we are paying for it."

People who dig graves and resell cultural relics!"

The old gentleman had a keen eye, and his seemingly kind eyes were filled with a hint of incomparable sternness. He glanced at our faces one by one, which made our hearts beat.

After a while, he nodded slightly, believing our Qingbai.

"The bronzes from the Shang Dynasty are indeed good things. I wonder what you guys are going to do with them?"

"Of course it's sold!" said the fat man.

Before the fat man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhao, "Nonsense, do you want to go to jail?"

The fat man was immediately startled and looked at Mr. Zhao with a puzzled expression.

"Bronze ware is a cultural relic and is prohibited from being bought and sold. What's more, this is a national treasure of the Shang Dynasty. If you sell it, it is a crime and the crime of smuggling cultural relics." Mr. Zhao said seriously.

"ah?"

The fat man was immediately dumbfounded.

"I think you should donate it to the country. If you are short of money, I can ask the country to spend some money to purchase it, but I don't think you are short of money." Mr. Zhao said.

The fat man's face immediately turned bitter, with a look of reluctance, and then he suddenly asked:

"By the way, don't you always work in the museum? Why do you come here when you have time? Do you have something to do?"

"Oh, come here to do some errands. I'll be back in a few days!" Mr. Zhao said calmly.

"Then why did you get together with the Chen family and create such a big fight? Is there some secret operation?"

As soon as the fat man said these words, I suddenly became nervous and stared at Mr. Zhao closely.

The old gentleman gave the fat man a meaningful look and said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, so as not to cause trouble for yourself."

I knew from the look on the old gentleman's face that the sentimental person had long known what kind of medicine Fat Man's Gourd was selling.

The fat man was a little unwilling to give up, "Why is it so exaggerated? It's not illegal to ask. What age are we in now? Is it necessary to be so mysterious?"

Mr. Zhao's face turned more serious, "I don't say it for your own good!"

The fat man gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think this is okay? If you are willing to tell us, I will donate this bronze to the country for free. What do you think?"

When the old gentleman heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he fell into hesitation.

Obviously, the conditions offered by the fat man were enough to make his heart move. We don't know the others, but the old gentleman in front of us must have only four words in his mind - national interest!

Otherwise, he would not ask the fat man to donate things to the country.

As for the character of the old man, we absolutely believe that the old man has no children and has devoted his whole life to cultural relics and the country.

Seeing the old gentleman's hesitation, the fat man suddenly put his hand into his arms and started playing with it.

When he took his hand out again, there was another thing in his hand, and he put it hard on the table with a bang.

What made us think is that it turned out to be another bronze wine bottle.

I was immediately dumbfounded. How many bronzes did this guy have?

At this time, Mr. Zhao was completely stunned. He looked at the pair of wine bottles in front of him in disbelief, with a fiery light in his eyes.

A pair is not a pair, and the same is true for things like wine bottles. If two of them are put together, they can be regarded as a set, and the value is definitely not as simple as doubling.

As for the value of cultural relics themselves, it is even more immeasurable.

So when Mr. Zhao saw this other wine bottle, his whole body started to tremble with excitement.

"It's unique. This is simply unique. I can actually see a complete set of exquisite wine bottles from the Shang Dynasty. Oh my god, this is simply a miracle in the cultural relic world." The old gentleman was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

But just when he was excited, the fat man reached out his hand unceremoniously and took the two wine bottles back.

"Don't get too excited. Although these things are good, it's up to you to decide whether they belong to the country or not." The fat man chuckled.

Mr. Zhao immediately became anxious, "You little fat guy, put it down quickly and don't touch it with your hands!"

The fat man didn't care about this and took a step back.

"Old sir, please think carefully. The opportunity is right in front of you. If you miss this opportunity, you will be a sinner of history!"

The fat man is cruel enough to say such things.

But the effect is simply fantastic.

The old gentleman was really moved now, and said without thinking: "Okay, okay, I promise you, why not? You put it down first, don't break it, why are you such a irritable child?"

!”

As the old gentleman spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab it. The fat man smiled and did not dodge anymore, and handed the thing into the old gentleman's hand.

The old gentleman carefully put the things away, and after a while, he calmed down his excitement.

"I tell you it's okay, but you have to promise that this matter will never be spread. Otherwise, my reputation will be ruined, old man."

"Don't worry, old man. I swear to my future son that I will never leak it out, otherwise I will give birth to a son with no butthole!" The fat man immediately raised three fingers and made a poisonous oath to future generations.

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, the old gentleman was immediately made to laugh and cry.

"You little fat guy, how can you be so ridiculous? Come on, don't swear, old man, I believe you."

After saying this, Mr. Zhao's face suddenly became serious.

Several of us also became nervous, and the room instantly fell into silence.

Mr. Zhao was silent for a moment, and then said: "Actually, I was invited by the old man of the Chen family to go to a place called Gawazi City!"

Like carrying coffins in Kowloon


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