"Who the hell is selling you scraps? Watch your mouth!" Fatty Qian replied angrily.
Originally, this man was fond of gambling and regarded him as a fat sheep, but with such a crazy gambling dog, Fatty Qian would no longer be polite to him. When he lost the bet, he would call himself a black businessman. He had never seen such a fool.
of.
"If Brother Meng hadn't taken you with you, would you deserve to see the treasures I have collected on the second floor? I won't sell them to you at all today!" Fatty Qian scolded.
"Baby? What baby?! This is just a piece of broken stone. You just nailed it and prepared to open a window to find a bad guy to sell it to!" Zhao Yuan pointed at the broken rough stone on the table and retorted.
The rough stone on the table was just as Meng Yan expected. There were several spreading yellow spots inside, dyeing most of the jadeite inside a disgusting shit yellow color, making it worthless at all.
"You! Oops, it doesn't make sense to you!" Fatty Qian was speechless. After all, what he really wanted to do was to wait until the public sale of northern Myanmar opened a window to transfer this material out, but it was definitely not what Zhao Yuan imagined.
mentality.
After all, I really didn’t know what was happening inside the original stone.
"Okay, stop talking. The rule of stone gambling is to accept defeat if you bet. It's not like I haven't seen high-end materials fall apart." Meng Yan couldn't stand it anymore.
After all, he owed Meng Yan two million after this blow. He was short-tongued and soft-handed. When Meng Yan said this, Zhao Yuan changed his face.
"Hey, Brother Meng is right. He is indeed willing to admit defeat, but I just can't swallow this breath."
"It's such a good piece of material, but if you cut it with just one knife, then..."
Meng Yan felt funny in his heart. He had already given up on this piece of material just now. Zhao Yuan suddenly came out and wanted to take a picture of this piece of material with a look of incomprehension. Seeing that he didn't want to buy it, he impatiently asked him to borrow money.
I bought this piece of material, but now I see that my money has been wasted and I'm starting to make a fuss again.
A typical gambler.
"Just what?" Nightingale on the sofa beside her covered her mouth and smiled softly, but her eyes were looking at Zhao Yuan coldly.
"Kneel down."
Everyone's eyes turned to Nightingale. Fatty Qian seemed to be stimulated by something and suddenly subconsciously took a step back and distanced himself from Zhao Yuan.
"Miss Nightingale, what did you just say?" Zhao Yuan felt that he heard wrongly, so he asked again.
"Don't make me say it a second time." Nightingale elegantly took out a 1911 automatic pistol from her small bag and pointed it at Zhao Yuan's head.
Meng Yan swallowed. No wonder Nightingale looked like she had no place to hide a gun in her cheongsam.
Feelings are always carried in the bag.
Seeing the black hole with the gun pointed at him, Zhao Yuan's legs and feet immediately went weak. He recalled how he was locked in a water prison cage a few hours ago, and fell to his knees with a thud.
"Miss Nightingale, I will definitely pay back the money I borrowed from Brother Meng. I will definitely be able to afford it! In a few days, my company's working capital will arrive!" Zhao Yuan explained with a tearful look on his face.
Nightingale smiled and shook her head: "Mr. Meng is now my partner, and his interests are my interests. I want you to pay him back now."
"I've buried a lot of people like you in the past. Maybe they'll disappear in a few days, so I can rest assured that you can pay them back now."
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhao Yuan's head, and Zhao Yuan said with tears in his eyes.
"But I really have no money now!"
"Miss Nightingale, stop making trouble and put your gun away," Meng Yan said.
When Nightingale heard this, she turned to Meng Yan again, her words filled with resentment.
"Mr. Meng, I didn't say that, this is just a gambling dog, and he will die sooner or later. He is a fool, but you are not."
"I've seen this kind of people a lot. Most of them won't pay back the money in the end. How about I tell my subordinates to move him to another place and sink him while he's still in our hands?"
Meng Yan waved his hands quickly, did he really think that borrowing this dog gambling money was a sudden act of kindness? If he hadn't considered that it might be used in the future, Meng Yan would have wished that he had lost one of Xia Guo's gambling dogs.
"Miss Nightingale, don't be angry. Didn't he say that his company's working capital will arrive in a while? Let's take him with us for now. It won't be too late to sink the river if the money doesn't arrive."
Hearing this, Nightingale glared at Zhao Yuan angrily: "Don't even think about running away and being targeted by me, Nightingale. In Burma, you can be caught even if you go to the barren mountains. Without Mr. Meng
The order is, don’t even think about leaving here, do you understand?”
The frightened Zhao Yuan nodded quickly.
"Go away." Nightingale said angrily.
After Zhao Yuan rolled and crawled to the side, Fatty Qian looked at Meng Yan again.
"Um, Brother Meng." Fatty Qian said a little guiltily.
"I originally wanted to bring you to see the treasure, but it turns out that this first piece is not only a piece of scrap, but also a new item that I collected a few months ago. I feel really sorry."
As Fatty Qian spoke, he glanced at Nightingale who was putting the gun back in her bag. Seeing that she didn't seem to be listening to him, he felt relieved.
Fatty Qian just took Nightingale's lesson to Zhao Yuan as a warning to himself. If he doesn't handle it well next, he probably won't end up much better.
"Brother Meng, let me apologize to you. I will take Brother Meng to see the materials on the second floor today. You can pick any one you want!"
After Fatty Qian finished speaking, several people stood up and walked out of the small room under his guidance.
On the other side of the second floor, Fatty Qian opened an inconspicuous small wooden door, and everyone was surprised by the vast space inside.
The atmosphere in the room here is not comparable to that of the small room just now. The entire room is extremely spacious and the decoration is also very exquisite.
There were crystal lamps installed on the ceiling. As soon as Fatty Qian pressed the light button on the wall, several crystal lamps immediately illuminated the entire room.
Everyone squinted their eyes slightly to adjust to the sudden light, and then carefully looked at the environment in the room.
Rows of safes were placed along the corner of the wall, around the room, and finally returned to the other side of the entrance. It seemed that Ali had a sense of ceremony as if he were entering the treasure house of the palace.
"Boss Qian, I didn't expect that there is such an interesting place hidden on the second floor of your shop." Nightingale smiled.
Fatty Qian scratched his head in embarrassment: "Miss Nightingale is joking. After all, it is something that I have treasured for more than ten years, and I have decorated it a little."
"Does that mean that the rough stone that was brought out to us just now was not sincere?" Nightingale teased.
Fatty Qian sensed murderous intent in this joke, and immediately wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.
"Miss Nightingale, I also put that rough stone in the safe."