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Chapter 489: Fatty's Assassin

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

But at this moment, Mr. Zhao suddenly turned his head and looked at the fat man, but asked with a very serious expression:

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

The fat man was obsessed with obsession with this huge bronze ware, and he didn't hear what the old man was asking, so he subconsciously answered and picked it up.

"Picked up?" Mr. Zhao was slightly stunned.

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

The fat man then realized that he had missed his mouth and coughed quickly, "Cough cough, it's true that I can't hide it from you. In fact, this thing was passed down from my ancestors. I remember that I had it in the generation that beat my grandfather."

I rolled my eyes immediately. I only believe this kind of excuse.

Sure enough, Mr. Zhao obviously was not so easy to fool. They glanced at us, and their expressions were even more serious.

After a while, he sighed softly and said earnestly:

"It is a good thing for young people to have ideals and retaliate, but you can't do this illegal and disorderly matter. If it is found out, you have to go in."

As soon as I heard this, I knew he had misunderstood us. The fat man quickly explained: "Sir, don't worry, this thing comes from very well and is not as complicated as you said. Besides, we are not like people who dig graves and resell cultural relics!"

The old man's eyes were as wise as a torch, but his seemingly kind eyes were filled with a hint of severity, sweeping over our faces one by one, making us feel excited.

After a while, he nodded gently, believing in our Qingbai.

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

"Of course I sold it!" said the fat man.

Before the fat man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhao, "No, do you want to go to jail?"

The fat man was shocked and looked at Mr. Zhao with confusion.

"Bronze ware is a cultural relic and is prohibited from being bought or sold, not to mention that it is a national treasure of the Shang Dynasty. If you sell it, it is a crime or a crime of smuggling cultural relics." Mr. Zhao said seriously.

"ah?"

The fat man was stunned.

"I think it's better to donate it to the country. If you are short of money, I can let the country pay some money to acquire it, but I don't think you look like you are short of money." Mr. Zhao said.

The fat man's face suddenly became bitter, and he looked unwilling, and then suddenly asked:

"By the way, aren't you always working in a museum? Why are you here when you have time? Is there anything to do?"

"Oh, come here to do something, and you'll be back in a few days!" Mr. Zhao said lightly.

"Then why did you get along with the Chen family and create such a big battle? Is there any secret action?"

As soon as the fat man said this, I became nervous and stared at Mr. Zhao tightly.

The old man looked at the fat man with a meaningful look, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, so as to save yourself the trouble."

Looking at the old man’s appearance, I knew that lovers had long understood what medicine they sold in the fat man’s gourd.

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

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

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

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then he fell into hesitation.

Obviously, the fat man offered the conditions enough to make him moved. We don’t know about others, but the old man in front of him must have only 4 words in his heart~ national interests!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked the fat man to donate his things to the country.

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

Seeing the old man hesitating, the fat man suddenly reached out and put his hand in his arms and started to slap.

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

What comes to mind is that it turns out to be another Bronze Wine Bottle.

I was stunned. How many bronzes did this guy pass?

Mr. Zhao was completely shocked at this moment. He looked at the pair of wine bottles in front of him in disbelief, and a hot light appeared in his eyes.

If a single one is not paired, a pair is the most respectable. The same is true for something like wine bottles. If two are together, they can be considered one set. The value is definitely not as simple as doubled.

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

So when Mr. Zhao saw this other wine bottle, he became excited and trembled.

"It's unique, it's unique. I can actually see the perfect set of Shang Dynasty wine jars. Oh my God, this is simply a miracle in the cultural relics world." The old man was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

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

"Don't be excited, although this pair of things is good, you have to decide whether they belong to the country or not." The fat man laughed.

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

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

"Old sir, you have thought about it. The opportunity is right in front of you. If you miss this opportunity, you will be the sinner of history!"

The fat man is ruthless enough, and he said all these words.

But the effect is simply amazing.

The old man was really moved and said without thinking: "Okay, okay, can't I promise you? Let it go first and then say, don't ruin it, why are you so frivolous!"

While talking, the old man reached out to grab it. The fat man smiled and did not hide anymore, and handed the thing to the old man.

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

"I told you that, but you have to guarantee that this matter must not be circulated, otherwise, my reputation will be ruined by old man."

"Old sir, don't worry, I swear to my future son that I will never reveal it, otherwise I will give birth to a son without a big eye!" The fat man immediately raised three fingers and made a poisonous oath to his descendants.

As soon as these words were said, the old man was so amused that he couldn't laugh or cry.

"How can you little fat guy be so irritable? OK, don't swear, old man, I believe you."

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

The few of us became nervous, and the room instantly fell into silence.

Mr. Zhao was silent for a moment before saying, "Actually, I came here this time and was invited by the old man of the Chen family to go to a place called Gawazi City!"
Chapter completed!
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