The e-sports players Ge Dongli and Hong Haiyang were so powerful that they conquered Tu Tuqiao and Cao Jiao.

Especially Hong Haiyang, whose skills are good and knows how to hype themselves, made Cao Jiao feel very appetizing. He said to Hong Haiyang: "We are brothers, and your business will be mine in the future. Let's work together in the e-sports industry. In this way, we do things together in the e-sports industry. As long as we can make money, we must make the money. We must eat, drink, play well, and enjoy everyone."

Hong Haiyang said: "From now on, you will be my eldest brother."

Cao Jiao felt that he was lagging behind the times, because in the e-sports circle, Tu Tuqiao, He Berg and Wei Taiqiang had already left Cao Jiao far behind, so Cao Jiao had to dig a genius, and that Hong Haiyang was the genius he dug for Cao Jiao.

In order to dig him, Cao Jiao not only for the e-sports circle, he has a series of business attempts.

I grabbed Hong Haiyang, and he personally gave him a Rolls-Royce to Hong Haiyang. He was standing in a public telephone booth across the street and his messy clothes looked very down.

"Pay the bill" Wei Taiqiang called the waiter and stared at the phone booth across the street. The little bald man did not leave after making the phone call, but stood there waiting for someone.

Wei Taiqiang did not leave the cafe. He sat there and observed the movements of the little bald man, so he could turn out his nest. After about twenty minutes, the yellow hair came to the little bald man, and then the little bald man followed the yellow hair. At this time, Wei Taiqiang also left the cafe and secretly followed them behind.

After about an hour's drive, they came to a residential area. It was quite remote, like a slum. The two of them entered a dilapidated tube building and went to a room on the second floor. There was only one dilapidated bed in the room, and the cotton wool on the bed had turned black. The smell of fishy smell in the room made people feel like they wanted to vomit.

"You can stay here for a few days. After avoiding this gust of wind, you can go back. This place is far from the city and should be very safe. My brother doesn't have much money on hand now, so he can only let you down." Huangmao patted the little bald man's shoulder and shook his head and sighed, "Hey, I said you, you, you shouldn't be impulsive to walk on this road."

"Brother, don't say that, I think everything I do is worth it, I don't regret it."

Huangmao smiled bitterly, "Ha, it's a man."

"Brother, I will never forget your kindness to me, and I will never in my next life."

"Okay, stop saying anything. Taking in you is the only right thing I have done in my life, and I am very pleased."

"Brother..." The little bald man's voice became even more swallowed.

Huangmao turned around and took out the only 200 yuan left on his body and threw it on the bed. "No money is too much, save some money." Then he walked out of the room without looking back. When he walked out of the room, a drop of crystal tears fell in his eyes. This was the first time he had shed tears in more than ten years. The little bald head made him feel the existence of family affection.

"Brother..." The little bald man knelt heavily on the ground toward the door, and a dull sound was made in the room.

Seeing that the yellow-haired man came out of the tube building and the little bald man did not come down, Wei Taiqiang showed a cold smile on his lips. After waiting for a month, the opportunity finally came, and tomorrow will be a blood-filled day.

Wei Taiqiang leaned over and got into a taxi and left the slum...

"In addition to donating this sachet during his lifetime, did Mr. Zhou also donate other cultural relics? For example...uh...another sachet?"

When Tu Tuqiao heard this, he became suspicious. He thought it was not so coincidental. I came to search for the antiques of Zhou Jun. The Frenchman also came to him on the same day. Out of his sense of responsibility for his job, Tu Tuqiao immediately lowered his face and interrupted hard: "I have to remind you that all historical relics belong to the national property and are prohibited from taking them away."

Luo Shang and Bai Lu unexpectedly looked at the guy who came out halfway, and Chen Ye explained: "Mr. Xiao is a staff member of the Beijing Museum. My husband said he would donate an antique to the country before his death, so Mr. Xiao came to visit him. His purpose is the same as you."

After listening to Bai Lu's translation, a look of disappointment flashed in Luo Shang's eyes, but he quickly recovered as usual, shook his index finger, and said openly: "No, no, Mr. Xiao, I think you misunderstood. I just out of admiration for Eastern culture and have no other intentions." He turned to Chen Ye again: "Can I have the honor to see this sachet?"

"How do you know that he is going to donate a sachet?" Tu Tuqiao interrupted again, his eyes becoming sharper, "Mr. Zhou died suddenly. Even Mrs. Zhou doesn't know what he is going to donate, so where do you know?"

Luo Shang was suddenly caught in the contradiction in his words, and his face showed an extremely uncomfortable embarrassing expression. He changed his sitting posture uneasy: "This is just my guess. Don't you Chinese like to have double symmetry in everything."

Tu Tuqiao sneered. "Mr. Luo Shang, anyone who has common sense about Chinese history can see that this sachet will not be in pairs."

"Why?" Luo Shang asked, his expression was interesting. Even Chen Ye and Bai Lu, who was the translator, turned his curious eyes to him. This made Tu Tuqiao very proud. Although his archaeological knowledge was all made up for his mistakes after joining the company and he usually did not dare to speak well in front of experts, he was still very confident in teaching foreigners a lesson.

He picked up the photo and pointed to the copper bar on the outside of the sachet, where eight Chinese characters were glued: warm and tender, smooth and smooth.

"Mr. Luo Shang, do you know what these eight words mean?"

Luo Shang shrugged and made an incompetent gesture: "I only know that this is like ancient Babylonian text, all of which are hieroglyphs."

"So, Miss Bai Lu, do you know each other?" Tu Tu Tuqiao asked Bai Lu again.

Bai Lu seemed to have not expected that she would be asked, and was stunned for a moment, habitually put on her glasses, and answered cautiously: "I recognize the words, but I don't understand the meaning."

Tu Tuqiao left the third question to Chen Ye: "Have you seen the TVB "Drunk and Fighting the Golden Branch" starring Guan Yonghe and Ouyang Zhenhua." Chen Ye didn't expect him to ask such a question and answered inexplicably: "What are you talking about about Guo Ai and Princess Shengping? I haven't watched it, but I have heard of it."

"This cultural relic has a lot to do with that live couple." Tu Tuqiao shook the photo in his hand proudly and continued: "According to research, the owner of this sachet is the daughter-in-law of Guo Ziyi, the famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, and Princess Shengping, the daughter of Emperor Daizong of Tang. It should have a history of more than 1,200 years.
Chapter completed!