Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 820 You Are Not Rogge, Who Are You?

Ning Fan stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

"How could there be people from Xia Kingdom?"

"Mason, he actually mixed with people from Xia Guo?"

"How did you meet a treasure hunter?"

……

Some of the crowd recognized Mason, but they didn't know Ning Fan's information.

Only No. 2 and Hughes looked unfriendly, but in front of so many people, Ning Fan was not worried about what they did.

"Please."

Naturally, the appraiser of Liangbao Adams Family would not stop him, and invited Ning Fan to come forward.

Ning Fan gave the car keys: "It's in the trunk."

After a lot of tossing, Wang Duoyu took people to carry it over.

Covering it with a red cloth is considered festive and mysterious.

Number 2 and Hughes frowned.

"It's that thing?"

"Probably."

The two reached a consensus briefly.

"Do you know what it is?"

"Know some."

The two exchanged information, but they all knew what they knew, and they missed the point at all.

The banquet guests in the audience couldn't help laughing when they saw the statue.

"Isn't it? Is this statue considered a good thing?"

"Wood carving, how many years can this last, but we have bronze and marble carvings, can this be used to shame?"

"I've only seen copper and gold carvings in the East, and this is the first time I've seen wood carvings. It's interesting."

"It's not sculptures of Buddha statues and animals, it's really rare."

The voice wasn't too loud, but it didn't stop, it was just for Ning Fan.

"Your ignorance can't conceal the preciousness of this thing, it will only make you look like uncivilized monkeys... No, monkeys may know awe better than you."

Ning Fan looked around the audience, the sound in the room gradually disappeared, gradually there was no movement.

"It can be identified."

An appraiser from the Adams family stepped forward to carefully examine the statue of the fiery mother-in-law.

"Sir, please forgive us for speaking bluntly. This is an ordinary wooden gilt and silver statue. It is not more than 1000 years old, and it is not considered a great treasure."

"Is it?"

Ning Fan smiled slightly.

"It's not surprising that your eyes can't recognize this. Bring me an incense stick."

"Scent? What is that?"

The appraiser of the Adams family froze in place.

"Ask Roger Adams, he must know."

Hearing Ning Fan call the Patriarch's name directly, the appraiser and other guests were all shocked.

"How can such a small matter alarm the patriarch of the Adams family?"

"I think this Xia Guoren is here to make trouble!"

"Get out, what kind of art do these Xia people know on such an elegant occasion!"

The crowd revolted, and Ning Fan burst out laughing when he heard the words.

"Art? If the art you're talking about is so ignorant and despicable, then your art really..."

Ning Fan suddenly paused, and counted with his fingertips: "But thinking about your poor history, 300 years, it's not even as long as these works of art, so it's not surprising."

The complexions of the crowd changed slightly, and all the heads of different colors stood up.

"Uncivilized people, talk about art, and monkeys who can use weapons know art better than you."

"Mr. Ning!"

The butler of the Adams family stopped him from speaking.

"If you still want to continue participating in the Liangbao Dinner, I hope you'd better behave differently after getting the incense, otherwise..."

The butler didn't continue, but his eyes clearly revealed his thoughts.

The bodyguard behind touched his waist, ready to draw his gun and shoot at any time.

"Master Ning!"

Wang Duoyu wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Ning Fan's gaze.

"Xianglai!" Ning Fan took a box of incense sticks from the housekeeper, and said casually: "You may have heard of Xia Guo Kung Fu, but you may not have heard of another more important thing. Today I will teach you, Xia country magic."

"fashion?"

The Stars and Stripes people in the audience repeated these words blankly, forgetting to pay attention to Ning Fan's movements.

The No. 2 appraiser of the free stonemason and Hughes Adams stared at Ning Fan closely. Even behind him, there was a window in the castle with thick curtains drawn, and a flash of light flashed through the lens of the telescope, nailing Ning Fan to death.

The flames danced, and the simplest sandalwood incense gave off a slightly pungent smell.

Ning Fan held the three sticks of incense, and started to move around Huoding's father-in-law in a very special posture.

Those who couldn't understand frowned, not understanding what Ning Fan was doing.

The three eyes were full of doubts but they were not willing to look away.

The only one who could understand Wang Duoyu blushed and almost laughed out loud.

"The eighth set of radio gymnastics decomposition moves! It's really a six-turn!"

Ning Fan did it again as if no one was around, and stopped in the most standard Tai Chi retracting gesture, and inserted three half-burned incense sticks between the statues of Huo Ding and his parents-in-law.

The pot on the stretcher suddenly vibrated, and there was a sound of metal colliding, and a cyclone was born on the pot, causing the clothes on the statue to flutter.

"I buy it!"

"Hyop! Hyop!"

"Watz offended Fark?"

The sound of commotion sounded, and everyone froze in place.

"Now, you can re-evaluate this item."

Ning Fan let go with a smile.

The three sticks of incense were broken off, and the ash fell, white and clean, floating in the air with the wind.

"We will!" Several appraisers nodded earnestly, and their familiar voices sounded from the earphones: "Pass."

After briefly going through the second appraisal, Ning Fan also sat on the stage, side by side with Hughes and the appraiser.

"What a coincidence, it's always you." Ning Fan greeted specially.

It's just that in the ears of the other two, the sound was very strange.

"how old are you?"

"Age, does it matter?"

Ning Fan shrugged, but did not answer the black humor that only Xia people could understand: "Maybe."

At the long table, Wang Duoyu secretly clenched his fists and gave Ning Fan a wink.

"I know Master Ning, you can do it, and you can gesture at any time if you have something to do!"

At the side of the seat, other people who witnessed Ning Fan's courteous reception also sent their business cards one after another, and said some friendly words.

Wang Duoyu was able to handle this kind of occasion with ease, and it didn't take a moment to mingle with each other. After changing the wine glass in his hand more than a dozen times, he still didn't feel drunk, but there was a lot of wine smell from the sleeves and hem of the suit, and the wine dripped while walking.

"Three, the Patriarch welcomes you."

On the stage, the appraiser bowed to invite.

Ning Fan looked at Wang Duoyu and waved his finger casually.

This represents acting on their own in the agreed secret code, and there is no need to wait.

The direction of the gesture is in the direction of Dong Jun Ding.

Wang Duoyu withdrew her casual glance, squinted a few times, and put her arms around the neck of the person beside her pretending to be drunk: "What did you just say?"

"Relics from the Palace Museum? I know them well! The back door of my brother's house is right next door!"

"Which one do you like? Tell me, I'll hold an exhibition for you!"

"Conditions? What conditions are we talking about in this relationship? It's all in the wine!"

"Drink! Whoever doesn't drink clean is a thief!"

Wang Duoyu raised his wine glass, rolled his throat, sprayed out a ball of scorching heat, and slammed down the wine glass in his hand.

"Snapped!"

Light burst out in the dark hall, and the black and white checkerboard pattern floor paved with marble was lifeless.

Looking up, on the wall are the murals of the ancestors of the Adams family. A crystal lamp with a diameter of more than ten meters is hung in the middle of the sapphire blue pillars.

"Like a temple?"

Ning Fan came up with this idea for no reason.

"I've kept you all waiting."

On the top floor of the steps directly opposite the gate, a wheelchair exposed its hair and half of its face, its eagle-like eyes stared straight at the hall: "Hughes, go back."

"I……"

"Be obedient." The voice was beyond doubt.

"Yes! Father!"

Hughes Adams wanted to argue, but Rogge opened his mouth and complied.

From Ning Fan's direction, one could see that the flesh around his lips was trembling violently, not like excitement, but fear and fear.

Reminiscent of his title just now, Ning Fan felt as if he had discovered something.

"boom."

The door opens and closes.

The light penetrated into the room through the crack of the door and hit Roger, splitting his cheek just right. The half in the dark was full of joy, and the half in the sun looked at the two of them gloomily.

Ning Fan and No. 2 were separated by sunlight, and the floating ash floating in the air formed an invisible wall of air, which disappeared when the door was closed.

"Now, you can welcome the two of you well."

Roger Adams grinned and clapped his hands.

Two red carpets rolled down from the top of the steps, stretching all the way to their feet.

"Come on! Come on! Let's talk about our pursuit of art!"

Rogge waved at the top, his slender fingers had tight skin that didn't match his age, paler than his complexion.

"Didn't you see the last person? What do you mean now?"

Before Ning Fan could speak, No. 2 had already asked.

Free stonemasons have always enjoyed respect and preferential treatment for their workmanship, and it is considered polite to ask calmly at this moment.

"When will a freelance stonemason be rude to the Adams family?"

Rogge ignored his question and continued to talk, his eyes gradually sharpened.

"The dragon has been sleeping for too long and people will lose their awe. It seems that the Adams family has been silent for too long."

No. 2 tensed up, and took half a step: "Your Excellency intends to kill someone?"

"Practice family!"

At a glance, Ning Fan judged that No. 2 was not just a pedant as stated in the information.

Can a pedant have such a standard step?I dare not even dream about it.

At least in Ning Fan's view, the bodyguards of the Adams family can't take the appraiser without using hot weapons.

"No, I believe in peace."

With a relaxed tone, Roger turned around the wheelchair.

"I said one person before because I didn't expect to meet two good things. I like your things very much. Now we can negotiate the price."

……

In the reception room, Ning Fan didn't taste the tea in front of him, but seriously thought about what he just said.

Dongjun Ding, Black Water King Seal, Nine Dragons Map.

They are all good things from Xia Kingdom, at least they are cultural relics that will never leave the country.

It's just that the whereabouts of the three items are uncertain now, and it's hard to act. I can only hope that Wang Duoyu can deal with the Roosevelt family outside.

The Adams family and the Freemasons, he had to wait and see.

It was also expected that Roger Adams would be the first to meet No. 2. The sound insulation in the room was very good, and Ning Fan couldn't do anything to eavesdrop.

While waiting in the room, he began to think about what would happen after meeting Rogge.

He had already checked when he saw Rogge just now, and the aura on his body disappeared at a normal speed, but this did not correspond to Rogge's physical performance at all.

It is completely abnormal for a person who is nearly 80 years old to have such a breath, not to mention the exposed flaws in his limbs.

Five fingers is a state that only young people can have.

Still thinking, the wooden door opened with a click.

No. 2 leaned in and called Ning Fan openly to communicate.

"I'm done, I hope you can sell it for a good price."

I don't know if it's really indifferent or it's hidden deep, Ning Fan didn't see any emotion on his face, it was just an ordinary greeting.

"Thank you."

Passing by, Ning Fan thanked him and walked into Roger's study.

Inside the house is a very different decoration from the splendor of the outside.

Some retro, not even a study, more like a small library.

All kinds of books are densely displayed on the bookshelves, and some covers are even glued together after being damaged, and dozens of books are piled up on the desk.

Ning Fan glanced over.

"On the Origin of Life"

"The Origin of Qi Body"

"How to Improve Energy Utilization Efficiency"

……

The title of the second book caught his attention.

It is hard to imagine that such a Taoist classic would appear on the desk of the Stars and Stripes tycoon.

"Do you understand?"

"That book?" Rogge noticed Ning Fan's gaze and smiled: "There are some difficulties. The translation is too obscure. It takes me a long time to understand a short paragraph."

"Maybe you can try to learn the Xia language."

"I've actually learned a little, just a little." Roger said with a smile.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows.

Rogge's words are in Mandarin, and his speech is exceptionally standard, even reaching the second-level level.

"Being able to speak and being able to understand are two different things. It's hard."

Roger shook his head slightly, and didn't say anything about the book.

"Mr. Ning, I like your items very much. I wonder what kind of reward you need?"

After the direct opening, Roger took out the checkbook and pushed it in front of Ning Fan, and then pushed the pen inserted diagonally in front of him.

"This is the pen that MacArthur used to sign the surrender document. I think you will be interested."

Ning Fan glanced over to confirm the authenticity, but he was not interested.

"I have one."

"Really? Congratulations."

Roger didn't feel embarrassed either, and looked at Ning Fan with a smile.

"You can rest assured about the price. The most important thing our Adams family lacks is money, whether it's cash or gold, with or without consecutive numbers, and can even be exchanged for oil, jewelry, shares..."

"Everything you can think of that can be replaced at an equivalent value, we can trade it for your sculpture."

"What conditions did you make with him?"

Ning Fan raised his hand and asked directly.

"This is a secret... we are not exchanging things, but talking about another cooperation."

Rogge was in a trance, and suddenly opened his mouth to explain.

"continue."

Ning Fan withdrew his wrist without any surprise.

This is the safest way he thought of just now, using the treasure of the five elements to hypnotize Rogge before asking.

Even if he has received some simple anti-hypnosis techniques, they are useless in front of this method.

Now it seems that the effect is very good.

"We agreed that the free stonemasons would launch an attack on the Adams family, and at the same time unite with several other small families to attack. We would hide behind and carry out sneak attacks in private to destroy each other."

Rao Ning Fan was also surprised when he heard this answer.

I don't know if Rogge is a traitor or he is willing to use half of the Adams family as bait for fishing.

Once successful, the harvest is more than decades of hard work.

failure?

It seemed like he didn't even think about failure.

But these are not important, Ning Fan knocked on the table and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"You are not Roger, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)