Shengshibaojian

Ten o'clock in the morning on the seventh day of the first lunar month.

There is a saying in Yanjing City that the start of the business is booming. Some exquisite shops will officially open their doors on the seventh day of the first lunar month. The Yanjing antique market that has been quiet for half a month has returned to its former bustling.

Zuo Xiaoqing and Qin Qinlei followed Xiujuan all the way, thinking that she would change houses in the market with "Eight Immortals Asking the Way", but who knew that she went straight out of the gate of the antique market and got into a black BMW car when she went out.

The BMW car made seven turns and eight turns, and finally stopped at the entrance of a shop on Taiping Road.

When the two looked up, they immediately frowned. This shop was the one jointly opened by Mao Weilong and Guo Xiuyun. It was a company specializing in import and export trade with foreigners. Its full name was Michael Boutique Company.

Things are now clear!

"Xiaoqing! Mao Weilong and Guo Xiuyun are behind the scenes! Actually, I guessed it a long time ago! It's not been a day or two since they made this painting! These bastards can't mess with my master, so they started to attack Xiujuan That's it! This mother's despicable and shameless grass!"

Zuo Xiaoqing thought for a while, and first called Master Pao to inquire about Shen Qiu's situation.

"Xiaoqing, we got in touch! We got in touch! My brother and Qin Qingyu went to Liubao Mountain, something happened to the old scholar!"

Liubaoshan?Old scholar?

Zuo Xiaoqing cried out in fright: "What happened? What happened to the old scholar? Did you all go to Liubao Mountain?"

"Not dead! Not dead! I heard that he was fainted by a lunatic. It's not a big problem, but I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while!"

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Michael Boutique Trading Co.

The company occupies a building area of ​​more than 300 square meters. In Yanjing City, where every inch of land is expensive, the market value of this company alone is enough to be called a valuable treasure.

The general manager's office is decorated extremely luxuriously.

The background wall on the front is a European history illustrated book made of bronze, showing the representative works of various European painting masters, such as Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa", "The Last Supper", Rembrandt's "The War of Freedom".

The floor is covered with noble western-style carpets, and the oak skirting on the four walls is also custom-made from France.

The most dazzling one is the sparkling crystal chandelier on the top of the head. 56 crystals are carefully carved to form a beautiful and artistic chandelier, which makes the whole office exude a sense of nobility. The majestic atmosphere, stepping into it makes people feel like they are in an art gallery.

Everything in this office is good and beautiful, the only thing that makes people feel uncomfortable is the person sitting in the position of general manager, Mao Weilong.

Although he also wears an expensive suit, he is also dressed in a decent shape, and he has a high-end Cuban cigar in his mouth. Every time he smokes a cigar and chews a piece of porcelain, his ugly lips stand out. At first glance, it looks like a monster walking out of "Journey to the West", which is so ugly that it is beyond description.

The office door opened.

Xiujuan walked into the office cautiously, with both hands protecting her backpack, she came up to Mao Weilong vigilantly.

"Miss Xiujuan! Please sit down, please sit down. Boss Guo mentioned you to me, did you bring that painting?" Mao Weilong greeted him smilingly with a cigar in his mouth, but his appearance really frightened Xiujuan. There was malice written all over this man's face.

"What about the things you promised me? What about the things you agreed to?" Xiujuan asked, clutching her backpack tightly.

"Don't worry, Miss Xiujuan, we will never break our promise to you!" Mao Weilong puffed out the smoke ring, took out a translucent plastic bag from his pocket, and saw a silver bracelet and a pair of silver bracelets in the bag. A dilapidated old-fashioned ID card, similar to the plastic-packed ID card in the 90s and [-]s.

"Miss Xiujuan, come and see! This is your mother Gu Meihua, right? This is her ID card back then, and this silver bracelet is also hers, right? We still have a lot of clues and information about your parents, let's sit down Talk! Sit down and talk!"

After about 10 minute.

The door of the luxurious office was pushed open here, and a young man and woman rushed in.

Zuo Xiaoqing yelled at Xiujuan: "Xiujuan! You can't sign a contract with him! This person is a liar! He just wants to lie to you about the painting in your hand!"

Qin Qinlei also scolded loudly: "Mao Weilong, you are too shameless, aren't you? If you play tricks on an ignorant girl, you are not afraid of being laughed at by your peers!"

While speaking, the two of them were already surrounded by more than ten security guards from the company. These security guards were not vegetarians at first glance, and each of them was carrying electric batons with flashing lights in their hands.

Zuo Xiaoqing looked up and saw that Xiujuan's backpack had been put on Mao Weilong's side, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Xiujuan! Don't give things to him! Don't even think about getting them back after they are in this person's hands! Why are you so confused!"

"Zuo Xiaoqing, don't you have too much courage? You, a girl from Xuan Baozhai, dare to go to the office of my Michael company to grab things! Who gave you the courage? Is it Shen Qiu? Or the one next to you? This trash of the Qin family!"

Mao Weilong showed the signed contract on the table: "I signed a formal sales contract with Zhang Xiujuan, with her own signature and fingerprints on it, these are protected by law, what is your Xuanbaozhai! Are you blatantly preventing people from signing the contract!"

"Xiujuan!" Zuo Xiaoqing shouted anxiously, hoping that Xiujuan would wake up in time.

Unexpectedly, Xiujuan shook her head, and she picked up the transparent bag on the table: "Miss Xiaoqing, give it to them! At least they can give me clues about my parents, and they promised to help me find the bones of my parents. They have lived on the high slopes of the loess all their lives, and they are used to coarse grains and broken rice from the countryside. They can't eat Yanjing's buns, so let them return to their roots!"

"This..." Zuo Xiaoqing was speechless for a moment.

Brother Shen has been secretly investigating the matter of Xiujuan, but he did not expect Mao Weilong and Guo Xiuyun to seize the opportunity in advance and win over Xiujuan. They were hooked naturally, and the famous paintings worth tens of millions were handed over to them.

"Zuo Xiaoqing, let me correct you a little more!" Mao Weilong puffed out smoke rings leisurely: "We signed a normal sales contract with Miss Xiujuan, which was signed by the buyer and the seller. The company has never used any improper means, so you It’s best not to talk nonsense, otherwise my Michael company has the right to pursue your legal responsibility!"

"Mao Weilong counts you as ruthless!" Zuo Xiaoqing was full of anger in her heart, and she pulled Xiujuan to go out: "Xiujuan, let's go home first, and I will tell you in detail when Brother Shen comes back."

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!" Mao Weilong sneered: "Do you think my Michael's company is a small teahouse on the street? Do you come and leave whenever you want? Blatantly barging into my office to prevent me from signing contracts with clients, what if If people from outside know about it, how can I, Mao Weilong, still mess around? How can my Michael Company gain a foothold in Yanjing City?"

"Mao Weilong, what do you want to do! "Eight Immortals Asking the Way" has been taken away by you! Why don't you let them go?"

Xiujuan pleaded: "Boss Mao, don't embarrass them! Miss Sister and Qin Qinlei are doing it for my own good, they have no malicious intentions!"

"Miss Xiujuan, don't worry, I won't embarrass them, I just teach them a little lesson!"

Mao Weilong spit out the cigar from his mouth, his expression suddenly changed, and he reached out to grab Zuo Xiaoqing.

It was too late and then too soon, Qin Qinlei rushed up from behind in time and blocked Zuo Xiaoqing's front, the right shoulder was firmly grabbed by the opponent.

We all know that Mao Weilong's hand strength is huge. The moment he grabbed Qin Qinlei's arm, he heard a crisp sound. Qin Qinlei screamed in pain, and the bone in his arm was almost cut off by Mao Weilong.

"Don't think that you are the young master of the Qin family and I dare not touch you. Don't think that you are afraid of you because you have climbed the backing of the old scholar. If you dare to step into Michael's office today, you may not know next time." Just shit on my head! So I will give you a better memory today!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Qin Qinlei suddenly felt that a huge iron pincer was attached to the side that was halved, and all kinds of clothes were almost embedded in the body.

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