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Chapter 376 Unexpectedly

Before the morning training was over, a person walked into the training room.

This person has been with Han Lang and the others, responsible for leading the way and making contact.

Seeing him appearing during training, Han Lang knew something was going on, so he waved his hand to suspend training and walked over.

"Mr. Xiaoying." The man bowed slightly and said, "The Great Protector, please go over there."

"it is good."

Han Lang took off his backpack and gun, wiped off his sweat, turned his head and said, "Go ahead."

"Good head."

The aunt responded and continued training with a wave of her hand.

"This way please." The man was very polite.

Except for Feng Ping and Patriarch, no one called him Han Lang, but Xiaoying. It seems that Feng Ping or Pazu intentionally did not call him by his surname.

Han Lang didn't care, and was very willing to accept this arrangement. He didn't want too much information about himself to be revealed. If it wasn't for the headquarters of the Desert Adder, he would have been wearing a hood.Aunt and the others wear them all the time when they go out to train.

The two left the training room not far away and entered a room.

The man stood outside the door and did not follow.

As soon as he entered the door, there were more than a dozen people inside, who seemed to be studying something.

Seeing Han Lang coming in, most of them nodded slightly.

These are all fights with Han Lang, Han Lang also nodded slightly, looking at Feng Ping.

Feng Pingshan got up and said: "You will go out with the one who brought you here later, the rare book has been sent away, you can go out and hand it over, if you can send it away, it's the best, if you can't, you can leave it there for safekeeping, or you can specify to pick it up There is no problem with the method and people.”

"Okay." Han Lang said bluntly, "Give me an account where I can transfer money, and the price will definitely be fair."

Feng Ping nodded, took out a post-it note, wrote down an alphanumeric account number, handed it to Han Lang, and said, "Return as soon as possible after processing. If they enter the Shengzi training room, they can do so now."

"Okay." Knowing that this is a meeting, Han Lang quickly agreed, turned around and left without a single word of nonsense.

"Do I need to carry a weapon?" Han Lang asked after the man.

"You need simple makeup, you can carry a pistol, and you can only carry an AK on your back for long weapons, so as not to be too conspicuous." The man was still very disciplined, and said as he walked.

"it is good."

Han Lang nodded and said, "Also, I need to tell my people to enter the Son of God training room today."

"No problem." The man agreed, and led Han Lang back the same way.

After explaining to the aunt and the others, Han Lang only carried the dagger, the plum blossom breaking wind cone and the Glock 17, and followed the man out of the training area.

The people here have a lot of make-up, Han Lang has turned into a vicissitudes of life in a short period of time, the middle-aged man, with obvious signs of aging on his face, the kind of life that is very difficult at first glance, and also the kind who falls into the crowd and will not be noticed. At least this is the case in small places. If you enter a big city, such abjection will attract attention.

At the same time, Han Lang got his satellite phone.

Han Lang wasn't worried that the other party would play tricks. People who contacted him needed code words, and it was useless to get the number.

As for the phone that Boris bought, Han Lang hadn't turned it on for a long time, and basically lost contact with the outside world.

Soon, they boarded a battery car, and the speed was not fast, like forty to fifty kilometers, galloping all the way in a passage more than four meters wide.

It is impossible to estimate how far he traveled. Two hours later, Han Lang got off the car and followed the guide around the cobweb-dense underground for about half an hour. Walked out, sat in the backward bus parked not far away, bumped, and left this backward town that Han Lang had never been to.

Here, there are not many second floors, and they are all muddy, very backward, and a small town with an estimated number of 1 people.

Cattle and sheep can be seen on the street. This is equivalent to a rural area, but there are still figures with AKs on their backs.

During the turbulence, the bus raised dust all over the sky, and moved forward with difficulty on the dirt road. It took more than four hours to stand in a relatively modern small city.

"follow me."

The man walked into the border inspection hall with Han Lang, intending to cross the border.

The passports of the two people were checked, and the weapons of the two were ignored, and the two entered the neighboring country smoothly.

Han Lang doesn't know why these African countries are so casual, they can cross the border with weapons, and no one asks, so what's the point of checking passports?
But he wouldn't ask, and followed that person into a taxi, drove straight to a freight yard, saw the person he was going to meet this time, and was taken into a warehouse.

"It's all here, a total of 130 volumes, including those Buddhist scriptures and books, as well as 66 pieces of porcelain, 31 pieces of jade carvings, 42 pieces of bronze wares, eight pieces of pottery, and [-] sets of calligraphy and paintings."

The person who greeted them opened the door of a room, pointed to the box inside and said, "Should I take it away or store it?"

"Can I take a look first?" Han Lang didn't know why there were cultural relics, looked at the leader, saw that he didn't say anything, turned around and said.

"No problem." The black man picked up the crowbar and opened the package as he spoke.

Inside, the package is very tight, rainproof, moisture-proof, and pressure-proof. It is estimated that the books will not be wet even if they are soaked in the sea.

Han Lang took out the satellite phone, put on his gloves, picked up one to take pictures, and followed the next one...

Four boxes in a row, together with some Buddhist scriptures and Taoist books and cloth scrolls, as well as porcelain, as well as calligraphy and paintings, took hundreds of photos, and then said: "I need to make a phone call."

The black man gestured with his hand, turned his head and left the room.

The one who led the way also left, apparently not intending to listen.

Han Lang first sent a dozen pictures to the broker, and within half a minute, the broker called.

"Are you planning to sell these?" Francescas asked directly.

"Yes, they are for sale. There are more than 2000 copies in total. The main ones are Kung Fu classics. There are also 66 pieces of porcelain, 31 pieces of jade carvings, 42 pieces of bronze ware, [-] pieces of pottery, and [-] sets of calligraphy and paintings." Han Lang didn't make any fuss.

"You can just contact Bach. You don't need to find someone else for these things. His price is very fair." Franciscas said calmly.

"I want to sell it back home. These are all family items, but they must be sold for money." The corners of Han Lang's mouth twitched, and he continued to cast bait.

"You're right, this is a treasure of China. It doesn't matter if you sell it back home or send it back, at least it's back home. You can contact Bach, and he will do what you want." Francescas The voice remained calm.

really……

Han Lang laughed silently, and said, "Okay, I'll contact Bach, but how can I prove that these things have gone home?"

"Lao Luo can prove it." Franciscas' voice was still calm.

"Okay." Han Lang put away his smile, hung up the phone, sent all the pictures he took to Bach, marked them with the quantity, and waited quietly.

Also within half a minute, Bach called.

As soon as the phone was connected, Bach said with a smile: "Mr. Xiaoying, you really surprised me too much. These are all handed down from ancient times, and they are still so well preserved. Are you sure you didn't rob any museum?"

"It's not important." Han Lang curled his lips and said, "I have to sell these for money, but the things have to be sent back to my home, and they can't be left behind."

"This is for sure." Bach said seriously: "It is not difficult to see from the photos in this part that they are basically out-of-print treasures, including porcelain, which are also rare boutiques. It can even be said to fill up the lack of collections in museums. Since it is a sale , then let me just say that these are handed down items, I will pay according to the auction price, prepay [-] million meters of gold, and make up the balance after the inventory and valuation of the things. I will pay for the handling fees and transport them. In addition, If there are more things, I hope you can give me all of them, without letting any of them out, is that okay?"

"Of course there is no problem." Han Lang smiled and said, "I will send you an account number later, and you must arrive as soon as possible."

"Okay, where is the address? I'll be there as soon as possible." Bach didn't explain, nor was he long-winded, obviously very anxious to see these things.

Han Lang said the address, hung up the phone and sent the account number.

This time it was true, but Han Lang still sent Lao Luo a photo with a phrase.

In less than a minute, Lao Luo's text message arrived, only two words, trustworthy.

It's simple...

Han Lang felt at ease, closed the lids of those boxes, and walked out of the room.

The two stood more than [-] meters away from each other, and they came over when they saw Han Lang coming out.

"At most two days to arrive, we have to wait here for two days."

Han Lang put away the satellite phone and said.

For two days, this was nothing, but Han Lang didn't know why Bach gave such a high price.

He can't even have a half-knowledge of the value of antique relics, but he has to know 20 million, but rice gold, converted to [-] billion RMB, this is still an advance payment. According to the previous transaction habits, there will be a third of the final payment About [-] million more, this is a huge sum of money.

How did he know that a famous painting, especially one by a certain master, such as shrimp, is about a piece, and a horse is about a horse, and it is not a small amount of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions. All of them cost a few million meters of gold per horse.

Even for some out-of-print calligraphy and paintings, a pair of rice and gold is not uncommon, including jade and porcelain, which can be worth tens of millions, and the value of hundreds of millions is not uncommon. The key is to read the quality to see if there is only one. That is artistic value.

Therefore, it is already stingy for Bach to pay [-] million in advance.

After all, these are absolutely fine products, and the average gold price of one million meters is still a trifle.

Of course, the value of martial arts rare books is difficult to say, and it cannot reach that high. I am afraid that hundreds of thousands of RMB are not low.

In less than two days, Bach arrived here, apparently by private plane again.

Bach didn't put on a disguise, he still had the face of his real self, with ten bodyguards, he didn't even open the box to inspect the goods, he just said briefly: "You can rest assured that these will return to your home, I asked after payment, the valuation is low, Another [-] million has been added, [-] million will be paid in advance, and the balance will arrive in the account within a month."

"Yes." Han Lang was secretly startled but his expression remained the same, and said, "I can't touch any of this money, I'm just a middleman."

"clear."

Bach patted Han Lang on the shoulder and said: "The photos, some of which are items recovered by the country, but no information has been found. These have collection certificates and cannot be sold at the auction price, but most of them will be sold at the auction price , As for those recovered, the price given will not be too low, at least it will be valued according to the market price, I hope you can understand."

Han Lang understands this point. Some countries’ collections, whether lost or robbed during the war, cannot be auctioned internationally, because there are records. Once discovered, the country will recover them. As for the amount of compensation, it is not fixed. , but certainly not in vain.

Because recovery is not something you just take away, it needs mediation and appropriate compensation, and it also depends on whether people are willing.

Han Lang didn't care about the specific process, as long as he gave money, he could do business with the Desert Viper.

"It's still the same thing, especially your family's, don't sell it to others. As for the high-quality goods from other countries, we have cooperated very happily before and hope to continue to cooperate." Bach said very sincerely.

"No problem." Han Lang was completely at ease.

Bach didn't say any more, pulled away all the large trucks and went straight to the airport.

It is still very quiet here. Although it is backward, there is no war, but Bach still does not want to stay for a long time.

Watching the Bach motorcade leave, Han Lang didn't stay long, and the two returned directly.

After the things were sent away, Han Lang was not at peace.

He had already noticed it when he came out of the ground before.

Each node is guarded, and there are quite a few people. Even they have to stop and check, and only after confirming the identity of the leader will they let them go.

In other words, the Desert Viper is already tense internally, but it is self-evident whether there will be any big moves externally.

Han Lang was pondering whether to join the battle sequence, he had the confidence to find the root of the opponent in the chaos.

Before, he didn't have the opportunity to make big moves. Now that he has this meeting, and he can also rely on some family strength, even if he is a mercenary, he is not fighting alone. At least the information is much more convenient than before.

When returning, I didn't take that exit, but entered another location underground.

Along the way, he felt the tense atmosphere again, and could see that he was ready for battle.

Is this a showdown?

Han Lang was very strange, wondering if the Pluto organization had already targeted the old opponent's lair, which caused the tension here.

But he couldn't ask, and he didn't even call Brady. After the transaction was over, the phone was turned off and handed over to the leader.

And the leader was not polite, he took it and put it into the signal-isolation material, without pretending to give in.

It was the seventh day after returning to the headquarters again, Han Lang first met the busy Feng Ping.

As soon as they met, Han Lang said, "Guardian, has the advance payment arrived?"

"Is this an advance payment?" Feng Ping was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Your government ax is really generous."

The advance payment of [-] million is actually quite a lot. The most valuable are those works of art, and the value of martial arts rare books is that culture is greater than collection, and the value is not great. It is not as good as Buddhist scriptures, although it will not be cheap either. But the advance payment of [-] million is already very sincere.

"Ha, it's not short of money." Han Lang smiled and said, "I want to meet the ancestor, and I still need to talk about some things."

"Yes, the ancestor may not see customers once a month, but you can go anytime."

Feng Ping said it very casually, but it also explained that ordinary people in the ancestor's place should not disturb his cleanliness.

　That's all for this update, let's do the third update tomorrow, it's a little late to come back, four thousand chapters are here

　　
　
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