All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 14, Steal Me?didn't wake up
"Natasha is back, I won't keep you at home tonight, you can find a hotel to stay."

Ivan is really worried about his precious daughter, and he is always on guard against Chen Hao, determined to break them up.

On the way back, I parked the car next to the commercial district and ordered people to be driven away.

"Dad, you can't do this to him."

Natasha stopped Chen Hao from getting out of the car. I haven't seen him for more than half a month. She still has a lot to say.

Ivan has nothing to do with his daughter, but he can handle Chen Hao. Through the inside rearview mirror, he can see that his fierce eyes are full of threats.

Probably even if he had the cheek to follow him home, he would be kicked out by Ivan.

Chen Hao thought to himself: It's too much, I haven't done anything to your daughter yet.Damn, just wait, I'll fuck your daughter.

"Honey, I'll see you tomorrow, and you will join me in the auction tomorrow."

Chen Hao changed his address, provocatively responded to Ivan's threat, said goodbye to the reluctant girl, and got out of the car with his luggage.

The accelerator of the Ford Raptor was stepped to the bottom, the exhaust pipe hummed black smoke, and the big muscle car flew away.

Do you need to run so fast!
Chen Hao became more and more upset, and yelled at the car that could only see the taillights: "Hey, big Ivan who protects the cub, sooner or later, I will fuck your daughter to bed."

With the system by his side, Chen Hao is no longer the unknown small arms dealer.

In one transaction with Li Yunlong, he earned dozens of times the profit.And such a monopoly business, he can continue to do it.

Chen Hao believes that he will become a big shot sooner or later.

Looking at the bustling business district, Chen Hao touched his pockets. The future big shot now only has ten euros and a few coins in his pocket.

I don't even have enough money to stay in a hotel, so I can only find a 24-hour fast food restaurant for one night.

Chen Hao wandered around the street with a package in his hand, looking for a place to stay in a fast food restaurant.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but someone was watching him.

Two black men on the street were hiding in the darkness, looking around for prey.

Seeing Chen Hao walking alone, the two looked at each other, showing sharp white teeth, and followed directly.

Turning to the right, the street is a dark alley.

As soon as Chen Hao walked in, the black man who followed took out a knife, "Hey, yellow-skinned monkey stop, take out your wallet obediently. Don't force us to use the knife, or you will die."

"Damn it, bastards like you, how can you change?"

Chen Hao turned around, Ak [-] was already aimed at the two niggers, as long as he gently pulled the trigger, he could beat them into a hornet's nest.

The two blacks who were about to grab a ticket were suddenly frightened, and the dagger in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.

They are two stupid guys who are blind. They even robbed a desperado with an ak with a dagger.

After a while, there were two black men who had been punished and were covered in bruises lying in the alley. Chen Hao took more than 100 Euro notes and decided to find a hotel to stay.

In fact, as soon as the two niggers followed, he knew it was a robber.

The law and order in Paris is not as good as people imagined, thieves, robbers and liars are everywhere.

In the eyes of those robbers, the Chinese are one of the best robbery targets.

Because they seldom have the habit of using credit cards and bank cards, and carry large amounts of cash with them at all times.

Compared with black people, they are not strong enough, not many people dare to resist, they are very weak and bully, and they often choose to spend money to eliminate disasters.

There was even a black man who wrote songs about his robbery experience.

"First, you find a house in a Chinese community because they don't trust banks.

Then, you find a few helpers—someone will drive to meet you, someone will ring the doorbell, and someone will be bold enough to grab it at all costs...

Park the car, watch, ring the doorbell, make sure no one is home, and the game is on. "

The lyrics also say: Don’t take large-screen LCD TVs and laptops, it’s more cost-effective to steal jewelry boxes, because they can be cashed in at the pawnshop on the same day.

There are more robberies in a street blocked by two people than in that kind of big robbery.

Moreover, the police will not care about this kind of alarm, and people who are robbed often spend money to eliminate disasters.

It even made many people develop a habit of bringing some loose banknotes when they go out, and handing them over when they are robbed, so as to prevent the robbers from harming others if they don't get the money.

During the two years abroad, Chen Hao had seen no fewer than thirty robberies, and he himself had been robbed more than a dozen times.

Of course, except for the first two times when he was inexperienced and was almost robbed, it was difficult to tell whether someone robbed him or he was fishing.

Give me a piece of advice: If you are not a murderous arms dealer like Chen Hao, don't try to fish like him, you may overturn your car.

Robbers may turn into tough criminals, and finally into human traffickers who resell organs.

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The next day.

Located in the Christie's auction house in the Notre-Dame neighborhood of Paris, the hall was bustling with people coming and going.

Today is the weekly auction.

The auction house will take out the auction items that have won the consignment contract in the past week.

"Dad, let's hurry up, the auction is about to start."

The watery girl with big eyes urged the middle-aged man who followed behind him.

Zhou Hexuan was full of pampering, and was dragged into the auction by his daughter.

Originally, a family of three came to France to travel, to see places of interest, feel the cultural atmosphere, and relax by visiting scenic spots.

But when my wife got off the plane, she went shopping in a luxury store.The daughter dragged him to the auction house again today, and it seemed that the purse was about to bleed a lot.

After taking a seat at the auction house, after a few lots were sold, a Japanese painting from the Meiji period was brought out on the stage.

Not many people were willing to make an offer, and Zhou Hexuan clearly heard a wave of offers full of Japanese English.

Subconsciously turned his head and looked over, is it him?

A well-dressed Japanese old man is the owner of a museum in Chiba Prefecture, named Taro Watanabe.

This person is a communist, a very right radical. During World War II, he was the kind of communist who clamored for the jihad in Greater East Asia.

He has a large collection of antiques, and he is very fond of antiques with strong military colors from the Meiji and Showa periods.

In addition, he also collected some antiques looted from China during the Japanese invasion.

Zhou Hexuan recognized this person because he had a friend who opened a military museum, the main collection of which was cultural relics from the War of Resistance Against Japan.

That friend is keen on propagating not to forget the national humiliation, and be wary of the small Japanese.

These two can be said to be the tip of the needle against the wheat, and they are born to see each other.

At an auction, because of a picture album recording the Japanese invasion during World War II, two people fought and raised the price to ten times the market price.

My friend's financial resources are limited, so he can only hand over to others with red eyes.Afterwards, he mentioned it several times with a bitter heart.

There is no market for Japanese ancient paintings in Europe, and there is no competition from others.

As the hammer of the auctioneer fell, the antique painting was sold for [-] euros.

Zhou Hexuan sighed inwardly, he had missed a good opportunity, and he should have raised the price with one hand.

Soon it will be the next auction item.

The hostess came onto the stage carrying a samurai sword, and the projection on the left hand side of the auctioneer enlarged the picture of the item.

"This is a samurai sword made by a famous Japanese craftsman, and the owner who wore it was a Japanese lieutenant colonel during World War II.

This person died in a fierce battle, and the command knife he wore with him became the opponent's spoils of war. "

(End of this chapter)