Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Everyone thought about it and felt that this method was still feasible.

Qin Laoer is a blood relative, so it is natural for him to help his brother take care of his funeral.

Furthermore, all the rumors circulating outside are very unfavorable to him. That is to say, the Qin family has been spending money to suppress it, so it has not spread to a large scale.

Now that he has taken the initiative to help his brother handle this matter, it is also a way to repair and restore his personal image.

Of course, they still have to find a more decent excuse for this matter to the outside world. After all, as the eldest son of Qin, Boss Qin was not buried in his ancestral grave due to an accident. The impact is quite large.

The father and son discussed it, and then called in the Qin family's professionals in charge of external publicity to discuss it overnight.

In the end, it was decided to unanimously declare to the outside world that Qin Renqian, the eldest son of Qin, traveled to the great rivers and mountains in Yunnan and Guizhou during his lifetime, which left a deep impression on him.

Now it is time to follow his last wish, so that he can be buried there after his death, and only place his memorial tablet in the Qin family cemetery.

Because he could not find a suitable cemetery, he could not be buried in time.

In this way, even if Qin Laoer is photographed with Lin Yi and others, he can still explain it clearly and gain a good reputation as brothers and sisters.

It has to be said that the person in charge of external publicity of the Qin family does have two skills, and this matter suddenly becomes more reasonable.

After the whole matter was settled, Qin Tianyou finally felt better.

That night, after Lin Yi and his party stayed at Qin's house for a late-night snack, Wang Qiang made a calculation and calculated the date of spiritual enlightenment. He determined that it would be two days later, which also gave the Qin family sufficient preparation time.

Then the Qin family helped them make arrangements to experience the nightlife in Hong Kong. They boarded a yacht and took a night cruise in Victoria Harbor, sipping champagne and blowing the sea breeze.

Once again, Wang Qiang couldn't help but sigh, it's great to have money!

All the previous complaints were thrown away.

The next day, three grown men accompanied Bai Lu to go shopping and carry bags. Their feet were numb and they bought a lot of large and small bags.

In the end, even a man like Wang Qiang, who puts his money on his ribs, went on a shopping spree and bought himself a Panerai watch to wear. In his words, this watch is a standard accessory for tough guys. .

Now that he has arrived at the shopping paradise, Lin Yi, as the "big brother" and the leader of the team, naturally has to express himself and provide benefits to everyone.

With a wave of his hand, he gave everyone a bag from a famous luxury brand.

Of course, Bai Lu couldn't resist the temptation of the bag and shouted "Long live big brother" on the street.

It attracted the attention of passers-by.

We ate some of Xiangjiang's more famous dishes, and bumped into their fans who were traveling on Nathan Road. We took photos and signed autographs, and we were very busy.

Qian Sheng was not interested in these fashionable things, but he was very interested in the antique shops in Xiangjiang. Everyone went with him to the antique distribution center here - Moro Street in Central.

As soon as he arrived here, Qian Sheng's chatterbox opened up instantly.

“I heard from our old man that several bosses of Panjiayuan once came to Xiangjiang together in a group. Not long after I was born, he didn’t come with us because of this.

Later, I heard that the people who came here to do the shopping had made a fortune. There were all kinds of good things here, and they were all over the street. Don’t look at the street, which is only 300 meters long, and all the gadgets were placed on the street. Come on.

When this was still an English territory, cultural relics from the mainland were flowing out. This was an important distribution center, and many good things were missed here.

Later, foreigners began to ban the import of foreign cultural relics without serious provenance. Many things could not be exported, so they were all stored here. They were all real things, and there were also many good things returned from overseas, which they could give I picked it up, and when I mentioned it, it almost became a worry for my old man.

Qian Sheng told the story of the past as he walked.

The things they bought have been sent back to the hotel by the driver accompanying the Qin family, and now they can go shopping freely.

"This was the place where a group of Indian sailors practiced stalls, exchanging various things for money and goods. The people in Xiangjiang called these Indian soldiers Morocha, because they had a big bump on the top of their head, so they called them Ah in Huangpu. Three to one truth. There is also a famous antique street in Xiangjiang called Hollywood Road." Bai Lu also added next to her.

“This place is much earlier than the Hollywood Antique Street. Later, it evolved from a flea market to an antiques market.

There should have been a lot of holes that could be picked up before, but now."

Qian Sheng picked up a pocket watch, took a look at it, and quickly put it down.

"If you still want to have the mentality of picking up the leaks, then the only thing left is to take a look."

A few people looked around and found that there were more new ones than old ones. Some of the stalls had items even younger than the stall owners, just to fool novices.

However, there are also really old items, and the prices are higher than those in Panjiayuan. After a visit, a few people didn't gain much.

After wandering around for so long, there happened to be a milk tea shop at the corner of the street. A few people simply rested under the umbrella in front of the shop and waited for the driver to come.

"Are you from the mainland?"

Just when a few people were watching today's live broadcast, as if they were enjoying themselves, suddenly an old voice sounded from behind them.

Looking back, he saw an uncle wearing a white vest, plaid shorts, and flip-flops, looking at them with a smile.

There was a hint of northern dialect in his accent.

"Yes, Uncle, we are here for a trip. What can I do for you?"

Bai Lu stepped forward and asked.

Abo smiled, put his hands behind his back, and turned back to his small shop.

Only then did everyone notice that this uncle was also doing business on Moro Street.

His small shop is inconspicuous and is located at the end of the street. If it hadn't been adjacent to this milk tea shop, no one would have noticed its existence.

There are two folding square tables at the door, covered with a black velvet cloth, and some modern handicrafts, Buddha statues, thangkas, incense burners and other small objects are randomly placed on them.

A big red Chinese knot hangs at the door.

The store still looks like it did in the 80s and [-]s. Such stores are still very common in Xiangjiang. After all, there is no requirement for a uniform door format.

It looks delicious.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Abo walked out of the store again, with a red-covered notebook in his hand, and then walked towards them with a smile.

Qian Sheng stood up and offered a chair to Abe, who was not polite and sat between them.

Put the notebook on the table. This notebook looks like it is made in mainland China.

The red outer cover was printed with the four characters "Work Notes". Abo calmly opened the yellowed title page, and a line of tall pen characters on it caught the eyes of several people.

"Secret Shopping Group-Xu Baijiao"

Seeing this line of writing, Qian Sheng's hands began to uncontrollably, and he wanted to touch the notebook, but Lin Yi noticed it in time and pulled him back.

"What? Are you ready to start now?"

Lin Yi asked in a lowered voice.

Qian Sheng turned his head and bit his back teeth: "Do you know who this person is?" (End of Chapter)