World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 327 Initiative

If the president hangs his head.

This time it's a no-brainer.

I guess I'm the last person in the world who doesn't want him to have an accident.

But now I can do nothing but pin all my hopes on the doctor.

These medical staff were very professional, and they carried out emergency rescue on Zong Piao's head. After ten minutes, the thick phlegm in Zong Piao's head and throat was finally cleared out. He stretched out his neck like a big goose, Panting heavily, the doctor put on the oxygen mask again.

After Zong Piao turned his head and body gradually stabilized, the doctor turned to me and shouted, "Get out!"

I stood there coldly and didn't move.

Seeing that I ignored it, the doctor took out his phone and prepared to call someone.

But the chief executive signaled with great difficulty that he should not call, and said, "Give me...another injection..."

Hearing this, the doctor frowned and said, "Old man, you've already had an injection today, you can't do it again..."

The boss held his head but his expression was very firm: "According to the requirements... Do it!"

The doctor had no choice but to give him another injection.

After the injection.

Zong Piao returned to normal within a few minutes, asked the doctor to take off the oxygen mask, and told them to go out first.

The doctor had no choice but to go out.

Before he left, he gave me a hard look.

Zong Piao's face was extremely sad, and he said with a wry smile: "I never expected that the old man quit the antique business for more than 30 years, and the last game he did before he died was broken by you with half a cigarette..."

"Xiao Su, you won, we can chat."

He used to call me boy all the time.

But now I have changed my name and call me Xiaosu.

It shows that subtle changes have taken place in my mentality.

In fact, there was a lot of luck involved in the shooting of the halberd at Poyuanmen just now.

After I shifted my gaze from the shelf, I caught sight of the wooden bed where Zong Piao was lying on his head.

Since the wooden bed was covered by a white sheet, and even the head of the bed was wrapped in a soft cloth, Zong Piao slept with his head on the bed, and his body was covered with a quilt. In addition, the lighting in the room was actually not very good, so I never noticed it.

But when Zong Piao turned his head and told me that the time was up, his hand inadvertently pulled the sheet slightly, as if to cover up the exposed corner of the wooden bed.

I immediately glanced at the foot of the bed.

Immediately stunned in place.

This is a golden nanmu bed.

The preciousness of golden nanmu is self-evident.

In the feudal society, this thing used to be called palace wood, which was something that could only be used in the inner palace of emperors. If ordinary people used it, they would even be beheaded.

In terms of the market value of wood, golden nanmu is second only to agar.

There are almost no new golden nanmu products on the market, but some golden nanmu furniture are all made from old golden nanmu furniture and coffins, and carefully spliced ​​together.But even if it is spliced, it is unlikely to make a whole golden nanmu bed, because there are not so many raw materials.

This shows that the bed that Zong Piao puts his head on now is very likely to be an inner palace bed from a certain palace that has been preserved to this day!

The landlord Laocai in Lu Cenyin's home carries a bag of rice and agar wood carvings. Its shape is not large, and it is already regarded as the treasure of the Lu family.

Such a large golden nanmu bed, and it is still a palace item, is worth enough to instantly kill all the antiques on the antique shelf!
In an instant, I changed my mind.

a tiny movement.

The Yuanmen shooting halberd bureau was broken.

Zong Piao turned his head and aimed his eyes at the Bogu shelf, deliberately ignoring the Song Ru kiln sky celadon.

The way to break the game is really outside the game.

The older generation of rivers and lakes like to play this game too much!
Since I called in, the boss has been firmly in control of the conversation.what did he say.

what I do.

Now I can't let him be led by the nose!

I said: "Old man, I was lucky enough to break the game, thank you for your tolerance."

"Since we are chatting, we should answer your questions. It was the old man who was asking questions just now. Now I have a question for you."

"There is a man in the antique business who has no real body, no name, and no temple. He is just a Jianghu nicknamed 'Old Manager'. I think you must know who he is. Su Chen begs the old man to tell the truth."

After Zong Piao turned his head and heard the words "Old Manager", his eyes suddenly shot out, and his facial muscles twitched violently.

silence……

Dead silence.

Only the expression on the head of the boss, as if struck by lightning, and the sound of my heartbeat, showed the existence of the two of us.

After a long time.

The boss turned his head and said slowly: "I'm sorry Xiao Su, I made an oath to God, I can't tell you."

A deep despair suddenly hit me.

He has said before that if I win, he will forgive me for picking Lao Liang Gang to set up a situation to meet him, and he can save his life and chat with him, but he didn't say that he will tell me what I want to know.

now.

He flatly refused.

beg him?

For an old world like Zong Piaobatou, once he made the oath, it was impossible to pry any information out of his mouth.

threaten him?
This is the head of the Laoliang Gang, a figure of the god level, and now the three of us are in his lair, if we dare to do anything wrong, there will be no bones left.

There is no way.

All previous efforts were in vain.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the collapsed emotions in my heart, which seemed to explode, I took out the Ming Doucai sacred object bowl and put it on the bedside table.

"The sacred object of the Laoliang Gang, the current object is returned to the original owner. Presumably with the broad-mindedness of the old man, he would not want to know how I found you, and how I got the sacred object bowl, let alone pursue the matter inside .”

"Since you have made the oath, the younger generation will not force others to do what is difficult for them."

"It's an honor to meet you today, so let's say goodbye. I hope the old man will take care of himself!"

After speaking.

I turn around and leave.

People haven't reached the door yet.

There was a sudden burst of laughter behind him.

"Xiao Su, please stay!"

I turned around, not knowing why.

Zong Piao raised his head and showed infinite approval in his eyes, and said slowly: "The body is bad, but the skills are humble, the chest is thunderous, and the face is like a flat lake! It's really good!"

I replied: "The old man praised too much today."

Zong Piao turned his head suddenly and stared at him, and replied: "If you say one more thing about him today, the old man will not only stop talking, but also let you come and go. But after I refused, you actually walked away resolutely." , really amazed me!"

"Although the old man can't tell you about his identity, it doesn't prevent me from telling you a story! As for the answer you can find in the story, that's your business and has nothing to do with the old man! Are you interested in listening?!"

When I heard this, I was overjoyed.

Willows and flowers brighten another village!
The boss can't break his oath to reveal the identity of the old manager, but it doesn't prevent him from giving me clues!

I am so interested!

(End of this chapter)