Super mall system

Chapter 51
"Put your dog fart." Although Du Ziteng is a little brainless compared to Zhao Hao, he is not without brains. He clearly knows that such a thing is absolute and cannot be admitted. Otherwise, his auction house would not be able to As long as the door is closed, you have to forge hatred with a bunch of people.

But what he didn't know was that when he scolded Zhao Hao, he had brought a group of enemies to the Du family along the way.

"Hmph, the Du family is really powerful, what's the matter? Do you think that hundreds of us who have been in the collection industry for so long are just farting?"

Before Zhao Hao, the protagonist, could say anything, the 70-year-old man had already acted as a pioneer for Zhao Hao.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, everyone, please be quiet first, I will definitely give everyone an explanation." Du Ziteng said bitterly to himself, and quickly ordered a person next to him to ask the auction house's appraiser to appraise the "Eight Horses Picture", and let him by the way Called his father, Dewey.

"Young Master Du." The treasure appraisers of Du's Auction House bent down towards Du Ziteng and hurried to appreciate "Eight Horses Picture".

When they walked up to the "Eight Horses Picture" and took a look, they all stood there stiffly in an instant.

They feel that their IQ has been violated.

"Mr. Du, this painting is indeed a fake. Even if I copy one, I can definitely beat him by ten blocks."

"Hahahaha, Du Ziteng, thank you, thank you very much. According to the practice in the collection industry, I should have gotten it this time without paying a single point. Ah, sorry, I'm not good at math."

Zhao Hao showed a devilish smile, and then he lowered his head in front of everyone and counted, "One zero, two zeros,...eight zeros. Oh, so it was only 5000 million, but I heard that , your Du family has a big business, presumably 5000 million is just sprinkled with you, so start paying now."

"Everyone, don't worry." A rough voice sounded, and then, under the protection of a dozen black-clothed bodyguards, a middle-aged man who looked like a superior came in.

"Dad, you're finally here." Du Ziteng's eyes lit up.

"Well, Dewey?" Zhao Hao turned his head away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The anger in my heart also became violent because of Dewey's appearance.

It was Dewey who instigated Principal Ding to fire him, and sent a gang of gangsters with knives to kill him.

If it wasn't for the super invincible weapon of the system, I might have put my life there that day.

"Dare to mess with me, I want to let you know what pain is."

Zhao Hao suppressed the urge to buy a bad luck doll.

For the Du family, it is no longer a bad luck child to vent their anger. If the Du family is not bankrupt first and the Du family is penniless, Zhao Hao will definitely not use his trump card.

"Son, is that painting sure to be fake?" Dewey frowned.

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"Sigh." Du Ziteng just called out "Dad" and was about to continue when Zhao Hao sighed and stood up.

"Zhao Hao, how dare you take advantage of me?" Du Ziteng said angrily.

"Huh? Did I take advantage of you?" Zhao Hao pretended to be ignorant and shook his head, "Taking advantage of you, am I that stupid? I'm so angry to have such a stupid son like you." died."

"Hmph." Dewey was originally angry because of such a big incident in his auction house, but when he heard Zhao Hao's words, he didn't even dare to get angry, and forced himself to hold back.

His face was so suffocated that it turned green.

"Are you the buyer who called out the auction price of one billion?" Dewey asked, turning his head to look at Zhao Hao.

"That's right, it's me. You are the head of the Du family, right? Remember, you still owe me more than [-] million yuan. You can figure it out." Dewey's condescending expression made Zhao Hao feel very unhappy, and then In addition, the other party is also his own big enemy, so Zhao Hao didn't talk nonsense, and raised money as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Dewey also knew that there were so many celebrities in the collection industry present, and the three billion yuan must be taken, with a painful expression on his face.

But how could Zhao Hao be able to invite him if he wanted?

"No, I'll give you a Swiss bank account, you call it in, and I'll follow you, what if you kill me?" Zhao Hao sat down on the chair, didn't bother to look at Dewey, Zi took an apple from the table in front of him and gnawed on it.

"You are the Zhao Hao who beat my son." Hearing the word "Miekou", Dewey's angry eyes flashed a trace of panic.

He sent a dozen people with knives to destroy Zhao Hao, but the result is that those dozen people are still lying on the hospital bed.

"Could it be that he is from the Guwu family?" Dewey's legs trembled uncontrollably.

For the Guwu family, the lethality of these words is too terrifying.

Not to mention that he owns more than one billion, and he is the head of a family with a property of 100 billion.Even if he has 500 billion, in the eyes of the Guwu family, I am afraid he can barely be regarded as a scum.

"No, his parents have lived in the countryside for decades, so it is absolutely impossible for him to be from the Guwu family, so he is just a lucky person who has obtained a little bit of Guwu inheritance."

Only then did Dewey's heart calm down, and a faint murderous intent appeared in Zhao Hao's eyes.

"Okay, come here and tell me your Swiss bank account number, and I'll transfer the money to you right away."

"Okay." Zhao Hao slowly walked to Dewey's side while gnawing on the apple.

"Well, this." Zhao Hao entered the account number into his copycat computer and put it in front of Dewey.

"Hehe, okay, I'll transfer the money to you right away, but I can't know if you still have life flowers." Dewey's extremely low voice was full of murderous intent.

"Wow, I'm so scared, what should I do." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and leaned into Dewey's ear, "I just don't know who will be wiped out first, me or your Du family, let's wait and see."

"Hehe, young man, you are too arrogant."

"Immortal, you are too old."

Seeing a text message on the phone, reminding that the money has arrived, Zhao Hao didn't even give Dewey a chance to retaliate, turned his head and walked back to his seat.

"Mengyuan, come on, my [-] million painting." Zhao Hao stretched out his hand.

"Hehe, no more." Shen Mengyuan smiled and shook her head.

"No?" Zhao Hao grinned, "It's fine if you don't, or else it's my betrothal gift for you?"

"If I want to make you beautiful, I'm only worth [-] million?" Shen Mengyuan rolled her eyes.

"Then how much dowry do you want, say the number, I must give it."

"Can I measure it with money?" Shen Mengyuan knew that she had jumped into the hole Zhao Hao dug for herself, and asked with wide eyes.

"Hehe." Zhao Hao smiled without saying a word, stretched out his hand and took back the painting worth [-] million.

(End of this chapter)