Iron Soldier

The yacht hotel is full of people. It can be very orderly, with one force and one parking lot. It has different entrances and different personal attendants, so it is safe when entering.

And the forces of you will scold each other from afar, and no one will really do it here.

When Xu Qing got out of the car, a large group of reporters surrounded him and asked, "is Yuwei group also interested in this national treasure of China?"

Xu Qing took off his sunglasses and said with a smile, "if you don't use your mother's words, it's our stuff."

"What price is acceptable to you?"

Xu Qingcuo looked at the reporter and said, "when you interview a company's business problems, will people tell you the bidding price? If you have something to say, don't talk nonsense! "

In today's society, reporters are the most invincible people. Xu Qing is not afraid of them. In the words of crosstalk master, "some reporters are not animals."

Anwen got off the bus. The reporters were a little speechless by Xu Qing. Looking at Anwen following Xu Qing, they were a little surprised. They summoned up the courage to ask Xu Qing, "are you the receiver of Yashu group in the future?"

"I'm sorry, no, I'm an active soldier. I'm the commander of the Middle East anti mutation base. Chairman Anwen is here to support my financial resources," Xu said

The reporters were stunned for a while, and someone began to inquire online. The reporters were even more crazy. No matter how fierce their mouths were, they would not do anything out of line. Seeing that the situation was out of control, Zhu Rou shot at the ground and yelled: "one yard is one yard! Today we are talking about the national treasure, not the mutant! Is it over? "

Zhu Rou stares and points a gun at them. One of the reporters who doesn't know Zhu Rou's temper is still saying, "I don't believe he dares to shoot!"

Zhu Rou immediately pulls the trigger. Xu Qing has something to say. Anyone who comes here today can be killed except the Chinese!

Reporters no longer dare to speak, a group of bullying things.

Zhu Rou opens the way, and Xu Qing's team divides the crowd into the hall.

God once again arranged a narrow road. When he entered the hall, he walked side by side with Abe xiongye. Xu Qing said coldly: "life is still very big, recovery ability is also good. Yesterday I beat you into a dog, but today I can stand up, OK."

Abe's face was pale. He was surrounded by experts and confidence. He said, "if you have the ability, do you want to move me again?"

Xu Qing snorted and said, "it's still useful to save your dog's life. We have a long way to go."

Abe xiongye casts an extremely chilly look at Xu Qing, straight to the actions arranged by the party.

The hall is not big or small. There are about 3000 seats, and each force occupies a corner. The team of Xu Qing and Abe xiongye are the last to come. After Abe xiongye is seated, Xu Qing looks for his own position, which is neither too bad nor too good.

Xu Qing is ready to find fault. He sees that the first platoon is a local force, an army leader supported by oil fields.

Xu Qing stepped forward in front of them, looked around, and looked at Abe xiongye for a moment. Then he looked at the general in front of him and said, "you, go to our seat, I want to sit here!"

With a cigar in his mouth, the general raised his feet and did not lift his eyelids. "Why? Do Chinese people have big heads? " Some of the guards who came with him got up and surrounded Xu Qing. The meaning was very clear. Who had more guns, who had more heads.

There are many people who know Anwen. They know that he is the regional director of Yuwei group. Many people here are laughing. Is there something wrong with the people of Yuwei group? Even if it's a weak army, it's also an army! Even if you Yuwei group is backed by Huaxia, it's also a strong dragon that doesn't oppress the local leaders. Isn't that a death wish?

Xu Qing didn't look down on anything here and said, "I'll count three 1、 Two. " On the count of two, Xu Qing stopped for a moment. The general still looked scornful. Xu Qing stopped talking nonsense, quickly pulled out his pistol, and killed people on the spot. Xu Qing didn't care for the lives of these people who peeped at China's national treasures. Besides, what good birds can be if natural resources benefit mankind and occupy an oil field to raise an army?

Seeing this, his group of guards quickly took out their guns and prepared to fight, but they could see who they were surrounded by? A dozen of them were shot in all directions without firing a single shot. One of them died of vomiting blood on the ground one by one. One of them survived, trembling with fright. Standing there, Xu Qing went up and patted him in the face and said, "go back and tell you what's in charge of the army. My name is Xu Qing. Go away!"

For such a picture, Anquan and Li Honglan don't quite adapt to it, but Anwen has already made psychological preparations, and orders the bodyguards to carry out the bodies without changing their face and heart. The guns are held by several people of Donnie, and Xu Qing sits on the chair before the blood stains dry.

There was no sound in the hall, so everyone quietly looked at the man named "Xu Qing". Because he was famous in the world, he whispered to the people who knew him: "Huaxia is serious, we don't want these treasures..."

If you have a little brain, how dare you want it?

Xu Qingzheng sits on the back of his chair, waiting for Nikolay and Duffy to take the stage.They can see clearly what just happened backstage, but it doesn't affect the typhoon at all. Tamiflu is still the goddess image, but stands aside as a vase.

Nikolay said in a clear voice: "welcome to today's auction. What we are auctioning today is just unearthed cultural relics, which are not officially recorded in all countries, so they are not stolen goods. However, they are of great significance to all countries and have collection value, so the low price will be relatively high. Even so, I believe you can afford to buy them, Let's auction the first artifact, a sculpture by Marcus Aurelius, for a low price of 50 million dollars, one million dollars at a time. "

Zhu Rou stared at the cultural relic on the stand and said, "brother, I know this sculptor."

Donnie said: "fat man, don't brag about it. Is the sculptor who has sculpture works? This Marcus is the emperor of ancient Rome

Zhu Rou spat out her tongue and said, "nice girl, how about not tearing it down? It seems that this sculpture is very valuable, brother. Shall we take it? "

Xu Qing said coldly, "if we don't shoot, in the final analysis, it's a European thing. We don't want it."

After he started to bid, Abe's mouth was 100 million yuan. Every time he bid a million yuan, he doubled his mouth. He was a bit bold. No one would compete with him. No matter how good the first thing is, it's just a brick.

Next came many treasures, all of which came out for the first time. Except for the first one, which sold only 100 million yuan, there were no others less than 500 million yuan. Every force had excellent archaeologists with fierce eyes. They used high-end equipment to inspect them on the spot. They were really authentic.

Listening to the exclamations from the audience, shangguanyan said, "no wonder they are so crazy. Even I am a little moved."

Xu Qing's eyes were cold. He kept looking around and said, "I'm really surprised. Who is the sponsor of Ma? Why don't you show up? "

The real person doesn't show up. Everyone's attention is on the national treasure. Only Xu Qing's attention is on the organizer.

Shangguanyan received a message, said: "seven thousand ghost fighters have been narrowing the siege, the organizer does not appear, hit them appear."

In a low voice, Xu Qingfang said, "when beating Abe xiongye, he was saved by an expert. After a few moves with me, I'm not his opponent. I suspect that he has something to do with Abe xiongye or the organizer. If he appears, cousin, you should join hands with me. Nicole, you six should join hands to greet tianzhicongyun and Yaodao cunzheng."

Anxin pulled Xu Qing's sleeve and said, "nephew, pay attention. Lanting is coming to the stage."

With the sound of heavy breathing, nicula said: "the exciting time has come. Let's invite the preface to Lanting collection, which is written by Wang Xizhi, a famous calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It has 324 words in total, including 21 'Zhi', each with its own charm, no resemblance I have consulted all these from Chinese writers. What's magical? I don't know. The font is good, and I don't know how to appreciate Chinese calligraphy. But it's really a treasure of China and even the world. Chinese people praise this calligraphy in all ways. Therefore, we have a high price for this calligraphy, one billion dollars, ten million dollars each time. "

Xu Qing beat his finger on his leg and said, "the most expensive auction item in China at that time was a blue and white porcelain from the ghost valley. The preface to the Orchid Pavilion collection was just lost for too long. Otherwise, in terms of value alone, it would not be as good as the one from the ghost valley."

Donnie squinted at the stage and whispered, "brother, is it true?"

Xu Qing said: "it's true. I haven't seen it before. It's hard to say. But Xi Yifeng and Xiao Han promised me that it's true."

Already can't wait Zhu Judo: "let's grab it!"

Xu Qing laughed and said, "don't worry."

At this point, no one in the audience dares to ask for a price. They are all subdued by Xu Qing's momentum. They have tens of thousands of regular troops in the Middle East. Who can provoke them? No one wants to be this outsider.

A moment of silence makes the atmosphere here extremely strange. Most of Xu Qing's eyes are on him, but Xu Qing is closing his eyes.

At last, no one dared to speak. Nikolay was worried and said, "I don't think such a baby would be in a bad mood, would it?" As he spoke, his eyes were on Xu Qing, and he looked a little anxious. Seeing Xu Qing's sneer, he looked at other Chinese groups. Xu Qing was also paying attention to them. A Chinese superstar could not restrain himself and was ready to raise his hand