Treasure hunt begins in England

Chapter 350 Problems in Negotiation
Because the previously agreed location was located in a farm in a valley on the outskirts of the city, it took Liang En and the others more than an hour to reach the destination.

This manor is located on the edge of a clear small lake, surrounded by a lot of plants in the center. If you look from the top of those short trees, you can see the red roofs of the taller buildings in the manor.

Soon, the taxi drove off the highway, and then drove along a private road into a jungle. Judging from the plants outside the window, the plants on both sides of the road were probably trimmed hedges at first.

It's just that it seems that no one has tidied it up since spring, so it looks very unrestrained, and even feels a bit like a wild jungle.

Three minutes after the taxi was on the road, it came to a wrought-iron gate, and everyone got out of the car.And when the car turned the corner and drove away, a young man opened the door with a sharp sound of metal friction.

"Who are you?" After looking at the young man who opened the door for everyone, Mr. Scout showed a curious expression, because he didn't know the young man with the tattoo on his muzzle.

"I am Mr. Nedved's new servant," the young man said with a nod to them. "Mr. Nedved is waiting for you in the room now."

"Okay, let's go there now." Mr. Scold nodded and said, and then everyone walked along the path on the lawn towards the small three-story building.

There are large areas of lawn on both sides of the road, but now it seems that this lawn does not play a role in beautifying the environment. In some places, the grass has dried up, while in some places, it has grown too lush, and it looks like it is alopecia areata .

"Why are you so sloppy now?" Mr. Scudder asked puzzledly on the way. "If I remember correctly, this manor was cleaned up very well before."

"Yes, it used to be very good here, but now Mr. Nedved has a little problem with his own money, and the capital turnover is not enough, so he doesn't have much money to spend on cleaning work." Said the young man leading the way in front arrive.

"I know he's raising funds recently, otherwise he wouldn't have sold this museum to me." Mr. Scudder glanced around and continued. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Sorry, sir, I can't say, at least not for the time being, you can ask Mr. Nedved directly." The young man opened the door of the room as he spoke, and then made a gesture of please.

The hall was obviously a little dark, and the floor and furniture were covered with a layer of dust, but some footprints left between the stairs and the house proved that there were still people in the house.

"It seems that this time the situation is worse than expected." Scudder whispered when he walked to the stairs, because now the whole manor is clearly lacking in care, giving people a sense of decadence.

Whether it is the garden outside, the trees or the room are gloomy in the absence of care, so that walking in the room can feel that the house is like a huge dead body.

"Hello, I'm the new housekeeper." A middle-aged man with a beard on his face said to the two people standing at the stairs. "Please follow me to the study, Mr. Nedved is already waiting for you there."

So Fan Meng and the two bodyguards went to the lounge on the first floor with the male servant leading the way, while Liang En and the others followed the middle-aged man who claimed to be the housekeeper and walked upstairs.

The decoration on the upper floor is obviously more gorgeous than that on the first floor. Whether it is the carpet on the ground or the oil paintings on both sides of the corridor, they all look very beautiful.

But just like the previous situation, this place also seemed to be full of traces left by time, even when Liang En and the others stepped on the carpet, clouds of dust would be stirred up.

Finally, several people entered a study room through a very thick oak wall. The whole study room was about forty to fifty square meters in size. Many large bookshelves full of books were placed against the wall in front of the room. middle.

Just facing the main entrance of the study is a beautiful carved window, and below the carved window is an equally thick coffee table and desk. The seller Liang En and the others are going to meet this time is sitting on a high-backed chair behind the desk.

The seller was a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s. When he saw Liang En and the others enter the door, he stood up from behind the desk and exchanged greetings with Mr. Scudder.

From what the two said when they greeted each other, Liang En knew that both of them were rich second generations, and the relationship between the two families had exceeded half a century.That's why Mr. Skold continued to trade under dubious circumstances.

Since the two parties were very familiar with each other, the greeting naturally took longer. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liang En began to observe the study.

The study room is a common Victorian-style study room. The mahogany bookcase next to it is full of various hardcover books. Judging from the traces on the book covers, these books are not just for appearance, but are often read by people. flipped through.

"It seems that the former residents here should have liked to read books." Liang En murmured in a low voice, because there are too many things for this kind of rich people and all kinds of entertainment emerge in endlessly, so there are not many people who like to read books.

However, judging by the layer of dust visible to the naked eye on the doorknobs of these bookcases, passers-by in this place are obviously busy with other things recently, so that they don't turn over the books much.

Soon, the previous butler and two other people came in and sat next to the seller, Mr. Nedved, while Liang En and the others sat on the chairs brought by the servants and sat next to Nedved. Opposite Mr.

After a brief self-introduction, the two sides talked about the transaction, the most important of which was the whereabouts of the missing cultural relics.

However, more and more questions about Liang En were discussed, because the seller firmly refused to admit that they took the cultural relics in the collection on their own initiative, and their words were inconsistent.

For example, at the beginning, they insisted that those cultural relics were sent out for loan exhibition, but Liang En asked desperately, and the other party hesitated and couldn't tell where the loan exhibition was going.

Later, when it came to the obviously forged bishop's gown, Nedved also denied that it was fake at first, but when Liang En presented the evidence, he claimed that in order to avoid damaging the cultural relics, they had put the real thing in the in the warehouse.

But the problem is that when Mr. Scudder said several times that he had to see those things before signing the contract, several people from the seller were talking nonsense and trying to bring the topic to other places.

"Something's wrong." At this time, even Joan, who was not good at this aspect at all, could see that the other party obviously hid a lot of important information, and what was hidden in it must be information that was not good for them.

"Normal people can see this, but we are not in charge of this, so we just need to listen here." Liang En whispered to Joan of Arc.

He will not forget that he is only responsible for identifying the authenticity of those cultural relics this time, and it has nothing to do with him whether to buy or not.

So unless Scudder asked himself about this matter, Liang En would give a [-]-[-] answer according to the situation, otherwise he would never say another word to make people bored.

(End of this chapter)