Super Smuggling System

base plane.

Cape Town, South Africa.

Haiya Banshan Villa, a subsidiary of Tulip Investment Group.

After sending it back to the transit warehouse in Cape Town, Li Mu took out the goods temporarily stored in the system.

The system deducted the service fee, and he found a few scrolls of paintings from the goods from the Old Summer Palace to take back to the Haiya Banshan Villa.

"Boss." Tulip greeted him standing at the door of the villa.

Li Mu got out of the car and said, "Let's go, walk with me, and take a look at this villa. Every time I come here, I come and go in a hurry, and I don't have a chance to appreciate it."

"Good boss." Tulip smiled, stretched out an arm, walked half a step ahead, and acted as a tour guide.

As for the motorcade that brought Li Mu back to the villa, it had already driven into the garage of the villa ahead of time.

"Tulip, does this villa have a name?"

After turning around, Li Mu and Tu Jinxiang returned to the villa, and found a place to sit by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a good view.

"Not yet, Tulip is waiting for the boss to name it." Tulip, who also sat down, replied, and asked the maid to serve the brewed tea.

After taking a sip of tea, Li Mu said, "Why don't we call it 'Tulip Mountain', which corresponds to the Tulip Investment Group to which this villa belongs, and also points out that this villa owns a sea cliff mountain, which is the private domain of the entire villa."

"Very good name." Tulip nodded.

When it comes to naming, Li Mu's style is either simple and rude, or looks luxurious. Don't expect him to come up with such a poetic and picturesque name.

He personally felt pretty good about the name he gave this villa this time, and when he was happy, he picked up a scroll beside him.

The picture scroll was one of the scrolls he brought back from the transit warehouse in Cape Town. It had been placed in the car just now. When he and Tulip were admiring the surroundings of the villa, the maid put it here.

Seeing that Li Mu wanted to appreciate the scroll, Tu Jinxiang tactfully stood aside and watched quietly.

Li Mu picked up the scroll and unfolded it without any regrets, only to see a sitting portrait of a figure inside. When he saw the figure in the portrait, he said softly, "It belongs to Qianlong."

Like the painting he opened, the remaining paintings, like this sitting portrait of Qianlong, are all pictures of emperors of the Qing Dynasty above Emperor Xianfeng.

There are as many as eight copies.

From Nurhachi, the Huang Taiji he defeated in the Daming plane, to Daoguang's portrait, he has it all here.

The reason why he chose these eight paintings in the transit warehouse in Cape Town was because he planned to sell the eight portraits of Qing Dynasty emperors.

Not going to leave it.

As for the rest of the items, he deliberately asked the biochemical man to pick out items that did not belong to Daming, and they would stay until the Old Summer Palace was brought back to the original plane. At that time, he would restore all the items and return them to their original positions.

However, there is no need to keep these eight portraits of the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty royal family. He has no such idea of ​​identifying relatives indiscriminately, and he still recognizes such people as relatives who he wants to kill.

Qianlong also had nothing to look at, so Li Mu rolled up the scroll and put it on the table beside him, together with the other seven paintings.

At the same time, Li Mu summoned the system in his mind, ready to start the 'Ancient Service'.

After all, although these eight paintings are authentic, but if they are to be auctioned and bought at a good price, these eight paintings are still almost old.

Each painting is at least 150 years old.

"System, start the 'Antiquity Service', and make these eight portraits of the chiefs of the Qing Dynasty ancient."

"Drip, start the 'Ancient Service'."

"The goods have been collected."

"Start checking the age of the item."

"After the inspection, the age of each item is: 150 years."

"The cost is: one thousand smuggled coins for one year's death."

"Host, do you confirm the 'Death Service'?"

Li Mu leaned on the wicker chair and said, "Confirm."

"Drip, the confirmation is complete, and the 'Death Service' begins."

After a while, the indifferent mechanical sound of the system sounded again.

"'Ancient service' is over, and the goods are taken out."

"Start calculating the cost."

"The cost is: 1207 million smuggled coins."

"The expenses have been deducted."

"The host's remaining smuggled coins are: 870 thirty-seven thousand."

When the system prompt ended, Li Mu pointed to the eight ancient paintings on the table that had already been completed, and said to Tulip: "You can sell these paintings at an auction, and the money can be deposited into the account of Tulip Investment Group." .”

"Yes, the tulips will be auctioned by Sotheby's."

Tulip glanced at the eight ancient paintings on the table, and then asked the maid not far away to come over and take them away. After she left in a while, she took the eight paintings away and immediately sent them to Sotheby's auction house for auction. Participate in the auction.

"Well, Sotheby's is good." Li Mu picked up his teacup, thinking that the proceeds from this auction, I wonder if the system will reward him with smuggled coins.

You know, these things were originally smuggled from the third plane, but he brought them to the Daming plane, and then brought them back from the Daming plane.

This process is a bit complicated, and I don't know if the system recognizes it or not.

No way, now, his smuggled coins have fallen below 1000 million, and he has to pay attention to the smuggled coins rewarded by the system again.

Coin smuggling is the capital he will use to do whatever he wants in the third smuggling plane in the future.

Putting down the teacup, Li Mu thought of Sotheby's auction house, and said to Tu Jinxiang, "Remember, if there are domestic bidders during the auction, check whether it is a private person or a relevant department."

"If it is the relevant department, then notify Sotheby's auction house and let it release the water. Don't deliberately raise the price too high. If it is a private person, don't worry about it."

He still likes killing the rich and helping the poor. However, if the country needs it and uses it as a historical reference, he can still help the country under his own conditions.

After all, the eight sitting portraits of Qing emperors, if memory is good, should have been destroyed when the Old Summer Palace was set on fire.

He once saw in a documentary that during the Second Opium War, when the British and French allied forces invaded the capital and burned the Old Summer Palace, hundreds of eunuchs and maids in the Old Summer Palace hid in the largest hall in the Old Summer Palace, and were burned by the fire along with the main hall. buried.

And this hall is the hall where the Qing emperor used to worship the emperors of all dynasties, and there are portraits of the Qing emperors in the hall. Those worshiping portraits are exactly the eight portraits of the Qing emperors in Li Mu's hands.

As for these eight portraits, if he were to be handed over to the country unconditionally, Li Mu felt that it would be impossible for him to have such a high awareness in his life.