National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

Anyway, he had collected 60 yuan, and he sent someone to steal it. He had a clear conscience, and the other party didn't know the goods, so he could only stop here.

The visitor hesitated, "Then I will take this stone away first. If it is successful, then I will pay you another 40 yuan and take the wooden stake. What do you think?"

"I don't think so much," Tang Lao Er resolutely refused, "I can sell this stone for 500 million."

The two bargained for a while, and the person who came took out another 20 yuan and took the stone away.

Tang Lao Er returned to the office and heaved a sigh of relief, "Nimma, earning 80 yuan so hard... It's really difficult to do business these years."

"It's hard to do," said a voice, "You can sell stones worth more than 8000 million yuan for 80 yuan."

"Who?" On the side of Tang's head, he found that the door of the rest room had been opened, and a medium-sized man with sunglasses came out.

He had really seen the big world, and after being stunned for a while, he smiled slightly, "Brother also knows a lot about the stone?"

"How can you not understand?" The man in sunglasses also smiled slightly, "I'm from Luohua Manor... Don't move the button under the table, I've already poured the coffee."

Tang Lao Er was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly, "Brother, you seem to have misunderstood me a little?"

"There's no misunderstanding," the man in sunglasses sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette, and threw it directly to the other party, "Come on, smoke, and speak slowly."

The cigarette just flew past, hanging in front of Mr. Tang's eyes, motionless... The filter rushed down.

Looking at this scene, Tang Lao Er was stunned for half a minute before stretching out his finger to poke the cigarette in front of him.

The smoke fiddled with his fingers, changing directions, but it just didn't fall.

Tang Lao Er looked up and down, left and right for a long time, with a strange expression on his face.

"Is this still waiting for me to light it?" The man in sunglasses chuckled, and then, the lighter on Tang Lao Er's table slowly rose.

Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down Tang Lao Er's forehead.

He calmed down, grabbed the cigarette, took the lighter again, lit the cigarette, and then released his hand, and the lighter fell on the table.

He took a sharp puff of cigarette, then another puff, raised his hand, and pushed the table in front of him ruthlessly.

The computer on the table, etc., all fell on the carpet, but he couldn't care about it at all, and fell to his knees with a thud, "Brother, uncle, immortal... I was wrong, I'm not a human being, please forgive me. me this time."

May I spare you?Chen Yang sneered in his heart, you have seen the manipulation of the divine consciousness, whoever dies if you don't die?

He didn't have a good impression of people like loan sharks. If the other party dared to touch his restraint, the outcome was already doomed.

He smiled slightly, then nodded slightly, "Tell me, who and through what channel found you, can really explain, I can consider letting you go... It's better to let go of an enemy than to end it.".

Chapter 602

Tang Laoer, deputy general manager of Xinchao Investment Company, jumped to his death from the roof of the [-]th floor on a rainy day.

At the moment Tang Laoer jumped off the building, Chen Yang also jumped from the window to an open window on the third floor - there was a toilet.

Then he came out of the toilet, straightened his collar, and Shi Shiran left.

Opening the door and stepping out, he propped up his umbrella and heard screams.

As a qualified extra, he also turned his head, glanced in surprise, took two steps there, then raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, as if he had thought of something, turned and left.

Everything seemed so normal, no one could doubt him.

When walking out, Chen Yang was not very calm: So, I have accumulated so much hatred?

Tang Laoer took the order from a man from Fujian and Guangdong. This man was a big customer when he was an iron factory. He hadn't contacted him for many years.

In fact, most of the news about Luohua Manor came from the Fujian and Cantonese, and Tang Laoer didn't know much about it.

People from Fujian and Guangdong pointed out that there is a magical valley in Luohua Manor. Whenever it rains, there will be white mist lingering like a fairyland.

He also pointed out that this scene did not exist before, and it only appeared after Li Ning sold the manor to Chen Yang.

He was very sure that Chen Yang had modified some things, and it should have the effect of helping to preserve one's health.

The Fujian and Guangdong people hoped that 01 could get something from that bamboo forest, and he even took out some photos.

The photo was taken secretly, the effect is not very good, some things are faintly visible, but it is not clear in the white fog.

Tang Lao Er took these materials and gave the task to his younger brother.

The younger brother had friends in Baixing Town, and he inquired about the situation of the manor, and even found an inner response.

In fact, the younger brother also mentioned it to Mr. Tang. They all said that the owner of the manor is magical. Mr. Tang just thought that this guy wanted to raise the price, and said that if you didn't have the guts, I would send someone else to do it.

He obviously underestimated his younger brother's obsession with money. As long as he has money to earn, let alone magic, he dares to cut the head of a Buddha statue, and he dares to dig a thousand-year-old tomb.

Today, the younger brother stole something and was involved in a car accident on the road. Tang Lao Er also did not believe in evil, and asked the driver to take him over to meet him in person, which is why this happened.

As for Xuan Tie, it was indeed taken away by the guy who left in the middle, and the guy also rode a motorcycle, but that person was contacted by Xiao Han, and no one knew how to find this person.

In the final analysis, these people agreed that the iron lump, which is extremely heavy, may be the center, and it is the most crucial mystery of the bamboo forest. They deducted this thing and hoped to bargain.

Chen Yang asked for a while, and found that the other party really had nothing else to say, so he threw the person downstairs and left by himself.

Since Tang Lao Er is useless, the one in the hospital is naturally useless. When Chen Yang came to the emergency center, he found that there were a lot of people here. He found the guy based on the "people nearby", and simply saved it with his mobile phone. He took it, turned around and left.

The person's family members were still nearby, and they didn't notice his operation. He walked more than 20 meters before he heard an exclamation from behind.

At this moment, the person who took the spirit stone has come to a villa. If the gatekeeper of Luohua Manor is present, he will find that the person sitting in the living room of the villa is the Mr. Park who admired "Treasure of Eastern Medicine" .

Mr. Park was also quite puzzled when he saw such a stone. Although he could see that the stone was carved and the top was abnormally smooth, there seemed to be some explanations, but... who knows if this is fake?

So he raised his hand to make a phone call to a compatriot who opened a Nam Silla barbecue restaurant not far from Xinyuan Investment Company.

Coincidentally, this person still knows the three brothers of the Tang family, because these three brothers now consider themselves celebrities. After eating at the barbecue restaurant a few times, they heard that the owner is from Nam Silla, so they went to pay a special visit.

The compatriots answered his phone and said wah wah wah, in Silla.

Mr. Park turned his head to look at the passing person, and his face became ashen, "Tang Lao Er has jumped off the building and committed suicide... I am very strange, how can you do business with a dead person?"

"That's impossible!" The man exclaimed, "The one who traded with me just now is definitely Tang Er Er... By the way, you can ask, how long has it been since he committed suicide? On the way I came, there was a traffic jam due to rain. Almost four and ten minutes."

Mr. Park frowned, picked up the phone again and said wow wow, and then his face eased a lot, "Oh, he just committed suicide, it's only been 10 minutes, I misunderstood you...why is your face so ugly? "

This man's face was not only ugly, he was so scared that he shivered, and after a long time, he said in a lost voice, "Fuck it... This is definitely someone from Luohua Manor chasing, I know, I know... ...I knew they were amazing."

Luohua Manor has a mysterious saying, he has heard it long ago, and Tang Lao Er also told him that he wants to increase the commission.

However, when it comes to the issue of money, if there is magic, it will become no magic. He thinks that the other party is trying to use the name of magic to ask him for more money, but it is to dispel the fear in his own heart. Not a lot.

Until now, Tang Er Er, who has just completed part of the transaction and has not received the final payment, unexpectedly jumped off the building inexplicably. What the hell...Chen Yang made the move~

"Wonderful?" Mr. Park gave him a disdainful look, then shook his head.

He had also heard such rumors, but he really didn't believe it. He sneered and said, "It's said that you Huaxia people are unbelievers, and it's true. There is only one god in the world, let the rest go away."

Although Nam Silla is located in the traditional Confucian cultural circle, in recent years, there have been many fanatics such as Yejiao or Dongzheng, and some people have even taken the initiative to go to the Middle East to preach, trying to influence pagans.

The Fujian and Guangdong people looked at him, sighed deeply, and said in a low voice, "If I told you that after they stole these things in the early hours of this morning, there was a bizarre car accident, resulting in two deaths and one injury... ...don't know what you'd think."

watt?Mr. Park couldn't believe his ears, "What did you say? The car accident that killed two people and injured one... couldn't be a coincidence?"

"I also think it's a coincidence," the man lit a cigarette and spoke in a muffled voice, looking very depressed, "A car accident can be a coincidence, the problem is... someone jumped off the building again!"

Mr. Park frowned, and finally paid attention to this matter.

He is not a fanatical believer in teasing, he just has a belief, and he is still in awe of some unknown mysterious phenomena, "Then, go back and have a look and find out... how he jumped off the building. "

"I refuse!" The attitude of this man was very clear, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "Mr. Park, I'm going home now, immediately...immediately! This is beyond my ability!"

"You don't need to be so flustered," Mr. Park said solemnly, his voice higher than his, "you are not sure, these are what the other party did, isn't it? Don't be frightened by the devil in your heart!"

"In this way, I have a suggestion, you can ask your men to carry this stone and circle around Zheng Yang a few times to see if there is any supernatural power happening."

This one refused again, "That's not my subordinate, it's my nephew... Since you don't believe it, Mr. Park, why would you try it with my nephew? Your subordinate, Mr. Park, is not without anyone!"

Mr. Park was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied loudly, "Okay, then I'll send someone, can you trouble your people to follow him?"

The man hesitated for a while before nodding slightly, "Okay, but I suggest that your people should take this rock and find a place to stop...if you're really not afraid."

"Of course there's no problem," Mr. Park said flatly. "I think he should stay near the church."

"That's a good suggestion," this one also nodded. For him, the only one who can deal with the gods is the gods. Anyway, as long as they can deal with it, it's good. As for the local gods and foreign gods, what is the difference?

What they didn't know was that when they were arguing, Chen Yang had already locked the place and took a taxi to come here.

There are not too few people in South Silla in Zhengyang. Mr. Park has already hired two compatriots who are familiar with the local area through the local chamber of commerce. If you drive out now, you will know the road.

In Zhengyang on a rainy day, the roads were very congested. Mr. Park sent someone to drive the stone out, and 15 minutes later, the nephew of Fujian and Cantonese called with unconcealable panic in his voice, "Dead... Mr. Park's assistant is dead!"

This assistant died very bizarrely. Originally, there was a long queue waiting for the red light. When the green light came on, other cars moved, but this car just didn't move and stopped there.

The traffic policeman was on fire, and stepped forward to knock on the window, only to see from the window that the driver was already lying on the steering wheel.

The traffic policeman hurriedly opened the car door, put his hand in for a test, and found that the other party was not breathing.

The nephew from Fujian and Guangdong followed behind the car, and when he heard the policeman say "I'm not breathing," he was so frightened that he gave directions and walked around the car in front of him.

Hearing this, Mr. Park grabbed the phone and said, "After stopping at the red light...what happened?"

"Nothing happened," the man was frightened, and his mood was quite unstable. "Stopping in the middle of the road, what can happen? I don't know now, should I drive or stop..."

"Calm down," Mr. Park shouted, "think about it again, after parking, did nothing happen?"

"Not really," this man cried. "At most, someone came to hand out flyers while taking advantage of the traffic jam."

"Do you distribute flyers in the heavy rain?" Mr. Park felt that he seemed to have caught something.

The person on the phone was a little puzzled, "Wearing a raincoat to hand out leaflets, is this normal?".

Chapter 603

A friend from Nam Silla died suddenly while waiting for a red light. The news immediately attracted many policemen.

"The devil! It's the devil!" Mr. Park finally threw the phone away, and he shouted hysterically, "The Lord will punish you! I will never forgive you, not a single one!"

But the people from Fujian and Guangdong are very calm, "You have to take care of your staff, go to the scene and have a look...I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes first."

"I have cigarettes here," Mr. Park said unsteadily, "Aixi Tobacco, very easy to smoke, the best cigarette in Nam Silla."

"I'm not used to smoking foreign cigarettes." This man gave him a cold look. "It's not that I'm timid. I can't be bold in this kind of thing."

"Then I'll pierce you," Mr. Park really got a little obsessed, he stared at the other party, "You sent someone to steal, I promise to let him know!"