"I think the two of them ...... By Team Zhou's side, I can learn a lot, so ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the corners of Zhou Hao's mouth raised a cold arc, and he said lightly: "Didn't you say before that the Kong family was the first in China, what can you learn by my side?"

"It's ridiculous. ”

Kong Fan laughed twice when he heard this, he didn't know what to say, he scratched his head a little crampedly, he didn't have the previous flying and domineering at all, and he looked like an employee who had been reprimanded by the boss.

Zhou Hao put his hands behind his back, turned his gaze, looked at Zheng Shaoqiu, and chuckled twice: "I don't think you should take the first place, it's better to be second." ”

"Because the first ...... Really, not worthy of you. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at Kong Fan next to him, who was like a mourning examiner, and said lightly: "Not bad." ”

Hearing this, Kong Fan's lips moved, but he didn't dare to say anything, with a stiff smile on his face, he laughed silly twice.

At this moment, a tidal wave of applause suddenly sounded.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a faltering old man came slowly under the careful support of Qin Wanyu.

In an instant, Zhou Hao put away the cynical look on his face, and was extremely solemn, and Wang Wei on the side also subconsciously straightened his waist and returned to his normal color.

"Let's go. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded heavily when he heard this, and walked over quickly.

After the figures of the three disappeared, Kong Fan let out a long breath, but in just a few minutes, it gave him a feeling of suffocation, and he was sweating profusely.

After hesitating in place for a while, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, he stepped forward cautiously.

Bright lights poured down, the long table was covered with soft white brocade, and in the corner there were thousands of gift boxes, all of which were the hearts of the guests who came to celebrate their birthdays.

At this time, there are several old men who are over half a hundred years old, who are responsible for sorting and sorting these objects one by one.

The 100 shortlisted treasures were placed on white brocade for the old god of war to check and appreciate.

The atmosphere on the field became quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Step by step, the old god of war walked to the long table, next to him was Xia Lao, a living fossil in a wheelchair, who was responsible for telling the old god of war about the origin of each treasure.

These two are both Chinese national treasures, and along the way, everyone present subconsciously held their breath and stared, and they didn't even dare to come out.

The god of war has been fighting horses all his life, and he has suffered a lot of irreparable dark diseases before, and in addition to his age, his body and bones are not as good as day by day, and he can live until now, and he really has his own providence in the dark.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, and between his expectations, his eyes were bright.

Maybe it has something to do with the hobby of the old god of war, after walking a distance, those congratulatory gifts on the table almost have no hands.

The ancient jade sold by Zheng Shaoqiu before, as well as the bronze tripod, Xu Beihong's paintings and other treasures of immeasurable value, the old god of war just glanced at it lightly, nodded faintly, and didn't say anything.

It was the halberd of the husband, as well as the rest of the cold weapons, and the old man was a little interested.

After taking two more steps, the old god of war stood still in front of the halberd, and in the eyes of everyone, he slowly stretched out his hand, rubbed it gently, and after a while, he nodded.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the rich man who gave his husband's halberd couldn't stop laughing.

Then, the old god of war continued on his way, stopping next to a bronze sword covered in rust.

Seeing this, Xia Lao smiled and whispered a few words, and the old god of war nodded quietly while listening, but he didn't take his hand.

Soon, the old god of war stood in front of a flintlock pistol again, but this thing was not unearthed in Huaxia, but from a Tibetan country.

At a cursory glance, the length was about fifty centimeters, and the handle was very long, thirty-five centimeters, with sharp lines and stunning arcs.

You know, this is a product of the 18th century, and with the manufacturing standards of the time, it is really a precious thing to be able to process it so pleasing to the eye.

What's even more amazing is that the end of the barrel is depicted with extremely intricate and exquisite lines, which are lifelike.

This is not only a murderous weapon, but also a rare work of art.

The old god of war was a little interested, and after listening to Xia Lao's words, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he slowly stretched out his hand, casually took the flintlock pistol in his hand, and said a rare word.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Hearing the old god of war mention the owner of this gun, all the guests showed envy in their eyes.

Then, a middle-aged man stepped forward quickly, his face turned the color of pig liver, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

His name is Xu Xueming, and this gun was seen in the Rooster Country before, and it took 130,000 euros to collect it in his pocket.

He himself is also very obsessed with firearms, originally this gun was intended to be kept as a family heirloom, but after learning about the birthday of the old god of war, he did not hesitate to give it away.

He grew up listening to the deeds of the old god of war, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a die-hard fan.

"Yes. ”

The old god of war nodded faintly and said lightly.

This sentence suddenly sounded in Xu Xueming's ears like a heavenly sound, he trembled with excitement, a man in his forties, in front of everyone, directly wiped his tears.

At this moment, the old god of war continued to walk forward, and saw a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures, all of which were extremely rare objects in ordinary times.

Dog treasure is very valuable and can be used in medicine.

The three-hundred-year-old ginseng is even more rare, and it has a very good warming effect on qi and blood.

and the jelly-like purple Tai Sui, which costs less than money.

The old god of war nodded as he walked, then slowly stretched out his hand, put it under his nose, and sniffed it gently.

"There's an old saying that you can't break ground on your head anymore. ”

The old god of war rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "But in my opinion, it's not a big deal, it's just a matter of eating, eating, eating." ”

When the words fell, there was a burst of echo on the field, and every guest nodded in agreement.

The three treasure givers of the medicinal herbs all stood up and looked at the old god of war with excitement.

The old god of war's gentle gaze looked at their faces for a moment, and then said unhurriedly: "These are rare medicinal materials, I am going to donate them to institutions that need them, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xue and the other two bowed their heads slightly, and replied respectfully: "The old god of war can be disposed of at will." ”

Immediately afterwards, the old god of war walked forward again, his steps staggered, but his eyes were bright, his hair was full of frost, and under the light of the light, he exuded a palpitating rigidity.

Then, he slowly stood in front of the pistol, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, but he didn't get his hands on it again.