Unexpectedly, I actually met Zheng Shaoqiu and the old man in a wheelchair in the backyard.

Seeing Zheng Shaoqiu, a little rabbit cub, he immediately blew his beard angrily and glared, and later, he looked at the old man, dressed in dirt and scum, and his tone was crazy, and he thought that the door of the mental hospital was not optimistic and ran out, but the result was ......

It turned out to be an earth-shattering giant that could never be provoked!

Ancestor-level figures!

Seeing Chen Yupu, his master, running over from afar, bowing respectfully to Xia Lao like a slave, he felt that he was about to go crazy.

The brain is completely down, the eyes are in a trance, and the blood in the whole body seems to be out of circulation......

In the face of this vast group of people, Xia Lao laughed twice, raised his crutches and clicked in the air, and shouted coldly: "Ancestor, I am still alive! What do you mean by these three bows?"

"Do you want me to die?"

When the words fell, everyone in the Chen family changed their faces greatly, and they shrunk their necks one by one, trembling, and they didn't know what to say at all.

At this moment, Xia Lao's eyes turned, his crutches were raised high, and he shouted coldly: "Wang Junyue!

In just a few words, it revealed an unquestionable tone and supreme majesty.

Hearing this, Wang Junyue walked quickly with his head down, and his face was unsightly.

"Master ......"

Xia Lao glanced at him lightly, and said in a mansheng voice: "You have seen this painting before?"

Wang Junyue subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the "Spring River Map" on the stone table, with large beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and a wet piece on his back, looking as if he had just been fished out of the water.

His expression was the same as Kong Fanqing who was sitting on the ground, and his body trembled like chaff.

"Yes......"

His throat shook with difficulty, and he said something tremblingly.

"Good. ”

"Good!"

Xia Lao smiled.

Although he was laughing, he gave people a feeling of extreme palpitations, like a muffled drum, knocking everyone's hearts.

"It's really good, this is my apprentice, a good apprentice I personally came out......"

"I'm really old, I'm useless, and these eyes have taken ......"

The voice fell, and there was a pop.

Wang Junyue, a well-known tycoon in the Demon Capital and the behind-the-scenes controller of the Hundred Treasure Hall, knelt directly on the ground.

Seeing this scene in front of them, everyone's faces changed drastically, and they were shocked on the spot.

Xia Lao didn't look at Wang Junyue again, even a glance.

"Jade merchant, you've been there too. ”

Xia Yushang is his own son, hearing this, he nodded solemnly, took out a pair of professional white gloves from the leather bag he carried, and after putting them on, he came to the stone table without hurry, and carefully untied the red silk ribbon.

His actions were the same as Zheng Shaoqiu's before.

After unfolding for a while, it immediately retracts and unfolds steeply from the other side.

This technique is very exquisite, which can avoid the time when the picture is in contact with the air to the greatest extent, and plays a very good protective role.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was half a minute in the blink of an eye, Xia Yushang carefully put away the painting, and gently tied the silk, and then came to Xia Lao, bent down respectfully, and replied in a low voice: "Back to my father, this "Spring River Picture" is a veritable genuine product. ”

After a pause, he added: "This painting looks a little incomplete, it should be pieced together, a total of nine pieces......"

"The famous craftsman in charge of restoration should be Lin Zhiyou, the ghost hand of Wuzhong......"

He pursed his lips, hesitated, and said slowly: "I deliberately observed just now, because of the damage, the mark on it is still broken, Mr. Lin Zhiyou is old, and his technique is a little unstable, so ......"

"So it looks like an imitation of the Republic of China. ”

"Perhaps, Old Seven, I fell on my head in this place before. ”

Hearing this, Xia Lao let out a 'hmm' without being salty, and his tone was slightly cold: "What do you mean by this?"

"Exculpation?"

Xia Yushang's eyelids were half-drooping when he heard this, and his heart trembled slightly: "Don't dare." ”

At this time, Wang Junyue knelt on the ground, his meticulously groomed hair was covered with dust, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

"Master, I'm ...... Knowing that it was wrong. ”

Hearing this, Xia Lao narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted loudly: "Okay!"

"You are also an understanding person, not incurable!"

"The antique industry, the water is very deep, it is said that it is drowned, it will not pass, you are blind, there is no shame......"

After a pause, he changed his words and increased the points with him: "However, you are my apprentice, look away......"

"It's just slapping me in the face!"

"From now on, the Hundred Treasures Hall will be closed. ”

"In the future, follow your second brother honestly, go to the Forbidden City to restore ancient paintings, and when the restoration is completed, then go out again. ”

When the words fell, everyone present changed their faces, as if they had been struck by lightning.

You know, the words in the Forbidden City are really vast, forty or fifty thousand must be there, of course, this is only the data on the surface, in addition to these, there are those that have not been recorded, the specific number, even Xia Yushang, the leader of the old Bo, is not clear.

And Xia Lao actually asked Wang Junyue to restore the ancient paintings......

And it's all going to have to be fixed......

This can't be done without a few years of effort.

And who is Wang Junyue, there are many industries under him, and the Hundred Treasures Hall alone can make money every day, and Xia Lao's intention is obviously to close all the industries in his hands, and this loss is undoubtedly astronomical.

Hundreds of millions are no longer a problem.

Of course, these are still secondary, mainly the brands he has operated over the years, and after doing this, they will be completely ruined.

Xia Lao's decision can be said to be harsh and outrageous.

However, Wang Junyue had a sense of relief, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed heavily to Xia Lao, and then got up with his hands on the ground, and honestly returned to the team of senior brothers.

At this time, Xia Lao slowly turned his head, glanced at Chen Yupu with a respectful expression, and did not say a word.

Immediately, he looked at Zheng Shaoqiu again, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth: "Little thing, is this play quite your appetite?"

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu's face did not change in the slightest, and he said lightly: "It's not true, it's just your family matter, I don't mean to make fun of it." ”

Xia Lao's wrinkled face was a little deeper when he heard this, but his eyes burst with a cold light, raised his crutches, and looked at Zheng Shaoqiu from a distance: "Little thing, today you have impressed the old ancestor." ”

"Feng Shui takes turns, and one day, you will fall into the hands of your ancestors. ”

"When the time comes, let's see if you can still laugh!"

"Let's go!"

After speaking, his face sank, and the man behind him slowly pushed the wheelchair and walked away.