Mo Qingwu frowned slightly when he heard Mo Ziqin's words, and said lightly: "Ziqin, you still didn't listen to what I said just now, I said it, the devils in the United States are unreliable, how many times do you want me to say it?"

Although his words sounded plain, Mo Ziqin could sense that his father was a little angry, and immediately lowered his head respectfully, frowning, and his expression was complicated.

Seeing his son like this, Mo Qingwu sighed lightly and said, "Ziqin, you also know that this thing taken tonight is of great significance, and it can't be touched by this kind of people who are not from China!"

"Yes, Dad, you are thoughtful, but without his help, we may not be able to shoot this thing tonight!" Mo Ziqin nodded and said helplessly.

"Isn't this Mr. Arimo?"

Mo Qingwu said with a smile, as if he had high hopes for Mo Xiaosheng.

When Mo Ziqin heard this, his face couldn't help but sink, and he said coldly: "Dad, maybe Mr. Mo can understand some things in antiques, calligraphy and painting, but he may not know anything about feng shui, right?"

"Actually, that thing is just a gimmick, I value it more than its own value, as long as you know how to identify antiques, it's enough!" Mo Qingwu said disapprerovingly.

Mo Ziqin suddenly became anxious and said, "Dad, but you don't care, others care, there will definitely be many people competing with you tonight......"

"Okay, don't say it, it's the blessing of my Mo family to get it, and we won't force it if you can't get it!"

Mo Qingwu waved his hand directly, interrupted his son's words, and continued to drink tea with Mo Xiaosheng.

Mo Xiaosheng smiled curiously: "Mo Lao, what kind of treasure is this tonight, why is it so mysterious, and it also involves the knowledge of feng shui?"

"Don't listen to their nonsense, it's just a more valuable antique, not so mysterious!"

Mo Qingwu waved his hand with a smile and said, "Actually, in the final analysis, it's just a gimmick made by the auctioneer!

"Dad, this is not just a gimmick, it is ...... in history"

"Okay, okay, don't talk to me about history, I only know that things are man-made! If you want the Mo family to gain a foothold in the capital and stabilize its position, you can only do it through your own efforts!"

Mo Ziqin wanted to say something, Mo Qingwu immediately waved his hand to interrupt him, and said in a deep voice.

Mo Ziqin nodded, and then did not speak again.

Mo Xiaosheng suddenly became interested, and said with a smile: "Although I don't know much about feng shui, I also know a little bit, and I can just follow it tonight to open my eyes." ”

"Do you know Feng Shui?"

Mo Ziqin's face sank when he heard this, he glanced at Mo Xiaosheng, snorted coldly, and sneered, "I found out that there is nothing in this world that you can't do?

"Although our Bianzhou Mo family is cold, we still understand some of the knowledge passed down by these ancestors. Mo Xiaosheng glanced at Mo Ziqin and said without being salty.

When Mo Ziqin heard this, his expression was depressed.

He hated Mo Xiaosheng now, he easily invited Yan Binghe, he thought that with the help of Yan Binghe, it would be easy to take a picture of tonight's baby, but what he didn't expect was that he killed Mo Xiaosheng halfway and completely mixed up the matter.

If this treasure is snatched tonight, then he will hate Mo Xiaosheng to death.

At dinner in the evening, Mo Xiaosheng helped Mrs. Mo take the pulse again, and saw that her body was indeed much better, and he couldn't help but feel a little comforted.

The whole Mo family, the best for him, is this old lady, he naturally hopes that she can be healthy and live a long life.

After eating, Mo Qingwu specially changed into a burgundy Tang costume embroidered with a golden dragon, the whole person was in good spirits, and he looked old and strong, but the crutches in his hand betrayed him, obviously, his physical condition was not as good as it seemed on the surface.

"Let's go!"

Mo Qingwu whispered, and then Mo Ziqin and Mo Ziheng ran out quickly.

After Mo Xiaosheng and Mo Qingwu walked outside the courtyard, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned, only to see that there were seven or eight black cars parked outside the courtyard, and there were more than 20 men dressed in black standing next to the car, with resolute faces, tall figures, and a cold and majestic momentum exuding on their bodies, obviously these people were not ordinary bodyguards.

Mo Xiaosheng speculated that these people were either from the Central Security Corps or from the National Security Bureau.

Mo Ziqin drove the back door of the car in front of him, and after his father sat in, he was about to close the door.

"Wait!"

Mo Qingwu shouted to him in a deep voice, frowned and said, "Let Mr. Mo sit with me!"

Mo Ziqin's face suddenly turned embarrassed, and said, "Dad, I saw it at that person's house for a while......"

"I said, let him sit with me!"

There was a faint displeasure in Mo Qingwu's tone.

Mo Ziqin nodded helplessly, glanced at Mo Xiaosheng with a stunned face, and said, "Please!"

Mo Xiaosheng hesitated slightly, and then got in, while Mo Ziqin sat in the co-pilot, letting Mo Ziheng sit in the back.

Then a group of people rushed towards the location of the auction.

To the surprise of Mo Xiaoye, the venue of the auction did not seem to be in some high-end hotels in the city, nor in those well-known halls, because after the car drove out of the city, it walked straight towards the suburbs, and the more and more it went!

At this time, Mo Xiaosheng knew why Mo Ziqin wanted to bring so many people with him, and the original auction venue was so remote.

"Attention all squads, attention to all squads, strengthen observation, and pay attention to prevent sudden situations that may occur at any time around you!"

Mo Ziqin's eyes swept out of the car sharply, and he said coldly to the walkie-talkie.

"Ziqin, there's no need to be so cautious, I'm half buried in the ground, who will get along with me!" Mo Qingwu shook his head with a smile and sighed, "Old man!"

"Captain, there's a situation in the back, and a convoy has been discovered!"

At this time, a nervous voice suddenly came from Mo Ziqin's walkie-talkie.

Mo Ziqin's face changed, and he hurriedly said: "Don't panic, maybe it's other convoys participating in the auction, pay attention to vigilance!"

Not long after he finished saying this, the convoy behind him had already caught up.

Because Mo Qingwu was old, Mo Ziqin specially suppressed the speed of the car, so it was easy to be pointed over.

A black Audi sedan in the middle of the other party whistled when it passed next to their car, obviously greeting, and may have recognized it as the Mo family's convoy.

"It's the Nangong family's convoy!"

Mo Ziqin glanced at the license plate number, and immediately said with a solemn face, "Sure enough, I guessed correctly, how could the old fox of the Nangong family let go of this opportunity!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help sighing, obviously still regretting what happened to Yan Binghe just now.

Mo Xiaosheng looked out through the window and found that the Nangong family's convoy had finished after a while, and the number of cars was much more than that of the Mo family, and what shocked Mo Xiaosheng was that after all the cars passed, two military armored vehicles came behind them!

"Okay, this Nangong old fox is big enough, and the armored vehicles are all out!" Mo Ziheng said with some surprise.

"The old fox is afraid of death, and he has done so many bad things, and he has many opponents!" Mo Ziqin snorted coldly and said with some sarcasm.

From his attitude towards the Nangong family, Mo Xiaosheng could see that there did seem to be a big festival between the Mo family and the Nangong family, but he didn't know that the old fox Mo Ziqin was talking about was referring to Nangong Xilian or the old man of the Nangong family.

However, since the old men of the Mo family have been dispatched, the old men of the Nangong family may also be dispatched today.

Mo Xiaosheng, the old man of the Nangong family, had never seen it, and when he thought that he could meet it today, he couldn't help but be interested.

After all, his son Nangong Xilian and grandson Nangong Yunxi are both human-like figures, and this old man is definitely not good at stubble.

After driving for more than ten minutes, the convoy came to a huge Chinese-style manor.

I saw that this manor covers a very large area, and the yard opposite the gate is planted with peach and pear trees, and even some sycamores, and the middle leads to the entrance of the vestibule is a wide bluestone road.

Because this manor is so big, it looks like a mansion where the ancient royal family lived, so from the angle of the door, you can only get a glimpse of the ice corner of the entire manor.

At this time, the front of the manor was already full of cars, and Mo Qingwu saw that he couldn't squeeze in, so he asked someone to stop the car in advance, and then walked towards the gate of the manor.

The door of the manor was also full of people, and a man in his forties, who looked white and chubby, seemed to be greeting him, specially beckoning everyone to go inside.

"Oops, Old Man Mo!"

The white fat man was overjoyed when he saw Mo Qingwu behind him, hurriedly walked out, stretched out his hand to support Mo Qingwu, and said with a smile on his face, "You are really making our little place shine when you are old, I wish you can make a difference tonight, please go to the front hall for tea!"

"Good, good ......"

Mo Qingwu nodded with a smile, and then walked towards the front hall.

The whole front hall is very large, and there is a portrait of Taishang Laojun on the wall facing the door, and there are some tributes such as melons and fruits on the table below, as well as some incense candles.

On both sides of the front hall, there are two rows of chairs, and in the middle of each two chairs there is a small table of eight immortals, on which tea is placed, and several beautiful women in cheongsams are pouring tea back and forth to the guests.

There were already a lot of people in the hall, all sitting on chairs and chatting with tea, and after seeing Mo Qingwu and Mo Ziqin and others, many people got up to say hello, and their expressions were very respectful.

"Oops, ink cannon!"

At this time, an old man with gray hair in the innermost part walked quickly towards Mo Qingwu and shouted with a smile.

"Nangong old hat, you old fox, you came quite quickly!"

Mo Qingwu also immediately walked over and greeted the old man with a smile, and the two of them seemed very familiar.

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at this old man, and saw that he was taller than ordinary old men, and his face was somewhat similar to Nangong Xilian, and his gray hair did not show aging, but gave him a kind of detached momentum with a crane hair and a childish face.

Not far behind him, there were Nangong Xilian and Nangong Yunxi, father and son, talking and laughing with a few people in suits.

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at them, and was about to withdraw his gaze, when he suddenly found that a figure flashed behind them, extremely familiar.

Mo Xiaosheng's eyes opened suddenly, his heart moved, he was a little surprised, and hurriedly chased after the figure.