The old man took a puff of his cigarette, looked at Zhang Yifei slowly, and asked, "The 'old guy' you are talking about, could it be ......?"

"You're not mistaken.It's my old man.How cruel the old man is.You're so old and won't let you retire.Is there such a thing to make people so attractive.Isn't it a thing......"

As soon as the words fell, there was a bang, and the meteor accidentally knocked over a good inkstone.

The old man's face turned pale suddenly, his face twitched in distress, and he clutched his heart for a long time without making a sound.

Zhang Yifei was so angry that he stomped his feet and scolded: "Be careful, these are all antiques, it's money, don't take bean bags and don't use dry food, you are a loser."

Seeing the meteor pick up an antique calligraphy painting hanging on the wall, the old man was anxious, and an arrow stepped forward, grabbed the frame of the painting, and said, "This is not allowed to move."

"Why?"

"This is me... It's the old man's favorite painting, and it's Zheng Banqiao's ink bamboo."

Zhang Yifei waved his hand absently and said: "Okay, if you don't move, you won't move. This painting is for you.

Sighing, Zhang Yifei looked at the old man, and said sadly: "Let the old man laugh, the family is unfortunate, there is such an old demon, look at this house full of the people's fat and ointment, he has done evil......

After hearing Zhang Yifei's words, the old man's brows instantly wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

Meteor also walked over at this time, looked at the old man's face, leaned into Zhang Yifei's ear and whispered: "Boss, this old man is from your Zhao family, his face is so weird, is your Zhao family still a nursing home?"

", the old guy won't treat the Zhao family as a nursing home."

"Could it be that your old man is engaged in the foundation, this is the old man's rabbit master." Meteor was taken aback by the idea of his own.

Zhang Yifei looked at the old man carefully again, turned around and whispered: "What rabbit master, you should respect the old man, big families are usually very perverted, maybe he is the eunuch waiting next to the old demon."

After hearing Zhang Yifei's words, Meteor immediately realized: "Oh, I said, why do you look like a yin and yang, it turns out to be the last ......."

Then the two of them did not speak, and looked at the old man's crotch curiously, his eyes were very impure, and the old man's face was already purple, and he gasped, "Your whispering is too loud."

Zhang Yifei and Meteor smiled at the old man, very embarrassed.

Meteor didn't dare to look at it, and hurriedly went to start his own sweep.

The Zhao family in the capital is not only a noble family, it is also a circle, a century-old cultural precipitation, a circle intertwined by power and money, in this circle, there are not many direct descendants of the real Zhao family, and foreign surnames account for the majority.

When other direct children are sitting in high positions, or business predators, or political stars, they are shining in their own fields, but there is also a strange person who is taking the antiques of Old Man Zhao at the moment.

The old man in front of him looked at Zhang Yifei with an incredulous expression. He really didn't expect that the descendants of the Zhao family who were lost would do such a thing.

How many years has the Zhao family not appeared like this, thinking it is strange.

The old man really couldn't imagine such a person.How could he be a descendant of the Zhao family.Even more unimaginable.You are still one of the guardians of Huaxia.You are still the master of the Hongming Sword.One of the guardian saints of Huaxia.

The old man didn't say what his identity was.Zhang Yifei didn't ask.At this moment, he was still urging Meteor to be quicker.

He also knows that what he is doing now is not very long-faced, he is not afraid of others, he is afraid that the old man Zhao will suddenly slip over, and it is very likely that he will die at that time.

Besides, it's too embarrassing to take your own things.

It didn't take long for the room to be swept away by the meteor.Although the meteor didn't have any ability to distinguish between antiques.But he had an amazing talent for choosing antiques.The ones that were too large were decisively discarded.The bags were all small in size.The antique flavor was strong.At first glance, they were valuable gadgets.Not to mention anything else.The blood-colored bloodstone seal on the bookcase alone was worth at least a few million.

"Boss, there are too many things, and one bag can't be filled." Meteor looked at some of the other things, and he didn't know what it was, but it could definitely be passed down from generation to generation.

The old man looked at the bulging bag on Meteor's body and his face twitched.

Zhang Yifei looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the side of Yifei's antique shelf, picked up a porcelain vase printed with blue and white from it, and threw it at the meteor: "Take this, this is blue and white porcelain."

The small porcelain vase streaked a beautiful parabola in mid-air, and the old man was shocked and blurted out, "Don't."

As soon as the words fell, Meteor caught the porcelain bottle and threw it into the bag.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm going to have no problem borrowing a bottle." Saying that, Meteor also made a very kawaii gesture to the old man.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and when he touched his back, he was already sweating profusely, and he sat down on the ground like a collapse.

Zhang Yifei greeted politely: "Let's go, old man, don't tell anyone that I've been here, that ink bamboo picture is regarded as a hush money."

"Sealed ...... hush money." The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, why did the Zhao family have such a demon No. 1.

"Boss, let's go, or the old man is coming, and we're going to be grandsons again."

The old man sat and gasped for a while, and when he saw Zhang Yifei and the others carrying the bag, he walked out. The old man trembled with fright, and said in a trembling voice: "Stop, where are you carrying them?"

Zhang Yifei said with a jerky face: "Sell it for money, take care of a female star, or use it as pocket money for your wife."

The old man was stunned, looking up to the sky and sighing sadly: "Beast, ......"

Meteor glanced back at the old man and said, "Old man, your words are quite pertinent."

The two of them were about to walk out with their bags in their hands, and the old man trembled, and an arrow stepped forward, grabbed the bag of the meteor, and said sharply, "Stop, no one is allowed to fucking go."

Zhang Yifei sneered, and then sneered: "Old guy, I want to eat black."

The old man must be angry, and he blocked the door like a god, and shouted: "Put the things down, these are the ancestral things of the Zhao family, and you want to take them.

"You stop me again, I'll beat you."

"You dare, the king of the eight cubs, I have turned against you, I know who I am......"

Bang.

Before he could finish speaking, the old man was punched by Zhang Yifei.

..........

(PS: You can guess who this old man is. Those who guess correctly can ask Qiu Feng the one thing you want to know most in this book.)