Chapter 209: The Mysterious Origin of the Ghost King Bottle

In the corridor, the little cousin stood quietly, her brows furrowed tightly, and her heart seemed very entangled. At this time, she didn't know who to give the black bottle to, on the one hand, the company that controlled her future, and on the other hand, her relatives......

No matter who it is given to, it will offend the other person, and both sides will not please it.

"Konishi, you have to think clearly. At this time, Sister Ke said calmly, her voice was a little cold.

However, Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "Xiaoxi, didn't you say that you bought this black bottle at the train station? But what about the original situation, as I said before, this black bottle was originally my friend's ancestral heirloom, but for some reason, it fell into the hands of your eldest cousin and nephew. Now, my friend wants to redeem it, after all, it is an ancestral thing, although it is not worth a few dollars, but there is a feeling in it......"

"Mr. Zhao, I understand. The little cousin nodded and said.

"It's good if you understand, as for your eldest cousin's friend, I will also compensate for one or two, you don't have a psychological burden on this, won't this problem be solved?" Mr. Zhao said with a smile, and seemed to see the embarrassment of the little cousin.

At this time, the little cousin looked at Feng Qingyan, although she didn't speak, but there was an inquiry in her eyes.

"Mr. Feng, look at this, I will compensate your friend with 50,000 yuan. Fifty thousand yuan is already a lot, after all, this black bottle was not your friend's thing in the first place, it just passed through your friend's hands...... "Mr. Zhao doesn't want to drag it out any longer, and he will not be out for a short time now, I'm afraid Zhang Tianshi is already in a hurry."

At this time, I don't want to argue with the other party anymore and want to spend money to solve the problem. In his opinion, the other party is entangled, and he just wants to extort a sum of money from him.

Feng Qingyan didn't pay attention to Mr. Zhao, and said to his little cousin: "Little cousin, show me the black bottle, how about it?"

The little cousin didn't say anything either. Immediately take the Ghost King bottle out of your backpack.

"Xiaoxi, don't give it, you are really a person, you will do whatever others say. There is not a bit of autonomy. At this time, Sister Ke hurriedly stopped and said, her tone was quite displeased, and there was some blame and a lesson.

Feng Qingyan glanced at Sister Ke again, and then took the ghost king bottle in the little cousin's hand. There was a cold feeling immediately when I started it, and it was a little heavy. The Ghost King Bottle is about ten centimeters tall and three or four centimeters wide, which is about the same as an ordinary small medicine bottle, but slightly larger. However, the Ghost King Bottle is completely black, and it seems to be carved from a piece of black jade, with some obscure and strange textures carved on it......

Hey, this thing, it seems......

Then. Feng Qingyan immediately felt that the Ghost King Bottle was not simple, and he was also a little curious about the Ghost King Bottle, and then asked, "Little cousin, have you ever opened it?"

"No, it can't be opened, I tried. ā€

The little cousin shook her head and said, then asked, "Big cousin, is this black bottle the one your friend lost?"

Feng Qingyan nodded and continued to look at the Ghost King Bottle. I'm trying to open it. However, he twisted the cap of the bottle, and he really couldn't find it, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised. Could it be this ghost king bottle. Need a special way to open the cap?

At this time, Mr. Zhao frowned, glanced at his little cousin, and said, "Xiaoxi, what are you going to do with this black bottle?"

"I—I don't know. The little cousin said weakly.

Mr. Zhao heard. His brows furrowed even more, he just said it so clearly, don't you know how to do it?

At this time, Sister Ke had a kind of hatred for iron but not steel, and said again: "Xiaoxi, do you still need to think about this? Naturally, it will be handed over to Mr. Zhao, will Mr. Zhao still treat you badly?"

"I, I, but ......"

The little cousin's brain was a little messy, and she didn't want to offend both sides, but she didn't think of the best of both worlds, so she could only get tangled.

"Mr. Zhao, although Gu Xi is a generation older than me, she is still young and a little girl, you can tell me anything. However, since you say that the black bottle is your friend's ancestral heirloom, then I will go and meet him and see what he has to say. If it is really your friend's ancestral heirloom, don't worry, I won't take a penny, and I will give it with both hands, how about it?" Feng Qingyan said lightly, and he didn't want to embarrass his little cousin too much, which could be regarded as a compromise solution.

"Okay, so be it. Mr. Zhao nodded.

"Hehe, don't take a penny, I think I want to get more, right?" Sister Ke sneered.

At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't bother to pay attention to her, and directly treated her as transparent, and then walked into a room with Mr. Zhao.

In the room, the smell of tea fills the air.

In front of the coffee table, a middle-aged man sat quietly, looking a little old-fashioned.

Zhang Daogu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Zhao walking in with a few people, just now he thought something had happened.

"Mr. Zhang, something has been brought. ā€

At this time, Mr. Zhao smiled and said, and then whispered a few words in Zhang Daogu's ear.

At this time, Zhang Daogu's eyes also fell on Feng Qingyan's body. Because Feng Qingyan's body exuded a special aura, he couldn't ignore the other party at all, and at the same time, he was a little curious about who the other party was.

However, when he listened to Mr. Zhao's words, his brows couldn't help frowning.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was not polite, sat down opposite Zhang Daogu, glanced at the coffee table, took a deep breath, and said: "The tea is good, but the tea brewed is worse." ā€

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he was a little displeased, because he made this tea. Then, he heard Feng Qingyan look at Zhang Daogu and say, "Presumably, this is Mr. Zhao's friend, Mr. Zhang." ā€

"Contemptible Zhang Daogu, I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

Zhang Daogu said quietly, his voice a little dry.

"Feng Qingyan. Feng Qingyan said, and then began to boil water to make tea, the movements were very skillful, and every move seemed very natural, giving people a pleasing feeling.

Zhang Daogu watched quietly and did not speak.

Zhang Daogu didn't speak, and Mr. Zhao couldn't speak out loud, but Sister Ke wanted to speak up, but was stopped by Mr. Zhao.

At this time, everyone sat quietly and watched Feng Qingyan make tea.

After a while, the aroma of tea permeated again, refreshing and refreshing.

"Mr. Zhang, please, how about trying the tea I made?" Feng Qingyan smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Daogu was not polite, picked up a cup and tasted it carefully, and after a while, his face was slightly stunned, and then said, "Good tea." ā€

"Good tea?" Sister Ke was puzzled for a moment, and also picked up a cup and drank it, but she didn't know what was good, only Zhang Daogu's kind words. However, after Mr. Zhao drank it, he felt that the tea seemed to be a little different, but he didn't know what the difference was.

As for the little cousin, drinking tea is like drinking water.

However, at this time, Feng Qingyan is the host, as if he is entertaining guests.

…… (To be continued.) )