ps: There's something to do today, so don't wait at night, it's the 29th today, and there are still two days to go, so hurry up and get the monthly pass.

Zeng Gong didn't know that ranch tourism had almost become an eternal pain in Vlachevs's heart, originally, he was still in Las Vegas before, almost invincible, originally planned to win some more money, so he concentrated on running his own ranch, using the advantages of the ranch to create ranch tourism like Blackberry Ranch, this is his ultimate goal.

But this plan is far from catching up with the changes, once his friend took him to Atlantic City, everything changed, he lost all his money overnight, unwillingly embezzled his own loans, to his own place of fortune, Las Vegas tried his luck, and even lost all his bank loans, and also borrowed usury.

Vlachevsky's home is typical of Russian architectural style, a typical Russian-style wood-and-stone structure villa, the whole house presents an irregular shape, and the roof presents an irregular dome, which makes Zeng Gong, who is accustomed to seeing North American architecture, have a refreshing feeling.

"Mr. Putin, your house here is beautiful. Zeng Gong praised sincerely.

"Isn't Mr. Zeng yours now?" said Vlachevsky, with a bitter face on his face and a hoarse voice.

Well, Zeng Gong's face was slightly hot, and he closed his mouth in a sneer, it is not polite to reveal other people's scars, although Vlachevsky wanted to sell them at a good price and specially found extras from Hollywood, so that Zeng Gong could not repay his grievances with virtue, but it was still possible not to fall into the ground.

"That. Mr. Putin, let's go see your Chinese antique. "Look at the pained expressions of the people. Zeng Gong didn't want to mention anything about the house again, so he changed the topic awkwardly.

"Okay. Vlachevsky nodded silently. Suddenly I felt empty in my heart, and the honor of the family for hundreds of years had finally fallen in my own hands.

Vlachevsky's family is a legend of the great nobles of the Tsarist era, and his ancestors are a member of Catherina's generals who can fight in battle, and he has his presence every time he expands his territory.

Vlachevsky sorted out his mood and took Zeng Gong to his study, the sword he said was hanging on the wall of the study, and Zeng Gong saw at first glance the scabbard made of fine shark skin. It seems to be a bit old, but unfortunately he has not studied antiques, and it is unknown when he made it.

"Mr. Putin, is it it?" Zeng Gong asked excitedly, staring at the inscription on the hilt of his sword.

It is it, and sure enough, it is it, a sword that has been passed down in China for thousands of years, a special inscription, the meaning that only a few people can understand. And with the changes of the times, it has been annihilated in the long river of history, fortunately, Zeng Gong's master is still familiar with these, otherwise this pure Jun sword will definitely miss him.

"That's right, that's it. This is the only inheritance that my grandfather left me, hoping that I can carry the glory of the Vlachevsky family, but now I am a bad gambler. It's all about selling property to make a living. As he spoke, Vlachevsky shed a line of tears, and the pain and remorse were overflowing.

"Mr. Putin. Don't do this, I'm sure you'll get better. "Zeng Gong is not the kind of person who is good at comforting others at all. Just dryly comforted, of course, if he was asked to give up Chunjun, it would be impossible.

Not only is the pure Jun sword a national treasure in China, it also carries a kind of swordsman's heritage, although Zeng Gong inherited a variety of national arts, but also learned from others to walk out of their own national art road, but their inheritance is from the Tang Dynasty General Pei, the Tang Dynasty three unique, swordsmanship is superb, for a sword, that is conceivable.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeng, I'm much better now, you better take a look at that sword first, I think it's worth at least two million, and if it doesn't have two million, I don't need to sell it." Vlachevsky glanced at Zeng Gong and didn't know why he was so excited, but that didn't mean he didn't have a brain.

Zeng Gong nodded, and said confidently as he walked towards the Chunjun Sword, "If the Sword is real, there is no problem with it." ”

Zeng Gong pressed his excited mood, took off the sword from the wall, held the sword in his hand, pressed the spring in his right hand, the sword immediately popped out, Zhanzhan like Hua, like a hibiscus out of the water graceful and clear, the carving on the hilt of the sword like the stars flashed a deep light, the whole sword body was like a clear spring flowing calmly, the blade was as strange and thrilling as Mount Hua, exactly the same as the pre-Qin sword master Xue Candle depicted, even if it was a thousand years of time, it was difficult to extinguish its cold light, combined with the inscription on the hilt, Zeng Gong can be 100% sure that this is the unparalleled sword- Chunjun.

"Mr. Putin, two million is fine, I don't know if you want cash or a check. Zeng Gong slowly inserted the Chunjun Sword into the scabbard and said excitedly.

"Well, the check is good, the check is good. Vlachevsky was visibly stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly.

In his eyes, Zeng Gong is a fool, just a Chinese sword, not a Malay Clis sword or a Damascus sword, let alone the armor of a medieval knight, can he be so excited, he is simply worthless in front of the Malay Clis sword and Damascus, although he simply scoffs at Zeng Gong's behavior, but who makes this foolish comrade rich, as long as he is rich, he is a godfather who is closer than his own father.

"Alright then, but we still have to sign a contract beforehand. Zeng Gong nodded, handed over the contract that Karl had drawn up for him a long time ago, and asked Vlachevsky to sign the contract, turning a blind eye to his contempt, as for who is a fool, history will identify.

"Good. Vlachevsky took a quick look at the contract and saw that it was just an ordinary purchase contract, without any text traps, and quickly signed his name.

"Mr. Putin, these two million belong to you, and I wish you to get rid of your difficulties as soon as possible and regain your strength. Zeng Gong saw that Vlachevsky had signed the contract and hurriedly handed over the check he had written.

"Thank you, thank you. "After receiving the heavy check, Vlachev couldn't help himself, and even when Zeng Gong left was not clear, but it didn't matter, did it?

Not to mention how excited Vlachevsky was, Zeng Gong returned to the ranch with a happy mood, and Carl and Sanders, who had not had time to leave, immediately surrounded him, looked at the peerless pure jun in Zeng Gong's hand, and said curiously: "Zeng, is this the Chinese antique that the Russian said, how much did you spend?"

Zeng Gong didn't speak, just stretched out two fingers and waved at the two.

"$200,000? That's a lot of money. Karl looked at Zeng Gong in surprise, he had learned about swords and antiques for the sake of the lawsuit, and it was well known that Chinese and European swords were not a big collection, and the prices were not so high.

"Carl, it's not $200,000 but $2,000,000, but I don't think it's that price, even $100 million I wouldn't frown. Zeng Gong smiled and said, and then took advantage of the situation to pull out the sword, and the air seemed to flow through a clear spring, flowing through the hardwood coffee table in the living room.

"Click. With a clear sound, the hardwood coffee table was silently cut off by Zeng Gong's sword, and Carl and Sanders' eyes protruded.

"This, this" The two of them looked at the peerless pure jun in Zeng Gong's hand that seemed to be a bay of flowing springs, and their necks felt cold, if the sword came to them like this?

"Haha, how about my sword, is it worth two million, to tell you the truth, even the Damascus knife is vulnerable in front of it, this is a divine weapon handed down from China two thousand years ago, called the sword of unparalleled - Chunjun. Zeng Gong looked at the two stunned looks and said proudly.

Zeng Gong was proud here, but Vlachevsky could no longer describe it as remorse at this moment, it was only due to a phone call from his good friend.

"Putin, I have contacted the buyer of your sword, and he is ready to pay 50 million dollars. (To be continued......)