ps: I saw a lot of criticism today.,We also know that we have a lot of hard wounds.,Alas,This novel can't change anything.,I can only pay attention to it in the future creation.,Thank you for your criticism.,But don't forget the monthly pass.,It's going to be April soon.。

"This" Vlachevsky hesitated, now I really don't know how to set the price, since the winter, the transaction of pasture land has long been in a downturn, there are very few people like Zeng Gong who frequently buy land, set it high, Zeng Gong will not agree, set it low, it is simply far from quenching the thirst.

"Why Mr. Putin, don't you want to sell it? Then forget it, I still have to prepare some materials to buy the Yellowstone Valley land from the state government, what do you think?" Zeng Gong pressed forward step by step, not wanting him to have time to think.

"Very good, very good, the land in the Yellowstone Valley is very fertile, I congratulate Mr. Zeng in advance. Vlachevsky nodded subconsciously, and then pushed the question to Zeng Gong in distress, "I don't know how much Mr. Zeng thinks my ranch can accept?"

"How about the same as Powell's Oak Farm? Your ranch is a little smaller than Powell's farm, and I think the sugar maple trees still have some economic value. Zeng Gong looked at Vlachevsky with some amusement, and immediately gave a price that he thought was reasonable.

"Mr. Zeng, can you mention that there is a small lake in my ranch, and it is very convenient to water it every time, and it doesn't require too much labor at all. Vlachev asked in a low voice, because the price Zeng Gong gave did not match the price he had in mind, and it was only enough to repay the loan shark. He didn't want to go from a rancher to a beggar all of a sudden.

"Little lake? Mr. Putin, look at me, isn't there a small lake here? I don't think there are as many lakes in Montana combined, and my ranch doesn't need to be watered at all. Do you think your conditions will appeal to me? If I divert the course of the Qinglian River, I don't know when your little lake will dry up?" Zeng Gong said teasingly, with sarcasm.

"If Mr. Putin is not sincere in negotiating, there is no need for us to talk about it again. As he spoke, Zeng Gong was about to pick up the coffee in his hand.

"No, no, Mr. Zeng, you can't do this, my price is already very sincere, you can't leave me a little living expenses, if it is according to the price you said. I don't have anything left, and I guess I'll be living in the almshouse tomorrow. When Vlachewski heard Zeng Gong say this, he responded nervously.

"Why can't I do this? Mr. Putin, can you tell me?" Zeng Gong said with a sneer, although he also went in and out of the casino, he looked down on this kind of rotten gambler the most.

"Our two countries are friendly countries, and we should be unanimous with the outside world. Vlachevsky said weakly.

"Friendly countries? China and the United States are still friendly countries, so why don't I give Bob a preferential treatment." Zeng Gong laughed for a while, and didn't want to ink with him a little.

"Zeng, you can't say that. Our two countries are united in the outside world, especially the United States, and we should be united in a foreign country now. Vlachevsky and Zeng Gong said hypocritically.

"Really?" Zeng Gong sneered, Huo Ran got up and said to Vlachevsky: "Mr. Putin." If you don't want to sell, you can go home and rest, there are still many things to do on the ranch. I really can't stay with you here, and I'll come back when you figure it out. ”

"Okay. You won once, and I agreed to the price you said. I wonder if you want antiques from your country?" Vlachevsky was a little depressed, and finally threw out his last treasure, a Chinese antique, hoping to sell it for a good price to make up for his shortfall.

This antique is a sword, it is said that when the Eight-Nation Alliance, Vlachevsky's great-grandfather, in the chaos robbed a prince's mansion and got a lot of things, including this sword, and the other treasures were either sold or lost in the passage of time, leaving only this sword, which was passed to Vlachevsky's hands.

"Oh, I don't know what it is, but I'll take a look before I speak. Zeng Gong was immediately aroused by Vlachevsky's interest and said with a little ease.

"This is a sword, I promise not to disappoint you, you look at its photos first, how beautiful, how quaint, it is simply the king of swords. Vlachevsky breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he was prepared, otherwise the guy from Las Vegas would have killed him.

Vlachevsky handed his mobile phone to Zeng Gong, he didn't bring it with him, if it was really valuable, there was a little damage, then he really wanted to cry without tears.

The pixel of the mobile phone is good, and he hasn't seen the sword body clearly, but the inscription on the hilt of the sword suddenly made him stunned on the spot: when this sword, the mountain of red pansy broke out of the tin; the stream of Ruoye, dried up and came out of copper; the rain master swept and sprinkled, and the thunder gong struck the sword; the dragon held the furnace, and the emperor of heaven loaded the charcoal; too much to look at, the heavenly spirit descended.

This is pure Jun, the hand is vibrating, and its splendor is like a hibiscus. Look at its sparkle, rotten like the stars of the line, look at its light, muddy like the overflow of water in the pond, look at its break, rock like a trivial stone, look at its talent, glow like ice release. Zeng Gong could hardly help himself, and kept urging himself in his heart, he must get it, get it, but he still tried to calm himself down, how can our Chinese baby be cheap to the Russian in front of him.

"How is it, Mr. Zeng?" Vlachevsky saw Zeng Gong's slightly distorted expression, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, knowing that he finally didn't have to be a beggar.

"He's very good, he's a good sword, as for whether it's an antique or not, first of all, I have to see the real thing, and the antique thing must be seen to be believing, otherwise who knows if it's a fake." Zeng Gong was ambiguous and said vaguely.

"Once, I swear by our family name that this sword is definitely antique, and that my great-grandfather brought it back from China. Vlachevsky said that his great-grandfather was quite proud.

Zeng Gong's face turned dark when he heard this, and it was your ancestor who robbed us of our things, and you, the descendant of the next generation, still sold it to us with a shy face, you really have a face, this is to make a transaction in your own home, if it is in the wilderness, Zeng Gong can't help but do it.

"Mr. Putin, I don't care if you swear by your family's surname, if you can't see the real thing, I don't dare to buy it, what if it's fake, and China's bronze swords are unpopular collections in the world and even in China, and the market value is not high, you have to be mentally prepared. Zeng Gong can only pinch his nose now and admit it, whether it is true or not, he must see it, this is pure Jun.

"Well, as you wish. Hearing Zeng Gong's reminder, Vlachewski nodded disappointedly.

He once brought the Chunjun sword to Christie's in New York for auction, but it was identified as a fake from a hundred years ago, and it was not worth collecting at all, and Christie's did not allow him to auction it, so he collected it at this time. However, this is also understandable, among which the inscriptions on the hilts of China's top ten famous swords are simply allogeneous characters, and there are no such words in history, but they are passed down by word of mouth.

Vlachevsky took Zeng Gong to his Red Maple Ranch, where the Chunjun Sword was stored.

Zeng Gong came to the Red Maple Ranch for the first time, and he only saw it from a distance before, but he didn't expect that this Red Maple Ranch had a mystery, and there was a low hill near the periphery of the ranch, which was not steep, not majestic, and beautiful like the most traditional gentle woman in the south of the Yangtze River.

The mountain is full of red leaves, the forest is dyed, the forest path is also paved with red leaves, a zigzag from the green lotus pasture into the red maple pasture, just around the mountain around the water, there is a small waterfall faintly on the top of the mountain. Accustomed to seeing the beautiful and majestic scenery of Qinglian Ranch, the small clarity brought here can't help but make Zeng Gong feel refreshed.

"Mr. Putin, you have a good scenery here, how did you think of selling it, it is said that now ranch tourism is a good idea. Zeng Gong said to Vlachevsky with a little regret.

"Mr. Zeng, let's take a look at Chinese antiques. Vlachevsky's face was a little ugly, and he said to Zeng Gong embarrassedly. (To be continued......)