The manager of the antiques exhibition is Taro Kuraki, a senior manager of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Third Master, what do you mean by this?"

The third master smiled slightly, and the situation was under control, "This big D brother is not my subordinate, just a guest I invited over." As for why he was carrying a gun, Mr. Kuraki still doesn't know? Hehe......"

"You" Kuraki Taro's eyes narrowed.

Hong Sanye's words were too poisonous, and he bit him to death in one bite. No one else can bring a gun in, Ding Zhang brought in, and the third master said another specious word, and others sounded that Kuraki Taro had already made an appointment with them.

The people next to him are all human spirits, and they also heard the meaning of the words, but most of them won't believe it, everyone has done it to kill people with a knife, let alone others. But that sentence is like a psychological suggestion, there will always be a thorn in the heart.

But Kurakitaro didn't have time to care about this, Kirlov still leaned on the muzzle of a black hole on his head, which was the biggest insult to this field.

These people are all big brothers on the road, although they are secretly competing, but they will not be brought to the surface, so it is quite safe to shop and visit in the antique club.

What's more, this is the United States, and this exhibition hall, the forces of the United States, the forces of all parties, have been inserted, and every move in it is under the watchful eye of everyone, if there is a shooting, it will definitely be terminated, even the Yamaguchi-gumi, it will be greatly damaged.

Under the balance of forces, the exhibition is much safer, and it makes sense that weapons are not allowed to enter.

But now things are more than you can imagine. Ding Zhang, like a stunned youth, pointed a gun at the bald head of the boss of the Russian skinheads, not only Kirlov was disgraced, but even the Yamaguchi-gumi were disgraced.

"Mr. Big D, please put down your gun and have something to say."

Ding Zhang smiled coldly, "If I put down the gun, I guess I will be killed by him." I thought, beat him to death first. What do you think? ”

His hand flicked the trigger lightly, as if it was going to go off at any moment.

"I won't kill you, don't worry." Although Kirlov's face was pale, he still had the composure of the black boss, "I swear here that I will never kill you." ”

Then, he looked at Kuraki Taro, "Mr. Kuraki, how do you compensate for the losses I suffered here?" ”

"We can talk about this." What Kuraki Taro is nervous about is not the problem of loss, but the life of Kirlov.

"What do you see, Third Master?" Ding Zhang asked.

Hong Sanye slowly looked at the pipe, took a puff, and let out a cloud of white mist, "We made an agreement with Mr. Kuraki that we can't kill people here." So be it! If Kirlov dares to deal with you, I will kill Russia. ”

"Okay, listen to a few of them." Ding opened his hand and turned his gun, the muzzle of the gun pointing downward. Then throw the gun to Taro Kuraki.

Kurakitaro had just received the pistol, and Kirlov immediately grabbed it, aimed it at Ding Zhang, and pulled the trigger, "I'm ******." ”

"Poof!"

The muzzle of the gun spat out a small pennant with a few words written on it: "Build a harmonious society!" ”

Ding Zhang seemed to expect Kirlov's approach, and his face did not change, "It's just a joke with you, I didn't expect you to still want to kill me, hehe......"

"Everyone. I am here to declare that the skinheads are the worst enemies of my Hongmen. Mr. Kirlov, you're in trouble. The third master took his pipe in his mouth and looked at Kirlov.

The bear-like figure suddenly trembled a few times, and then regained its composure, "I'm just joking with Big D, we want to build a harmonious society." ”

"Oh? Is that so? The third master sneered, "Big D, what do you think?" ”

"I think Mr. Kirlov is telling the truth." Ding Zhang stood in the crowd, facing a few bigwigs, without the slightest fear, "But I was startled just now, if this gun is loaded with bullets, wouldn't I be dead?" This is moral damage, and Mr. Kirlov is also asked to pay money. ”

Kirlov's face twitched a few times, if it weren't for Hongmen carrying it, I would have done it with you a long time ago, and you still dare to ask for money?

The third master squinted and glanced around, "I don't think this money can be cheap?" Mr. Kuraki, Mr. Nguyen Van Hung, what do you say? ”

Nguyen Van Hung is the boss of Vietnam, and he is here today, and the few antiques he picked up are all fakes, and he has lost more than 3 million US dollars.

"You negotiate this yourself, as long as you don't kill anyone, I can't control it." Kuraki Taro said with a smile, looking like an old fox.

"Me too."

"Since both friends say so, Mr. Kirlov, you say it yourself."

Kirlov gritted his teeth, eager to kill a few more Chinese people. His skinhead made a fortune by slaughtering foreigners, and now many Chinese people have gone to Russia to do business, and many of them have been blackmailed by him, and they have not done less to extort and kill people.

"A million dollars."

"Big D, what do you think?"

"$2 million. One million for you, one million for me. Ding Zhang smiled, "You can guarantee my safety." ”

The third master looked at Kirlov, "You can transfer money." ”

At this time, Kirlov's mobile phone rang, and his base, already surrounded by Hongmen's people, combined inside and outside, extorted a sum to see who was more ruthless.

There was no way, Hongmen's movements were too fast, and Kirlov could only admit it, "Wait." ”

Two million US dollars were credited to the account, and the third master nodded lightly, "A few of my antiques here are all genuine, and the other antiques here are almost all fake." You don't have to play. Of course, if you want, you can ask me to buy it. ”

The third master smiled, "Mr. Kuraki, according to the agreement, your appraiser here can help me see if it's true or not, right?" ”

"Yes!" Antique exhibitions have this rule, as long as you buy it, you can invite an appraiser to distinguish the real from the fake.

Ding Zhang stood up again, "Everyone, why don't we play a game." I said that the antiques on the third master's car are all true. Do you believe it or not? I bet $1 million, does anyone play with me? ”

24 antiques, all real? How is this possible? Nine fakes and one true, if all 24 antiques are real, then what others bought must be fake.

Kirlov was not stupid and immediately realized this, "I'll bet on you!" $2 million, I'm going to win it all back. ”

"I'll bet with you, too. Hehe" Nguyen Van Hung is not stupid, hurry up and follow.

The boss of the Indian Ah San should also inherit it. There are two other bigwigs, who also follow up with $1 million.

The total amount of gambling money reached $6 million. However, only Ding Zhang bet that all of them are true and he wins, and everyone else is betting that they are not all true. As long as one antique is a fake, Ding Zhang will lose $5 million.

"Big D, do you want me to help you?" The third master reminded.

"The third master still can't trust my ability?" Ding Zhang is very confident, if the system can't be trusted, what else is he playing?

"But, Third Master. I don't have a foreign bank card, so it's troublesome to transfer money. I'll transfer it to your account later, and you'll give me the money later. ”

"No problem. Are you so confident? The third master held the pipe between his fingers, "If it is all in the middle, I will sell all these antiques, and I will give you half of the money I earn." ”

Ding Zhang was overjoyed, "In this way, you will lose a lot." ”

"Money is useless." The third master doesn't care, he has tens of billions of assets, what is tens of millions of dollars?

Besides, he also wants to know Ding Zhang's ability, whether all the antiques will be real, and Ding Zhang is so confident, what does he rely on?