Xu Qing parked the car next to the container truck, got out of the car with his mobile phone and shook it at the man, and then hung up, and the phone in the man's hand suddenly rang with a prompt that the phone was busy.

"Hello Xu Shao!" The man smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Xu Qing's hand and said, "I'm Niu Xiaofeng of Huasang Logistics Company, and I've made a special trip to send wool for you." ”

Before Niu Xiaofeng came, he had to look at the photos of the shipper at least ten times a day, and he didn't feel strange at all when he saw Xu Qing, but had a little bit of an old friend's meaning, which made people feel more cordial.

Xu Qing smiled: "It's hard work, just let the car drive in directly." He walked to the sentry box and gestured to the security guard, and the security guard inside knew Xu Qing and hurriedly accompanied the smiling face to let him go.

In addition to the jade wool in the container, there are also those wooden boxes transported from Kumenling, the Sang family's energy is great, and the speed of work efficiency is really unexpected.

Xu Qing opened the door of the basement and arranged for someone to move all the wool inside, as for the wooden boxes, they were carried into the villa one by one, so that Sister-in-law Zeng vacated a room to store these treasures.

Huasang Logistics Company is a multinational logistics company opened by the Sang family in the mainland, Xu Qing deliberately took out 20,000 yuan to Niu Xiaofeng as a reward after receiving the goods, but the other party refused to accept it, and even left with the Burmese without even drinking a sip of water, leaving only a business card.

Wool worth billions of euros in the basement Xu Qing couldn't help but be a little worried, as the saying goes, wealth is moving, just those security guards in the community are obviously not reassuring, if you want to strengthen the security measures inside and outside the villa, you have to rely on the Tang family's wrist relationship.

took out his mobile phone and dialed Tang Guobin, and explained the situation roughly, there is no need to hide between brothers, Tang Guobin agreed with a little groaning, anyway, he was bored, just looking for something to do.

In addition, Tang Guobin also told him a news that the Muramasa knife had been identified by someone, and it was a product belonging to the Warring States Period of Japan, and it was very likely to be the most famous king-killing knife, because the handle was engraved in Japanese with three small characters of Chiyo hate.

Tokugawa Ieyasu, the first shogun of the Edo shogunate, nicknamed Chiyo Take, his father and grandfather were both killed by the Muramasa demon sword, if this knife is the demon knife that killed Tokugawa's father, then its value is immeasurable, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as priceless.

The biggest gain of Tang Guobin's trip to Myanmar is to get this treasure knife, and his gratitude to Xu Qing is self-evident, when it comes to strengthening the security measures of the villa, it is nothing more than how much money is spent, as long as you are willing to spend money, even if you build a bank vault.

After talking on the phone, Xu Qing ran to the room with the wooden box, opened the box and scanned it repeatedly with the eyes of perspective, because the suicide note of Takeo Akagi said that in addition to the Muramasa knife, there is also a book of drawing knives and flowing knives, I don't know if it is hidden in this pile of antiques.

After turning over for a long time, I finally found a roll of leather paper in a celadon plum vase of unknown age, but the size of the bottle mouth has been scattered, and it will take some effort to take it out.

Xu Qing found a long-handled tweezer and carefully poked into the mouth of the bottle, clamped the corner of the leather paper and slowly rotated, re-rolled it into a paper tube, and then slowly pulled out the narrow bottle mouth, and spread the paper roll on the table, on which were three drawings without any handwriting.

What made him wonder a little was that the three paintings were all of a Japanese samurai with pigtails bowing his head and grabbing his sword, staring as if he was about to pull the knife out of its sheath, but the three paintings were no different, as if they were carved out of a mold.