Yang Yan estimated how many antiques it would take to fill an entire planet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info can't be calculated, but it's an astronomical amount that hasn't run. Thinking about how much you can earn with this one, you suddenly smiled.

Thank you to the herdsman in my heart!

Dorhe: "O local tyrant! If you spend such a large amount of money at once, the alliance will have a financial crisis! So the alliance will not agree. ”

Yang Yan: "Didn't you agree on behalf of the alliance?"

Dolga: "......"

I'm a few! I'm a few! I agree to have a few!

Yang Yan: "Oh, I understand, it turns out that you just blew an NB!"

Poof, an invisible knife was stuck in Dorga's heart.

Dolga smiled bitterly, who made you brag, you deserve it!

Yang Yan: "I really believed it just now, I thought you were really powerful!"

Poof, it's an invisible knife again!

Dolga is almost crazy, can this local tyrant speak? Why is every sentence so disgusting!

Dorhe resisted the urge to slap the slippers on Yang Yan's face, and said: "It is impossible for a museum to only put cultural relics and antiques from the ancient earth. Even if I agree, the higher-ups won't agree!"

Yang Yan sighed: "Yes!

Dorga: "Where's my slippers!

In the end, the two reached a deal, and the standard ceramic bowls, bamboo chopsticks, knives and forks cost 200 sets. Fifty pieces of various jade and metal carvings. A document of the ancient earth.

Every time Dorga said the same thing, his heart ached. It's all money! I'm not worth it if I sell it!

Yang Yan is also very happy about this deal, because the Galactic Alliance is his second stronghold.

Before the destruction of the Earth, everyone will relocate to the Galactic Alliance, where they will continue to live. It's important to have a good relationship in advance.

At least Yang Yan thinks that the relationship with Dorhe is not bad.

Dolga was calculating with a calculator, and the museum didn't use that much of the ceramics and tableware. Dolga bought it just to trade with some people.

After all, you can only maximize the value by selling to the right people!

Buy at a low price, change hands at a high price! The antique industry has always been like this, and it can be described as a huge profit! Dorhe's favorite phrase is "If you don't open for three years, you will eat for three years if you open for three years!"

Yang Yan couldn't provide the museum with artifacts and antiques from other planets, so he had to figure it out by himself. And exchange is the best option at the moment.

Good things are in the hands of the wealthy, and if Dorge's plan goes ahead, the rebuilt museum may be even more luxurious and precious.

"Happy working together!"

"Happy working together!"

Emerging from the world of illusions, Dolga rubbed his temples. soothed the frowning brow. Then turn on the communicator and start to connect.

"Mr. Jin, I have precious cultural relics from the ancient earth here, I don't know if Mr. Jin wants to make a deal? No, no, no, I don't want money, I want the ancient Herlund flying machine that Mr. Jin collected! Okay, let's talk about it when we meet!"

"Hello, I'm Dorhe, I wonder if Mr. Haier wants to exchange the carvings of the Modo Star Field in your hand?"

......

Putting down the phone, Yang Yan closed his eyes and began to run his brain at great speed. Of course, he thinks in a different direction. Yang Yan was wondering if he wanted to join forces with herders to make a big vote. The territory of the Galactic Alliance is so big, it can't be just one museum......

Soon, Yang Yan gave up this brain-burning exercise. Just like robbery, it takes a lot of time and brainpower to plan and investigate in advance to escape safely.

The world is big, and the meal is the biggest! The fragrant lunch has been served on the table. Yang Yan had no desire to think about something that was useless.

After eating, the mahjong should be rubbed, and the TV should be watched. I don't have to play, so I have to join in the fun. Yang Yan was left alone, so he had to fiddle with his mobile phone.

"Call Morta, please answer if you receive it!"

No one answered, and Yang Yan frowned. What kind of moth is this Morota doing? With a roll of his eyes, Yang Yan thought about it.

Morta has been living a comfortable life lately, and since he became the patriarch, he has led his people to defeat the Sea Beasts. And completed the great unification of the seabed! Not only has he been recognized by the clan, but he has also become the king of the seabed!

Now he is the king of the entire underwater world!

The submission of the Sea Beast Clan made him a hero of the Mermaid Clan. The most direct manifestation is that wherever he goes, there will be a reverent gaze on him.

This made him very happy.

At this time, he was patrolling his territory on a huge seahorse. He was followed by his most loyal guard, the bravest warrior of his chosen clan!

Everywhere the seahorses went, there was cheering.

"Long live the king, long live, long live!"

"Your Majesty, I want to marry you!"

Sounds like these continued, and Morta couldn't help but hum a little song softly.

"Call Morta, please answer if you receive it!"

A voice rang in Mortar's head. His face changed.

It was that guy! the guy who changed everything about him!

Instead of being happy, Morta's heart was filled with panic. He was scared because everything he had was from that man's hands. If it weren't for that man's support, he might have died by now.

That's why he panicked, he was afraid. He was afraid of losing everything he had. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if he would be gone!

But now, this dog ...... The day is out again......

Molta's face changed, and she finally decided to ignore it. He wanted to get rid of Yang Yan, and although Yang Yan didn't ask for anything, the feeling of being controlled by others made Moretta very uneasy. I hadn't felt anything before, but when he became the king of the seabed, it became even stronger.

In this way, Mortar waited for a moment with mixed feelings of nervousness and panic, until the palms of her clenched hands were full of sweat.

Yang Yan's voice never came again.

"Whew......" Morta breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that things are not as bad as they seem.

Yang Yan frowned, he didn't know what was going on at all, could it be that the Morta was killed by someone? The Sea Beast Clan rose up again? It seems that I have to find someone to ask!

Look down and search, well, it's you!

The spring breeze of Moerta is proud, driving a huge seahorse to accept the worship of the people of the sea. What made him even happier was that it seemed that he had found a way to get rid of Yang Yan.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

"Devil!

The crowd fell silent at once, like a fire that had been extinguished in an instant. At the same time, the crowd near the sound dispersed, clearing a space. There, there stood a fish-man with a panicked expression.

"What's going on!"

The calm and powerful voice and majestic face made Moltaa look very temperamental, and couldn't help but obey his arrangement.

The fish-man knelt down in panic, his forehead pressed against the ground, and his mouth kept saying spare.

Mortar told him to stand up and tell him everything. He didn't believe in the existence of the devil on his turf.

The fishman said in a panic: "Just now, when everyone was cheering for His Majesty, I was no exception. But just as I was cheering, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears. ”

Morta's eyebrows jumped, and she had a sense of foreboding. He took a deep breath and said, "Go on!"

The fish-man shuddered and said, "The voice is saying, 'Where has Mortar gone?' Is he dead?"

Hearing this, Morta did not react, but the surrounding fishmen were furious. They can't believe that in today's underwater world, who is so bold and dares to say that the undersea is a well-deserved king.

Even if you are a real devil, you must retreat in the face of a great king!

"It's so arrogant! He should be executed!"

"Yes, find him, hang him!"

"Hang him, hang him!"

...... Morita took a deep breath and looked calm: "Anything else?"

The fishman knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "He also said, ask me if I want to trade." His name is ...... Yang Yan!"

Morta: "Hiss ......"

(To be continued.) )