"Zi Long Ding, please send it to Wutong No. 1. Front State Office. I want to collect it."

Guo Hong agreed immediately without saying a word.

Hearing this, Yao Guangde turned into a decadent and lifeless breath and screamed, "What do you mean, Master Tong? Do you want to dominate Zilongding?"

I sneered and replied, "You want to pay the bill?"

"What am I relying on? Zilongding was bought back by my Yao family. What does it have to do with you?"

Before I could speak, Mu Chunqiu, the old critic, helped me speak: "According to the rules, Zilongding should belong to the little lion. I said, Yao Lao Wu, you won't be confused, right?"

According to the rules of the competition, whoever finds the most expensive and highest value item will belong to whomever it is.

No matter how stupid and confused Yao Guangde is, he will not forget this stubble.

"Uncle Mu Shi. Tong Shi He ...... Before I even came, he had seen it first. He's maliciously picking up leaks, maliciously picking up leaks! It doesn't count!"

"Ho! The little lion has seen it in advance?"

The old man said, "I just heard you say that you still grind for two days and two nights?"

"What did you see in the past two days and two nights?"

This slap made Yao Guangde speechless, his facial features were clenched, his heart was like a knife, and he was in pain. The Zhenguo utensils that couldn't be bought with money just slipped away from Yao Guangde's hands, and no one was willing to change them.

Half-loud, Yao Guangde, who was anxious, angry and reluctant, said a cruel sentence from his mouth: "No matter what? I can't let him give him the weapon of the town."

"I don't have to talk about it when the master comes!"

At this moment, the old critic said leisurely: "So, that means I, the referee, didn't do a good job?"

Under the swoop, Yao Guangde's face turned white, and he was terrified: "Uncle Shi. That's not what I meant. You're mistaken, I ......."

"Huh?"

In an instant, Yao Guangde immediately shut up, and his voice dropped to the lowest: "Uncle Shi......"

The old pervert raises a finger!

Yao Guangde was shocked, and his green neck disappeared immediately, leaving only a lonely head on his shoulder.

"I Mu Chunqiu has been the president of Xileng for thirty-seven years, and during this period, I have also made seven or eight Doubao chief judges, all of whom are famous in the family."

"Every time the treasure of the fight is more precious than this dragon tripod. I didn't have a single fork in between."

"I didn't expect that when I got old, I still planted a heel in the hands of this Yao Mansion.

"Since you, Yao Dahanlin, are reluctant to give up this son of Longding today, then I, Mu Chunqiu, an old horseman, will be exempt from embarrassment and admit this account."

"Tong Shi. This dragon is my head......

As soon as these words came out, Guo Hong and Xia Yuzhou shouted in unison: "Mu Lao can't help it."

"Uncle Shi. It's none of your old business."

Then, Xia Yuzhou showed an unprecedented panic, hunched his waist and whispered: "Uncle Shi, this is our Xia family......

"Whoa!"

Mu Chunqiu smiled and said, "This has nothing to do with your Xia family. It's my old puppet who mistakenly became the presiding judge, and my eyes are blind."

"My old face is not ashamed or skinny."

"In the future, I should also retreat and go to purity."

After speaking, Mu Chunqiu stood up and threw the painttube to me: "Little lion. Come with me. I'll compensate you Zi Longding."

All of a sudden, Xia Yuzhou's cold sweat broke out, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, hating Yao Guangde to the bone marrow. ap.

Guo Hong's appearance was no worse than Xia Yuzhou's by half a point.

Don't look at the advent of the prosperous era now, but in the antique shop, the rules of the Republic of China are still followed, and the traditions of the Republic of China are also inherited.

In the treasure fight or the competition, regret is the taboo of the taboo.

If it spreads, not only will the reputation of the repentant be ruined, but even the referee and notary will suffer.

In the competition where the old critic was the referee, there was a strange incident of violating the gambling contract, which was definitely the first time in history.

This is not only a slap in the face of Yao Guangde, but also a slap in the face of the old critic.

You know, that's the old color batch Mu Chunqiu.

The Jindan Giant Demon who has been sitting firmly as the president of the West Cold Printing Society for thirty-seven years!

What kind of existence did the Sirloin Printing Society have?

The No. 1 company in the world!

The last condensation of the literati of China!

The first president, Wu Changshuo, is known as the last peak of the literati, and even Qi Baishi and Pan Tianshou have received his guidance and support.

In the past 1004 years, there have been only 400 people who have been named Sirloin members!

One hundred and four years, the president of the West Leng Printing Society, but only seven people!

The old color batch is the last one!

In today's Shenzhou, there are only seven people who can be called Jindan Giant Monster by the antique shop.

The old color batch is one of them!

"Zilongding, I don't want it, and Mu Lao doesn't have to compensate me."

"The purpose of my visit today has been accomplished. Boss Guo, Mr. Xia, there will be a period later."

Mu Chunqiu pursed his lips and said indifferently, "You don't want it, I can't give it."

"I still want this old face."

After speaking, Mu Chunqiu raised his feet and left.

At this time, Yao Guangde was already scared.

Don't be afraid that Yao Guangde's status is incomparable, but he is still a few points behind in front of the old critics.

Moreover, Yao Guangde is definitely a big name in the antique shop.

This time, he completely offended the old color to death.

offended the old critics, Yao Guangde can still afford to offend. There is no doubt about that.

It's just that after that, Yao Guangde's reputation is gone!

From now on, in the antique shop, Yao Guangde's reputation will definitely surpass me and become the first stinky canned herring!

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, I didn't mean that, definitely not that."

"Uncle Shi, I'm blinded by lard, I'm confused, I'm not a human being, Uncle Shi, don't go."

Yao Guangde, who was anxious, stopped Mu Chunqiu with both hands, bowed and bowed, and the most humble and lowly apology words came out of his mouth.

"Uncle Shi, don't go, don't go, I apologize to you and compensate you......

Mu Chunqiu put his hands behind his back and said coldly to Yao Guangde, "What? Yao Dahanlin: Is this trying to forcibly keep people? Or are you afraid that I will go out and say bad things about you Yao Dahanlin?"

Yao Guangde was so frightened that he was so anxious that he almost cried.