Bu Wenzhong did not rush to give a reply, but picked up the place in front of him, took a small bite elegantly with an extremely stretched attitude, and then nodded, and said two words with a comfortable face: "Good tea."

Zhang Wenzhong's attitude made the five rì in the VIP room grit their teeth with hatred, but they only dared to scold a few words secretly in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction or resentment in front of Zhang Wenzhong, and even had to plead with a smile, after all, the two national treasure-level cultural relics were still in Zhang Wenzhong's hands. Now. These five rì themselves are ready to be slaughtered by Zhang Wenzhong. In their opinion, as long as they can buy these two national treasure-level cultural relics back, even if they are really slaughtered, they will accept their fate.

Seeing that Zhang Wenzhong had been drinking tea leisurely, he just refused to mention the price of these two cultural relics, and the five rì themselves, who neither dared to be angry nor speak, could only put their heads together again. Quietly deliberating on the matter.

After a few minutes of discussion, Sasaki cautiously offered a price: "Mr. James, we all want this cloud dragon picture and this round screen of flowers and birds, how about giving you a total of 20 million dollars?"

"Twenty million? What a big deal" Zhang Wenzhong sneered and said in a sarcastic tone: "Andy Warhol's portrait of Elizabeth Taylor in the coming year was auctioned for 11 million at the London auction not long ago. Why, is your national treasure, the treasure of your Yamato nation, nothing like a portrait of Elizabeth Taylor? It's a million dollars cheaper than this portrait. Oh, I see. The land area of your country is narrow, so the value of the national treasure-level cultural relics created by your ancestors should naturally be lower. Well, if you look at it according to this theory, tens of millions of dollars seems to be a bit too much to lift these two cultural relics, or can I give you a discount and give you a cheaper?"

Zhang Wenzhong's words made the five rì themselves in the VIP room change their faces. Among them, Jin, who was the most arrogant, tore through his hypocritical face, pointed at Zhang Wenzhong, and roared with a hideous face: "Baga, you yellow-haired ghost is really so bold that you dare to insult the great Yamato nation? That's because we look up to you, don't you really think we're afraid of you?Hmph, believe it or not, I'll let you get out of the rì book" His words stopped abruptly as a gun appeared in front of him, and the black muzzle of the hole had been stuffed into his mouth.

Feeling the coldness coming out of his mouth, and feeling the grim reaper smiling at him, Imagawa, who was still extremely arrogant just now, turned his obscene old face full of wrinkles into a miserable white in an instant. At the same time, his legs trembled involuntarily and violently, and a stream of heat suddenly appeared in his crotch and flowed down his legs to the ground.

A stench suddenly permeated the VIP room. Imagawa, who was facing a threat of death, was actually scared to pee his pants.

"Cowardly!" both Zhang Wenzhong and Su Xiaomei sneered in their hearts with disdain.

At this time, Su Xiaomei, who was in charge of playing Gray, said in fluent English: "With a waste like you, you dare to threaten our boss, believe it or not, I shot you in the head?" Enjoy. If you want us to die in Rìben, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to do it." In the past few days, under Zhang Wenzhong's assault, Su Xiaomei's spoken English has been greatly improved, and she has become a very authentic London accent. Even an authentic Englishman would have assumed that she was a genuine Londoner when they heard her voice.

"I'm already scared at this point." What's more, the cold gun was still stuffed in his mouth, and he didn't dare to struggle or cry out for mercy, so he could only signal to the other four rì himself with his eyes, asking them to quickly find a way to save themselves. Although he was seventy years old, he did not want to die yet. A few days ago, he just raised a junior high school student who was very smart, if he died like this, wouldn't he be able to play assistance and socialize in the future?

However, to Jin's "extreme disappointment, and at the same time extremely dissatisfied, his four compatriots were all trembling after seeing this scene, and none of them had the courage to speak for him to ask for mercy."

In the end, it was Zhang Wenzhong who said, "Okay, Ms. Gray, put away your gun." You see, Mr. Imagawa is so frightened by you that he is incontinent

Su Xiaomei put away the Desert Eagle as she said, and at the same time did not forget to throw down a cold threat: "Count your fate, if it weren't for my boss's order, I would have shot your head off with one shot right now!"

Zhang Wenzhong glanced at the five rì themselves in the VIP room. said coldly: "Since I dare to bring things to Rì originally, I am not afraid of any small moves from you." "Hmph, originally, I was very sincere in wanting to help your country's cultural relics return to their homeland, but heart... The attitude of the two murderers is really disappointing to me, since you are not sincere, Shan Chuan does not want to talk to you anymore. Lady Gray, pack up your things, let's go, he gets up and is leaving.

Seeing such a scene, including Jin, who was scared to pee his pants, the five rì in the VIP room quickly knelt on the ground again, kowtowed to admit his mistake, and begged Zhang Wenzhong to stay. Keep this business done. If it is known that they have encountered a national treasure-level cultural relic, but in the end they have not been able to buy it back, but have insulted the reputation and dignity of the Yamato nation, then not only will they become sinners of the Yamato nation, but even their families will be implicated and will never be able to raise their heads.

Under such circumstances, Imagawa, who had just yelled at Zhang Wenzhong, even had the heart to apologize.

Seeing that Su Xiaomei had already put the cloud dragon diagram and the round screen of flowers and birds into the alloy lockbox, the five rì themselves got together again. After a quick and short discussion. They gritted their teeth and said in unison: "Thirty million dollars! We will pay thirty million dollars each for the cloud dragon picture and the round screen of flowers and birds! A total of sixty million dollars to buy! Mr. James, are you willing to sell it now?"

"Sixty million dollars?. Zhang Wenzhong stopped leaving, and after thinking for a moment, he made a helpless expression, nodded and said, "Although the price is still a little less, for the sake of your bitter begging, I will suffer a little loss and transfer them to you."

The five rì themselves were immediately overjoyed, and at the same time hurriedly said: "Thank you, Mr. James, our Yamato nation will remember your kindness, and you will always be a good friend of our Yamato nation." ”

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I almost forgot to mention. Zhang Wenzhong smiled slightly. Said a sentence that shocked the hearts of the five rì themselves, and almost fainted in fright: "I still have ninety-eight rì cultural relics of the same level as the cloud dragon diagram and the round screen of flowers and birds, if you don't play it, I will pack it up and sell it to you, if not, then I will find other buyers, if I can't find a buyer in the end, then I can only collect them myself." However, my house is already full of all kinds of cultural relics collections, and there is no place to put these rì cultural relics. It can only be placed in the toilet. Well, it's good to look at these rì artifacts when you go to the toilet. I'll tell you the truth, I stole these artifacts from the British Museum. Since my men and I are able to come and go freely in the heavily guarded British Museum, we will not be afraid of any stumbling blocks you are doing in the dark. If it weren't for the fact that Imagawa Net Therapy suffered at the hands of these two golden-eyed foreigners, I was afraid that the five rì themselves in the VIP room would have jumped to their feet and scolded. The treasure of our Yamato nation. If our national treasure-level cultural relics were really stuffed into the toilet and smoked by stench every day, maybe the ancestors of our Yamato nation would be so angry that they would crawl out from under the nine springs and scold our descendants.

We must buy all these national treasure-level cultural relics! No matter where these cultural relics come from, no matter how much money they give, even if they smash pots and sell iron, we must buy these cultural relics!

Watanabe gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. James, we want all the cultural relics, you can make a price!"

Zhang Wenzhong shook his head and said: "I won't offer it, you still open it yourself, these things are your national treasures." Come to think of it, you won't offer too low a price and insult this national treasure. Two words?.

Jiān cunning guy!

The five rì themselves coincidentally set a xìng for Zhang Wenzhong in their hearts.

Subsequently, ì himself got together and discussed in a whisper, during which he took out the phone and kept dialing, Zhang Wenzhong was not afraid of these five rì himself making trouble, let them call, he could understand the rì language. At present, all the phone calls made by these five rì people are to several large consortia in the country to discuss the matter of pooling money to buy these cultural relics, which can be called the national treasures.

Half an hour later, the five people who had finished the call and the discussion were finished. looked at Zhang Wenzhong with a solemn face, and quoted a price: "Five billion US dollars, we want all these 100 cultural relics!"

"Deal". Zhang Wenzhong nodded and replied.

Five billion dollars?!

Su Xiaomei almost bit her tongue.

Are these rì themselves crazy or stupid? Actually spent five billion dollars. Come and buy a hundred pieces of quality that will become broken copper and iron in 7749 days?

Su Xiaomei was suddenly looking forward to what kind of expression they would look at after 7749 days, when the cultural relics they bought back for 5 billion US dollars turned into broken copper and iron.

Come to think of it, it must be very jīng color?