Thump, thump, thump-
The knock on the door interrupted Wang Zhan's inner spit.
He walked over and opened the door, and the person outside said, "Mr. Du is back."
Mr. Du, full name Du Hao, the owner of Yuan De Feng Shui Fate Company, was the same guy who sold Murong Cheng the phone chain last time.
However, in their line of work, it was not popular to call them bosses, they all addressed Mr. Du, as if they were a bit more elegant than ordinary businessmen.
Wang Zhan didn't like Du Hao, he always felt that he didn't look like a mage, but rather like a charlatan who cheats and swindles.
But Murong Cheng seems to value this person, this time to Parrot's Beak Bay, even brought Du Hao over, said to let him look at the feng shui.
Wang Zhan had a sense of crisis more and more.
Only after Du Hao came in did Murong Cheng put away his cell phone.
"How was the look?" He asked.
Du Hao replied back, "This Parrot's Beak Bay to the south, the strait is full of water flow, the rapid water in, the slow water out, the water flow in the middle of the formation of the curved water treasure basin; to the north, the three mountains were embracing the situation, solid as a golden broth, can gather and guard the wealth, it is an unavoidable treasure land. If you can buy this place, no matter what kind of business you do, it will be smooth sailing and everything will go well."
Wang Zhan ventriloquized: really good at kissing ass. With my Master Rong's ability and power, naturally I can get rich in whatever business I do!
But as the saying goes, a thousand wears a thousand, but a horse's ass does not. No one doesn't like to hear good words, maybe that's how Du Hao succeeded.
Murong Cheng had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, obviously in a good mood as well.
Du Hao added, "If you can place a magic weapon with a flood of spiritual power in the middle of the three mountains, not only can it absorb blessings and fortune, but also can neutralize the fury and block the fury, it would be the finishing touch and perfect."
As soon as Wang Zhan heard this, he knew that he was going to sell his products again and couldn't help but sneer, "You're not going to say that you happen to have such a magic weapon in your company, right?"
Du Hao narrowed his eyes and smiled honestly, "Young King Steward is as good as God, there is indeed a magic weapon in my hand, it's the sacrificial tripod of the Qin Dynasty's royal family, extremely rich in spiritual qi, but it's a pity that not many people in the world have the destiny to enjoy it. I think Master Rong was born with a noble face, if you have this tripod in your hand, it will be like a tiger with wings."
Wang Zhan followed Murong Cheng to travel all over the world, really never seen a person who can show his brazenness so frankly.
"Just say how much!"
Du Hao smiled, "Eight million dollars."
"You really dare to make a price!" Wang Zhan said nonchalantly, "An object from the Qin Dynasty, that has to be more than two thousand years old, maybe it's already rusted and rotten! Do you have the nerve to sell it for eight million dollars?"
Du Hao still smiled gently and replied, "I don't dare to cheat, this price is already a favorable one, little Mr. Wang must know it very well, if you put it on the auction house, you can't get it without a hundred million."
Wang Zhan did not let go of the point, "The prices in the auction house are all inflated, there is a price without a market."
Du Hao nodded in agreement, "You are right, such a good object, only Master Rong can take it down."
Wang Zhan was speechless. Come on, the ball was kicked back by this guy again.
Eight million in Murong Cheng here is really nothing, his hands a few casinos daily flow is counted in hundreds of millions, but Wang Zhan if you do not haggle a bit, the heart is not happy.
A throw of money is dashing, but if people as a wrongdoer slaughter, that is a joke! Wang Zhan would never allow that to happen.
Murong Cheng did not dwell on the matter of eight million dollars, he lit a cigarette, a few points of laziness, leaning back on the black leather chair, temperament alone and cold.
In the light smoke, Murong Cheng asked Du Hao: "The goods that I asked you to find last time, did you find them?"
Wang Zhan immediately perked up his ears.
What goods? Why didn't he know? As a beloved one there would actually be something he didn't know?
Wang Zhan suspected that he was about to fall out of favor.