Almighty in the city

"Puff cough cough"

Rao Yibai's calmness was caught off guard. He couldn't help but feel a little squirting when he heard this signature sneer and this well-known mantra.

Zeng Xiaoxian, the cold bench host of this late-night radio station that hasn't moved for ten thousand years, will actually appear in the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Hilton Hotel at this moment, and he is only separated from his current self by two dining tables.

Bai Yifan was amused for a while, but felt that there was nothing more chance in life than this.

Tan Zongming gave him a strange look, and saw that he turned his head to look behind him, and turned his head subconsciously.

"Huh?" At this look, he frowned.

Tan Zongming carefully looked at the middle-aged man who was toasting Zeng Xiaoxian, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was remembering something.

Bai Yifan glanced at him and smiled: "Why, Lao Tan, do you know the people at that table?"

"A bit familiar." Tan Zongming frowned, "but I can't remember it for a while, but it's certainly not a good thing."

"Oh?" Bai Yifan glanced back again, "how do you say?"

"The Zeng Xiaoxian who just introduced himself is the host of a late-night show on the radio station. I had insomnia a few times and happened to listen to his show." Tan Zongming recalled, "Places like radio stations and TV stations were The hosts who were arranged for the late night show all had no future."

He frowned, "Such a host, except for the boring night owls, I am afraid that not many people in the entire Shanghai will know them. And the one who just toasted him, I remembered seeing him at an auction house. However, it’s not the boss there, it’s just a partner. For people with this status and status, to toast, it should be this Zeng Xiaoxian who respects him. There is absolutely no reason for him to take the initiative to toast to a street host. Inside, there must be something tricky."

Bai Yifan nodded.

In fact, from the position of Zeng Xiaoxian's table, he has realized this.

The table ordered by Tan Zongming is already in a remote place in the entire revolving restaurant because of Eundi’s character.

The position of Zeng Xiaoxian's table was two tables farther away from their present.

Generally speaking, this kind of private location can only be reserved by couples in love, so it is convenient for you to secretly do something shy in a romantic dining environment.

"Huh?" Tan Zongming suddenly looked at him in surprise, "Don't you know how to count? You can know their origins by pinching fingers, so why ask me?"

Bai Yifan rolled his eyes at him, his face was not red and his heart beats, he just opened his mouth, and said in a very ill-tempered tone: "Fortune-telling is equal to revealing the secrets of the secret. Calculate occasionally, count every day, count everything, do I still have to live."

The matter of metaphysics was originally very mysterious. Tan Zongming didn't dare to ask anymore, took out his mobile phone, and made a phone call.

A few minutes later, he hung up the phone, nodded and said, "I found it. It was a behind-the-scenes owner of Baifu Auction House. His surname was Chen and his name was Chen Qineng. In his early years, he used tomb robbery and reselling of cultural relics."

"Yes, this is from Lieutenant Mojin. When he was in the Three Kingdoms, he was a small official." Bai Yifan smiled.

Tan Zongming shook his head and lowered his voice: "I start to feel familiar, because I went to their Baifu auction house to participate in a so-called charity auction before. This person, on the other hand, has the best means, under the banner of charity auction. In fact But it was secretly selling the stolen goods. I saw with my own eyes that a few people from Neon Co., Ltd. took away a'Buddha head' from that charity auction."

Bai Yifan said in surprise: "You didn't stop it?"

Tan Zongming smiled bitterly: "This is where they are smart. They are a charity auction, and they clearly tell you at the beginning that the auction house will not be able to identify the true or false of the next auction. If you have a sharp eye, just go and fight. If I could be sure that the'Buddha's head' was the real thing, even if it cost three to five billion dollars, I still had to keep the thing. But the problem is, if the neon people are invited by them, then my money Wouldn't it be a waste of money to make these bitches cheaper!"

After a pause, he said helplessly: "I later found someone to check them and found that many entrepreneurs had bought their full set and bought a bunch of counterfeit products at a high price, but the genuine ones were successfully sold by them. I gave it to the Mijian people who wanted to sell, and went abroad."

"That's it." Bai Yifan nodded.

Tan Zongming sneered: "In his capacity, there is absolutely no need to win over a late night show host of a radio station. By doing this, he can only show that something bad is brewing again."

Bai Yifan turned his head and glanced at Zeng Xiaoxian. This guy seems to have been touted by Chen Qineng's few people for physical and mental comfort. The signature sneer comes out from time to time. The red wine is also drunk glass after glass, and the voice is clearly audible. A touch of drunkenness.

"This Zeng Xiaoxian is so angry, I'm afraid he's going to ruin the frieze." Bai Yifan smiled.

Tan Zongming said at this time: "Yifan, since you are proficient in metaphysics, you must have a certain understanding of Jian Gu."

"Understand a little bit." Bai Yifan glanced at him, "Old Tan, you don't want me to disrupt the situation, do you?"

Tan Zongming sneered and said: "Keeping such people in Shencheng is always a scourge. I have long wanted to deal with them, but there have been no trusted ancient experts around me. If Yifan can identify one or two real things, I will There is a way to keep them from eating, just go around!"