Otherworldly Merchant

“Maestro, what else can I do for you?” Lin Feng met me with a slight indulgence and asked.

“Then arrange it again. I want to see Liu Yang again before next Monday! And it's best not to hide my identity. ”

“Don't hide your identity when you meet him…” Lin Feng thought with some difficulty: “I'll think of something else, Master, wait for my call. ”

Before and after dinner, Lin Feng called again: "Master, you will see Liu Yang tonight, but your identity may have to change. ”

“Alternate? What does that mean?” I asked.

“Oh, it's not much of a change, it's the spirit connoisseur, and it's in your profile. Liu Yang was very fond of collecting spiritual antiques. A while ago, he saw something, but the price was too high. At the same time, several competitors were raising prices with each other. Liu Yang was about to compete with us to buy land. Without money, this deal was not negotiated. ”

“I just found the guy in secret again, I paid him a lot of money first, ask him to come back and talk! The man agreed to meet at the Blue Bay Hotel tonight. As soon as the wind is out, Liu Yang can't sit down and will be here soon. But at this time, I am not very convenient to show up. At night, you will follow a friend of mine, pretending to be a spiritual appraiser hired by him, so that you can see Liu Yang. Someone will pick you up later. ”

“Okay, that's it.” I should have said.

I really underestimate this guy's means and skill. In such a short time, the layout twice in a row is so quick and ingenious!

I don't know what these guys are up to all day!

Soon after I waited, there was a polite knock outside the door.

Open the door and stand outside in a black suit, clever and talented.

“Are you Master Zhang? I'm Fang's old driver, Fang Lao asked me to pick you up...”

It seems that this so-called old Fong Feng is a friend of Lin Feng's who pretended to go on a date.

There's an old extended Lincoln parked outside. When he opened the door, he sat with an old man of seventy or eighty years, his hair was white, he wore a snow-white flap tang suit, he wore an inky green tap crutch, and he looked like a fairy wind tunnel bone.

“Forgive my disrespect. I am too old for my legs and feet. I cannot personally humble myself. I also ask the master to forgive me.” The old man was very polite, and he didn't show a star and a half of arrogance and contempt because I was a younger and younger man.

I hurried back and said, "Are you old Fong? ”

“I am ashamed of myself below, honoring my friends with love, and respecting my old age! If that's what the master calls it, he's a little old man.” The old man spoke remarkably, had a high taste for noble people and was humble and conceited, which gave rise to a sincere respect.

The Lincoln car slowly started, Fang Qing from the table table table, took a small teapot, and poured me a cup of tea, and said: “Bad water, coarse tea, and the master is not stingy to drink. ”

In fact, I smell this tea before I wait to drink it. The tea smells intoxicating. It is absolutely remarkable! To be blunt, if you really want to measure it with money, one or two will cost at least $7,800!

And the teacup teapot is even more crystal clear and glorious, it is actually Tang Yu cup.

Not to mention, this tea set is worth millions!

What the hell is this old man's identity? How dare he be so noble!

I thanked the old man, bowed his head for tea, and he stopped chatting with me and closed his eyes slightly, seemingly cultivating spirit.

I secretly checked that this old man had an extraordinarily powerful spiritual energy floating in his body, and the other side was actually a fellow man!

And it was so deep, it seemed like it was just one grade worse than the big fish.

This is strange. If Lin Feng knows a great master, why did he ask me to do it?

Is it because of the old man, Lin Feng doesn't even know his details, or is this a conspiracy?

I speculated on my own, and it was inconclusive, and the old man seemed completely ignorant and silent.

Time was running out, Lincoln stopped, and the dried driver opened the door for me and asked me to get out of the trunk and remove a golden wheelchair from the trunk and hug the old man up.

So this is what the old man calls inconvenient legs and feet.

The three of us entered the hotel lobby, and the staff inside seemed to be familiar with the elderly, showed extra respect, went down to the door to greet him, and the manager all smiled and called him Fang Old. The old man doesn't have a shelf, he smiles and nods slightly to everyone, even to the waitress girl.

By the elevator, I went all the way up to the top floor, and I realized there was no hole in the roof.

The entire roof was covered with thick hard soil and planted with large, not very tall, giant banyan trees, creating a small garden that was both quiet and vibrant. At first glance, it is like a Gangnam courtyard, Tingtai building, lying bridge running water, the scenery is ancient and clean.

Follow the curved trail paved with green and white pebbles, all the way forward, sparing dozens of meters, in front of a spacious church house.

At the door stood four tall and fierce black men, the temple was slightly convex, at first glance was a practitioner with deep merit. After seeing the elderly, they all bent down and hugged their fists, and opened the hot gold door behind them.

Traditionally, samurai are respectful and can never be bought by money alone.

As can be seen from the action of talent, these people are respectful of the elderly from the outside, and in no way are they purely in the financial relationship of their employees.

I haven't even seen Liu Yang yet, so I came out with a more mysterious formula.

Who the hell is this guy?

The house is long, with bright redhead carpets inside, two rows of yellow pears in bright chairs at the end, one on each side of the current Eight Immortals table.

It's kind of like the Tang Song Dynasty family, where more than a dozen people are already sitting.

When we walked in, they all stood up.

The old man still smiled and looked very modest and gentle, just like when facing the waitress girl.

Do not be rich and humble, and do not be proud of the poor!

That's the real deal!

Pushing the old man's driver, he removed a master chair and let the old man sit in a wheelchair side by side with the crowd.

But there are two empty astronomer chairs at the front, and I'm curious to see that. Who are these chairs for?