After hanging up the phone, Tang Xiaobao looked up and saw Wanru staring at him with wide eyes. Seeing him looking over, Wanru blushed slightly and lowered her head, but she couldn't help but look up again and asked curiously, "Brother Tang, are you going to do antique business?"

"I picked up some blue and white porcelain vases last time and I'm planning to sell them."

"Ah, blue and white porcelain? Produced from the official kilns of the Song Dynasty? That would be really valuable, but isn't 50 million a bit too much?"

Tang Xiaobao laughed and said, "I met a big, stupid guy. He's rich and doesn't care about this little money."

"Brother Tang doesn't care about money." Wanru said.

Tang Xiaobao was embarrassed and smiled awkwardly, "There's no point in leaving it there, so I'll just sell it for cash. Actually, I don't have much money. I've only lived for less than twenty-two years, and I've only been cultivating for a few months. So, I'm really short of money."

"A few months?" Wanru swallowed, speechless. She couldn't believe it. How could one reach this level of cultivation in just a few months? It was simply a fairy tale.

She didn't ask the question again because she didn't believe it at all. She continued, "If Brother Tang is really short of money, he can ask the sect for it. The sect leader said that you have the right to control the sect's resources."

You should have said this earlier!

It would have been better if he didn't say anything. The more Tang Xiaobao talked about it, the more heartbroken he became.

But he couldn't admit it. He had to pretend to be indifferent, waved his hands, and said generously: "No merit, no reward. Those belong to your sect, keep them. I want to make money. It's actually very simple."

As he spoke, Tang Xiaobao stood up, cleared the things in the room, and moved the tables and chairs away.

Wanru asked curiously, "Brother Tang, what are you going to do? Are you going to compete with anyone?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaobao almost fell to the ground.

That's too much, where did this come from?

Is Brother Tang such a warmongering person?

If something can be solved with money, no one needs to persuade others... Oh, as for Tang Xiaobao, if something can be solved with fists, no money will be used.

He is so confident.

"Take out the blue and white porcelain and sell it. Oh, and don't tell anyone about our relationship. Let me remind you again, you are my distant cousin and I am your cousin. Please give way."

Tang Xiaobao placed his hands in front of him, and a blue and white porcelain vase appeared out of thin air in his hands. He placed it carefully on the ground. This vase was worth 50 million, and he must not let it get scratched.

He stretched out his hands again, and a blue and white porcelain vase appeared in the air again...

This happened over and over again...

There was already a pile of blue and white porcelain vases on the ground.

Clapping his hands, Tang Xiaobao laughed heartily: "Let me count, there are twenty in total. Yo yo yo, one five makes five, two fives make ten, three fives, three fives is too difficult... Oh, how much is this, a total of ten billion, just like, right?"

Tang Xiaobao turned his head.

His eyes widened, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Brother Tang, how come you have so many blue and white porcelains? They're not fakes, are they?"

Tang Xiaobao was ashamed: "Is there something wrong with my brain? Why would I make fakes? These are all authentic treasures used by the royal family. Be careful not to damage them."

Fatty Zhu and the manager brought in the dishes with a few waiters. The manager was startled, but left without saying anything.

"Don't want it anymore?" Fatty Zhu was calm but a little confused.

Tang Xiaobao glared and said, "Why not? I found a buyer and will come to pick up the goods soon."

Fatty Zhu curled his lips and said, "Do you think these are cabbages? Why are you trying to buy them? You have to sell them one by one. You have to find an auction company to get money. I estimate that each one can be sold for more than 20 million. But since you are offering so many this time, I guess it will be difficult to hype up the price. You need to be strategic..."

"Are you finished?"

Tang Xiaobao said, "I've already found a buyer. They're willing to pay 50 million each, and they've agreed to take as many as they can."

"Who is so stupid?"

"The guy I had dinner with last time, Zhao Haiyang."

"Oh, fine, you guys eat, I don't care." Fatty Zhu waved his hand, indifferent.

Tang Xiaobao invited Wanru to sit down. The latter was very elegant when eating. He took a bite gently and chewed it for a few times. His eyes changed. He suddenly looked up and said to Tang Xiaobao, "It's delicious."

"Hehe, of course. This is made by the God of Cookery himself, so it must be delicious. Why don't you consider staying?"

"No." Wanru's attitude was still firm, and she was a little unhappy.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to stay, then don't stay. Come on, come and have a meal. I will bring you here to eat often in the future. It doesn't cost any money. It would be a waste if you don't eat." Tang Xiaobao said with a sly smile.

As if: ...

Not long after the two of them finished eating, Zhao Haiyang hurried over.

Because of Tang Xiaobao, the manager didn't stop him. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Haiyang yelled, "Damn it, brother, you are too ungrateful. You promised to leave some for me. Stop, stop, stop, I can't eat these anymore. I haven't had lunch yet."

As he was talking, Zhao Haiyang sat down and started eating.

After eating a few bites, he seemed to suddenly remember something and looked up, as if he had just seen Wanru. He stared at her for a few seconds, then turned to ask Tang Xiaobao: "Is this your girlfriend again?"

again?

Tang Xiaobao almost burst into curses. It seemed that he still didn't have a girlfriend.

This is ruining his reputation.

Sure enough, Wanru looked at Tang Xiaobao with a strange expression, but didn't say anything.

"Don't talk nonsense. My cousin, Bai Wanru, will be living in Yanjing for the time being. I have to take care of her in the future." Tang Xiaobao said with a smile.

Zhao Haiyang patted his chest and promised: "No matter that you are not his cousin, he asked me to take care of the person, there is no doubt about it, just like that, right? From now on, you will follow his example in the whole of Yanjing. If anyone dares to say a word against you, just say that you are my cousin, Zhao Haiyang. I promise that no one will dare to do anything to you. Hey, let's not talk about anything else. My fists, Zhao, are invincible in Yanjing. I am not exaggerating..."

Tang Xiaobao coughed a few times.

"Of course, he is an exception. He is number one in Yanjing, and I am number two. Oh, that's not right. We are neck and neck."

"Do you still have any shame? Otherwise, let's fight again later. Oh, no need. My cousin can kill you easily." Tang Xiaobao curled his lips.

Zhao Haiyang was startled and looked at Wanru: "Do you know martial arts?"

"I've been practicing since I was a child." Wanru smiled slightly.

She just thought Zhao Haiyang's words were just bragging.

Being on par with Brother Tang, isn't that just bragging? And it's bragging to the extreme.

She had seen Tang Xiaobao take action with her own eyes.

Isn’t Ghost Sword powerful enough?

A famous figure in the martial arts world, he has killed countless people and is a master among masters.

At the hands of Brother Tang, he was killed instantly with just one move.

Of course, in front of Tang Xiaobao, she knew she was too weak, and there was a huge difference between them. But except for Tang Xiaobao, she was not afraid of anyone in the secular world.

Zhao Haiyang?

She was confident that she could win in ten moves.

That's still a fight to the death. If you really want to fight for your life, five moves will be enough.

Zhao Haiyang was dissatisfied and skeptical.