"Fine, fine, you're older, so you get to decide!"
"Then let's go now!"
"Let me show you my company's vault first!"
Zhang Long put away the small bottles, picked up the jewelry box, and left Old Man Ma's collection room.
Turning this thing on and off does take quite a bit of time. After about ten more minutes, the two of them finally left the house one after the other.
The young man had been hiding around a corner, observing the situation.
Zhang Long emerged from the store carrying a somewhat old jewelry box, then got into a particularly cool Lamborghini.
Well, today really was an accident.
I can only blame my bad luck today; I probably won't be able to come to this store again.
Because if the parties involved think about it carefully, the scheme can be easily exposed.
However, today's attempt was indeed unsuccessful, but fortunately he had other alternatives, so he wasn't too disappointed.
After closing the door of Boguzhai, the old man glanced at Zhang Long's car, then walked to his own Harley-Davidson motorcycle with a look of disgust.
Zhang Long was completely dumbfounded.
"Holy crap, DJ!"
No wonder I always see this car parked here; it turns out it belongs to Old Ma!
You're a master of disguise!
After putting on his helmet, Old Man Ma raised his head defiantly at him, then slammed on the gas pedal, and the engine roared to life.
Immediately afterwards, Old Ma twisted the accelerator a few times, and the deafening roar of the engine reached Zhang Long's ears.
Zhang Long raised an eyebrow at Old Man Ma, thinking that Old Man Ma was quite trendy.
He, naturally, wasn't going to be outdone. He started the engine, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas—with a flourish...
Okay, four-wheeled vehicles should probably behave themselves in parking spaces.
Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the foot of the Red Dragon Building, one after the other.
Old Ma followed Zhang Long up to the top-floor office.
Looking at the empty floor due to the lack of people, Old Ma couldn't help but launch into a barrage of complaints: "You're really wasting your time, kid. Such a big floor and only a few of you are using it. You can't just waste money like this."
"They don't know how to cherish things at all."
"I have a few office floors nearby, how about I rent them to you at a cheaper price?"
"Since you're wasting your time anyway, you might as well..."
This series of words completely stumped Zhang Long.
"Stop, stop, wait a minute!"
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, let me sort things out for a bit."
"Oh, how many floors of your office building do you have? Want to rent them to me at a cheaper price?"
"Is that what you mean?"
Old Ma patted Zhang Long on the shoulder like two good buddies, everything was understood without saying a word.
Zhang Long was speechless. He shrugged and said, "Although you mean well, Old Man Ma, where did you get the idea that I'm short of money?"
"Besides, I'm quite comfortable here, so I'm too lazy to move."
"Besides, who told you I rented the office? This whole building belongs to me, how is it a waste?"
Zhang Long looked at Old Man Ma, who was staring blankly at the information he had just received, put his arm around his shoulder, pointed out the window, and continued, "Old Man Ma, do you see those two buildings being built outside the window?"
"???"
"Is that yours too?"
Old Ma asked with a look of surprise.
"No, that's not it!"
"It belongs to my company!"
Old Man Ma: ......
Silence is Cambridge tonight...
I have to say, it's really fun to be a little mischievous!
"You're pretty good at putting on airs."
After a long silence, Old Man Ma finally managed to utter a sentence.
Then, not wanting to waste any more time talking to that pretentious old man, I urged him to get to the point.
He now only wants to use those antiques to cleanse his polluted soul.
However, now he is even more excited about Zhang Long's collection.
Is it even necessary to ask which is more worth looking forward to: an ordinary collector or a wealthy collector?
A sports car doesn't prove anything, but a commercial office building in Lujiazui can tell a lot.
Urged on by Old Man Ma, the two arrived at the vault.
This time, it was Old Man Ma's turn to watch Zhang Long open the vault.
As the saying goes, "Even if you lose the fight, you shouldn't lose the moral high ground."
But what happened? Before they even got inside, Old Ma's side had already lost every battle in terms of momentum.
He was initially quite satisfied with the security measures in his collection room.
Now, compared to Zhang Long's side, it's like heaven and earth, completely incomparable.
Look at them, they have both palm print recognition and iris recognition, their sophistication is off the charts.
Old Ma kept repeating to himself that the vault didn't prove anything; in the end, it was the collection that mattered.
This hypnosis technique was very effective; Old Man Ma's demeanor visibly improved.
Unfortunately, Zhang Long had his back to him the whole time, so he missed the whole show.
After the final procedure was completed and the vault door was fully opened, Zhang Long turned around and gestured for Old Man Ma to enter.
Old Ma was the first to enter the vault. Since he had lost in terms of security, he would try to win back some ground by focusing on his collection.
However, ideals are often lofty, while reality is often harsh!
As soon as Old Man Ma entered, he was stunned by the two piles of gold and silver in the very center.
Good heavens, who could withstand this? A small mountain made of yellow croakers of all sizes, and a huge mountain made entirely of silver dollars.
This left Old Man Ma completely dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.
He casually picked up a large yellow croaker and examined it; it was indeed a genuine old Shanghai-style yellow croaker of various sizes.
This was already an antique, so he put aside his ulterior motives, calmed down, and started wandering around the vault.
He decided to put aside those antique coins and coins for later and look at them later.
Because he believed that with the boy's knowledge and eyesight, he wouldn't make a mistake on the coins.
Since this kid isn't good at other things, his close friend, despite the age gap, should definitely lend him a hand.
I first took a quick look around. Most of the antiques and calligraphy here were from the late Qing Dynasty.
Moreover, most of them are items from official kilns.
I suddenly remembered that this kid seemed to have said that these things were all brought back from overseas.
Then Old Man Ma couldn't help but shudder, thinking of something.
He asked in an incredulous tone, "You brat, these aren't all things from the Old Summer Palace, are they?"
Zhang Long chuckled and said, "I'm not entirely sure if it's from the Old Summer Palace, but I really did find it in a small border town in France."
Chapter Two is presented.
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