The men in suits were shocked by Scarface's aura and stopped at the same time.
The unscrupulous Wang Xiaoyao was also confused, "Tu... Mr. Tu, why are you here?"
The scarred man was none other than the underground emperor of Yuncheng, Tu Cheng.
Wang Guo's face beside him also turned ugly.
After Mo Chunqiu left, why is Tu Cheng coming again?
Isn’t Wang Yan just a good-for-nothing waste!
How did he get in touch with these big guys?
"Humph." Tu Cheng snorted coldly.
"If you two uncle and nephew were not members of the Wang family, neither of you would survive today."
"But don't think that just because you're a member of the Wang family, I won't dare touch you."
"If you dare to cause trouble for Wang Yan again, I will not let you off easily."
Tu Cheng pointed his finger and said, "Get out of here!"
"Yes, yes, let's go now."
Wang Xiaoyao didn't have any temper at all, and nodded repeatedly, "Let's go, hurry up."
He didn't care about his face anymore, and he and Wang Guo, along with the thugs in suits, left the scene immediately.
"call."
Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, got out of the car and said to Tu Cheng, "If it weren't for you, I would be in big trouble."
"You're too polite, Mr. Wang. Mo Chunqiu has already told me to protect you."
Tu Cheng smiled.
In Wang Yan's eyes, her smile was uglier than crying.
When I smile, the scar on my face no longer stays straight, which is so awkward!
"Ahem."
He coughed dryly and said, "Why are you here?"
"Aren't you going to hold an auction?"
"Mr. Song gave me the security job for the auction, so I came along."
Tu Cheng said truthfully.
"I see."
Wang Yan pressed the remote control and opened the villa door. "Please come in."
After bringing a few people into the villa, he made a pot of tea, had a brief conversation with them, and then moved the gold and silver antiques that he planned to auction out from the secret room.
Tu Cheng was shocked when he saw this.
At the dinner that day, he sold a few items for 2.73 billion yuan, and now he has so many of them that they are almost piled up.
How much are these worth combined?
Not only was Tu Cheng shocked, but the two appraisal masters were also a little confused.
How could one person own so many valuable antiques worth a fortune?
Generally, antiques at auctions are collected by many people.
Each person only has one or two antiques that are eligible for auction.
This guy is fine, he has enough for himself.
Wang Yan saw the two masters were stunned and said, "Masters, if these are not enough for one auction, I still have more."
The Fat Master asked in surprise: "Anything else?"
"Um!"
Wang Yan hummed, "There are many more. These only account for one tenth of all the antiques."
"puff!"
Tu Cheng, who was about to drink tea, spat out a mouthful of tea.
This pile of antiques only accounts for one tenth of all his antiques. This guy's wealth is too terrifying!
No wonder big shots like Mo Chunqiu are friends with him. He is so rich, extremely wealthy!
"Enough...enough, it seems like I can't use all of these up in one game." The fat master's forehead was sweating.
When I saw him getting into trouble before, I thought he was no good and looked down on him.
I guess it would be lucky for him to have one or two antiques in his hands, but I didn't expect the misjudgment to be so serious.
The thin man was also shocked.
But he pretended to be calm and said, "Okay, let's get to work!"
He casually picked up a gold brick and said, "This is... a gold brick from the Holy Dragon period!"
"If this thing is put up for auction, the starting price will be tens of millions. If you want to buy it, you have to spend at least hundreds of millions."
The fat man's eyes lit up. "Antiques from the Holy Dragon era, how could they be cheap?"
"Ahem."
Wang Yan coughed dryly, "These all seem to be from the Holy Dragon period."
“They are all from the Holy Dragon period!”
The thin man could no longer remain calm. Looking at the piles of gold and silver antiques, his body trembled with excitement.
“Today was a real eye-opener.”
The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Mr. Song, let's start the valuation and certificate issuance."
"I'll take photos of every antique, and have them custom-made into exquisite boxes before the auction..."
…
Two hours later, Wang Yan saw that the two masters were almost done, so he took out another ancient sword.
"Thank you for your hard work, Masters. Please help me identify this sword."
"You're welcome, Mr. Wang." The fat master hurriedly took it.
Now, let alone helping Wang Yan identify the sword, he would be happy to even clean up his mess.
After one auction, he could make hundreds of millions of yuan in profit.
Hundreds of billions!
What concept?
There are more flowers than you can use, and more than the paper you burn at the grave.
He glanced at the scabbard briefly and pulled it out.
The sword is slender and straight, as clear as autumn water, and there seems to be a biting cold air wandering on it.
The blade is extremely thin, yet exudes an indestructible texture.
The fat master looked at it with shock. "How could a long sword from the Holy Dragon era be preserved so well?"
The thin man was also very surprised, and muttered in a daze: "It's not simple, it's too simple."
Wang Yan was delighted when he heard the two masters say this and asked, "How much is my sword worth?"
"How much……"
The fat master was so excited that his eyes were shining. "This sword is worth half a city."
"Half a city!" Wang Yan's head was cramping.
A sword can be exchanged for half a city, that's too outrageous!
Song Jinli and Tu Cheng, who were standing aside, stared at each other blankly, and saw an incredible look in each other's eyes.
Wang Yan twitched his lips and said, "Master, you are not mistaken!"
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