bayedsolid Chapter 509: So you guys are planning to rob openly?
Chapter 509: So you guys are planning to rob openly?
Qi Ye's face darkened instantly, and he slammed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, sending up a puff of choking white smoke.
"Boy, don't be so shameless. In this business, if you offend me, you will suffer the consequences.
If you want to continue gambling on stones and antiques, you'll have to rely on me for a living!"
The bodyguard behind him took half a step forward, his muscles tensed and threatening, and the atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense.
Gu Mobai twitched his lips and said:
"I bought this stone for 55 yuan, and you want to take it away for 60 yuan?
This is a very accurate calculation."
The Seventh Master still had a smile on his face, but his eyes had changed: "Young man, you have to know the rules here. Do you know who has the final say in this place?"
"So you're planning to rob us openly?" Gu Mobai raised his eyebrows.
Seventh Master suddenly burst into laughter, his voice loud and piercing: "This entire place belongs to me! I'm asking you one last time, are you selling it or not?"
"Do you think I will agree?" Gu Mobai stood straight, not afraid at all.
The Seventh Master's face darkened instantly, and he sneered, "You have no choice but to agree. If you don't agree today, don't even think about stepping out of this door!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty strong men rushed out from behind him and blocked the door tightly.
Gu Mobai didn't say anything and just picked up the wooden stool next to him and smashed it over.
Don't be fooled by his young age, his movements are surprisingly fast. It's not in vain that he gets up early every day to practice martial arts.
He dodged left and right, focusing on attacking the strong men's lower body. With one kick, the strong men fell backwards a long distance.
The fist hit the opponent's wrist, causing him to scream "ouch" in pain.
After a while, several people were lying on the ground, and the rest of the people surrounded him anxiously, but could not get close to him at all.
The Seventh Master clapped his hands slowly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes:
"Great Kung Fu! He's so young and yet he can single-handedly take on twenty people. I like his ruthlessness.
If you follow me, you will have power and wealth. Isn't that better than fighting alone?"
He tapped the armrest with his fingertips and added with a forced smile:
"Your ability to see through rough stones is really useful to me.
One million for the materials you have, plus a monthly salary of twenty thousand, would you consider it?"
Gu Mobai tugged at his dusty collar and sneered:
“Since you know I have good eyesight, why would you risk your life for others?
Isn't it better to keep the money you earn yourself than to use it as a tool for others?"
The Seventh Master's expression suddenly changed, and he slammed the table heavily: "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine! You think you can get away with it in my territory?"
As he clapped his hands, footsteps were heard outside the office, and dozens of strong men in black rushed into the room, blocking the exit.
Master Qi reclined on the leather sofa, cigarette flickering between his fingers: "I'll give you one last chance, either surrender, or..."
Just as the stalemate was about to begin, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside!
Then, the roar of a motorcycle came closer and closer, and someone shouted at the top of his voice: "Who are you? Are you trying to kill yourself by breaking into the warehouse?"
Before he could finish his words, the warehouse door was kicked open and a dozen young men rushed in.
They wore flared jeans, floral shirts, and some even wore washed-out denim jackets.
Everyone held a gun in their hands, and when the black muzzle of the gun swept through, no one in the room dared to move.
The yellow-haired leader, wearing sunglasses askew, glanced at Master Qi with a cigarette between his lips: "I heard someone is giving Master Gu a hard time?"
The originally fierce look in Qi Ye's eyes instantly turned into panic, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He stared at the two young men leading the group, his voice trembling unconsciously: "Isn't this Master Cheng and Master Huo? How did you two find time to come here?"
The room suddenly became eerily quiet. Huo Chenzhou shook the gun in his hand and said coldly, "We were riding by and heard someone was trying to embarrass my boss."
Cheng Yanqiu, who was standing next to him, glanced at Qi Ye's face and said, "Qi Ye is quite courageous!"
The group of strong men behind Qi Ye looked at each other and quietly took a few steps back.
Qi Ye pretended to be calm and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! I was just joking..."
"Are you kidding?" Gu Mobai stood up straight and dusted off his clothes. "Seventh Master just said that I can't leave this door today."
"Oh, you're quite arrogant." Huo Chenzhou kicked over the table next to him. "Seventh Master, have you forgotten who has the final say in this black market?"
The motorcycle behind Cheng Yanqiu started again, the roar made people's ears numb, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Qi Ye and his men.
Qi Ye fell to his knees and said, "I was wrong. You are...you are Master Gu?"
After Qi Ye finished speaking, his eyes were full of fear. He finally knew who the man in front of him was.
Gu Mobai glanced at the Seventh Master and said with a smile:
"My ability is far inferior to yours.
I haven't been back to Beijing for several years, and it seems everyone has almost forgotten me."
Master Qi stepped forward with a forced smile:
"Oh! Master Gu, you're really embarrassing me! Who in the circle doesn't know about what happened to you in the capital back then?
I heard that when you were only in your teens, you dared to arm wrestle with those old experts who had been dealing with antiques for decades.
One man taking on dozens of veterans, that's a legend in our industry!"
Gu Mobai raised his eyebrows: "Didn't expect I'm quite famous?"
The Seventh Master wiped the sweat from his forehead and said repeatedly:
"It's my fault that I didn't recognize Mount Tai!
What happened today is all my fault. I apologize to you!" Gu Mobai folded his arms and asked, "How do I apologize?"
"Pick any one you like!" Master Qi hurriedly pointed at the safe and glass display cabinets in the office.
"There are jade ornaments and Hetian jade bracelets here.
We also have some newly acquired calligraphy and paintings. Feel free to take any that you like!"
Gu Mobai glanced at the things and suddenly laughed out loud: "That's all? Do you think I've never seen anything good?"
He reached out and knocked on the famous calligraphy and paintings on the wall. "These fakes are just for show, but do you really think I can't tell?"
Qi Ye's face turned pale, he stammered and couldn't speak, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
He naturally knew Gu Mobai's abilities, and after a while he said, "I'll take you to Curry to pick..."
Gu Mobai's fingertips slid across the shelves, finally stopping in front of a camphorwood box in the corner.
He opened the lid of the box, and a touch of green poured out instantly. It was an icy green jade hairpin, and the green color was full of water and flowed under the light.
The petals of the twin lotus flowers carved on the hairpin are as thin as cicada wings, and two round oriental pearls are embedded in the pistil, which reflect fine light when gently shaken.
"This is it." He handed the hairpin to Lin Panpan.
Lin Panpan was pleasantly surprised to find a yellowed long scroll in the calligraphy and painting area.
After unfolding it, Song Huizong's inscription in the thin gold script is vividly displayed on the paper, and the words "Two Poems to Borrow Wind and Frost" are written in vigorous strokes.
The mountains and rocks in the scroll are depicted in a unique way, and the clouds and mist seem to be flowing across the silk cloth. It is a copy of "Traveling in Mountains and Rivers" by Fan Kuan of the Northern Song Dynasty. Although it is not an authentic work, it reproduces the majestic momentum of the original work vividly.