The next day, Qian Mian received a call from Qian Ru, and it was about Jiang Yuan.
"This old guy blocked me. As soon as I said my name, he blocked me directly. Later, I changed several mobile phone numbers and called the same result. He didn't give me a chance to speak at all. When he came to me, he has been grieving deeply and expecting me to be out of play. I'm sorry, my uncle can't help you anymore."
"It's okay, Uncle Qian, I'll think of another way."
"Well, if I could invite him over, even for you, I would endure his bad temper."
"Get x-5 first."
"This old guy won't give you things so easily. He's always treacherous and doesn't do what he doesn't want to do. He will only play tricks and be particularly shameful. If he wants to get X-5, he can only conquer him. "
Qianmiao thought for a while, and had an idea in his mind: "I'll give you news in a few days, and I will continue to ask you from the laboratory."
"Don't be polite with Uncle."
Not long after hanging up, she received a call from Jixiang.
"Smoke, the teacher would like to invite you to dinner tonight. Come here if you have time. By the way, your little sister, Man Man will also come, because the teacher caused the misunderstanding between you, and the teacher is really sorry. , You must come."
"Teacher, I will go."
"Okay, the teacher is waiting for you."
Walking out of the room, the outside is quiet, no one.
Fengxian was going to inspect the subsidiary today, and went out early.
After a while, she also packed up and went out and went directly to Minghuang headquarters. At nine o'clock in the morning, she came to Jiangfu again with a rectangular box.
The hard one won't work, she plans to come for the soft one this time.
The thing in her hand is the Biqing Ancient Sword that was taken from Minghuang. It has a history of 600 years, and it is usually kept in the company's exhibition hall for exhibition purposes only.
Before that, there were dozens of entrepreneurs who wanted to collect, and the prices ranged from 500,000 to 5 million. She did not let go.
Today, I take it to his liking.
The servant heard the knock on the door, slowly opened the door, looked back at Jiang Yuan who was drinking tea in the front hall, and muttered: "Who is this early in the morning? People who come to see the master always have to make an appointment... "
The door opened, and the servant saw only a long embossed box made of huanghuali wood with a dragon carved on it, so delicate that the eyes are lifelike and the workmanship is meticulous.
She looked left and right suspiciously, but did not see anyone.
"Strange? Who sent it?"
She picked up the box and walked inside, telling Jiang Yuan about it.
Jiang Yuan touched the long box, smelled the scent on it, and said, "This is so delicately made, who sent it?"
"I don't know, I didn't see anyone as soon as I went out, I only saw this box."
Jiang Yuan was puzzled. He pushed open the box and took a look, his eyes lighted up!
"This...this is!"
His eyes burst into greedy and pleasant gazes, and quickly grabbed the ancient sword. Just staring at the hilt and scabbard was enough to boil over!
He quickly drew his sword, barely revealing a small part, and was pierced in his eyes by the dazzling light from the blade's face, and the blood in his bones quickly boiled!
"This is Biqingjian! A royal thing six hundred and thirty-five years ago! How could it be here?"
Servant: "Master, should I adjust the monitoring?"
"Quick, go!"
After a while, the servant came to report: "Master, I saw it. It was sent by Miss Tang. She put the box down and left!"
"Tang Qianmiao?"