Chapter 1719

"Master, what else can I do for you?" When Lin Feng saw me, he asked again.

"Then you can arrange it again. I want to see Liu Yang before next Monday! And it's better not to hide my identity. "

"When I see him, I'm easy to say. Don't hide your identity..." Lin Feng thought hard and said, "I'll think of another way, master. Please wait for me to call."

Before and after dinner, Lin Feng called again: "master, you can see Liu Yang tonight, but your identity may need to be changed."

"Change it? What does that mean? " I asked.

"Well, in fact, it doesn't change much. It's also written on the materials given to you by the spirit appraiser. Liu Yang is very fond of collecting spiritual antiques. A few days ago, he took a fancy to something, but the price of that person was too high. At the same time, several competitors raised their prices. Liu Yang was about to compete with us to buy the land, but he didn't give up his money, so the deal didn't come to a conclusion. "

"I found the man in secret just now. I paid a large amount of money first. Please talk to him again! The man agreed to meet at the blue bay hotel tonight. As soon as the wind spread out, Liu Yang could not sit down and would come at once, but it was not convenient for me to appear at this time. In the evening, you would follow a friend of mine and pretend to appear as a spirit appraiser hired by him, so that you could see Liu Yang. Later, someone will pick you up. "

"Good! That's it. " I should say.

I really look down on this guy's means and abilities. In such a short time, two successive layouts are so quick and ingenious!

I don't know what tricks these guys usually play!

I didn't wait long, there was a polite knock at the door.

Open the door, outside stood a smart and capable young man in a black suit.

"Are you master Zhang? I'm Fang Lao's driver. Fang Lao asked me to pick you up... "

It seems that the so-called Fang Lao is Lin Feng's friend who pretends to be here.

Outside, there was an old elongated Lincoln. When I opened the door, I saw an old man in his 70s and 80s, with white hair and beard, wearing a snow-white Tang suit, and leaning on a black-green leading stick, he had a fairyland look.

"Please forgive me for being rude. I'm too old to be nimble. I can't do it myself. Please forgive me, master." The old man was very polite. He didn't show any arrogance or contempt because I was young.

I also hurried back to say it's OK, and asked, "are you Fang Lao?"

"I'm self-cleaning below. Thanks for your kindness and respect. I'm sorry to be old! If you call it that, you'll break the old man. " The old man's speech is extraordinary, and he has the demeanor of being a man of high moral integrity. He is modest and gives way to himself, but it gives rise to a sense of respect from the bottom of his heart.

When Lincoln's car started to move slowly, Fang Ziqing took a small teapot from the table, poured me a cup of tea, and handed it to me, saying, "crude water and crude tea, please give me a drink."

In fact, I didn't wait to drink the tea, but I smelt it. It's delicious, and it's not ordinary! More frankly, if you really want to measure it with money, at least seven or eight thousand yuan will be needed!

Moreover, the teapot is crystal clear and shining, which turns out to be Tang Yubei.

Otherwise, this set of tea set is worth millions!

What kind of identity is this old man? He is so noble!

I thanked the old man and bowed my head for tea. He stopped gossiping with me and closed his eyes slightly. He seemed to be cultivating his spirit.

I secretly found out that there was an extremely powerful aura surging in the old man's body, and the other side was actually a person in the same way!

And the cultivation is extremely high and deep. It seems that they are only inferior to the river fish.

It's a little strange. Since Lin Feng knows a top master, why do he ask for me?

Is this old man pretending to be deep, and Lin Feng doesn't know his details at all, or is this originally a conspiracy?

I surmised that it would not work out. The old man seemed to be ignorant and silent.

Time is not long, Lincoln stopped, the capable driver opened the door for me first, asked me to get out of the car, took out a golden wheelchair from the trunk, and carried the old man up.

It turns out that this is what the old man said about the inconvenience of legs and feet.

Three of us entered the lobby of the hotel. The staff seemed to be familiar with the old man and showed special respect. From the door to the door, the manager called him Fang Lao with a big smile. The old man didn't have any airs at all. He smiled and nodded with everyone, even in front of the waiter and the little girl.

Taking the elevator, I went to the top floor all the time. I found that there was something else on the top of the building.

The whole building is paved with thick hard soil layer, and many large but not very high banyan trees are planted. It has been built into a quiet and vibrant garden. At first glance, it looks like another courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, with pavilions and small buildings, lying on bridges and flowing water. The scenery is simple and quiet.Along the curved path paved with green and white pebbles, we walked for tens of meters, showing a spacious hall in front of us.

At the door stood four tall and strong men in black, with their temples slightly bulging and protruding. At first sight, they were practitioners with deep skills. After seeing the elders, they all bowed down and clapped their fists to fight with each other. Then they opened the gilded wooden door behind them.

People in martial arts always respect their elders and value their way. They can not be bought by money alone.

It can be seen from the actions just now that these people respect the elderly from the heart to the outside, not the money relationship between pure employment and people.

Before I can find out Liu Yang's details, or even see him, I will come out with a more mysterious Fang Ziqing.

What is this guy from?

The hall is very long, with bright red carpet inside. At the end of the hall, there are two rows of Ming style Taishi chairs with yellow pears. There is one on each side of the current eight immortals table.

It's a bit like the official family in Tang and Song Dynasty. At this time, there are more than a dozen people sitting there.

Once we walked in, we all stood up respectfully and said "Fang Lao"!

old people as like as two peas and smiling heads, looking very modest and gentle.

Don't be humble because of wealth, don't be proud because of poverty!

It's really good with people!

Pushing the old man's driver, he took off a chair and let the old man sit side by side in a wheelchair.

But there are still two empty Taishi chairs in the front. Seeing this, I can't help wondering. Who are the two chairs for?