Since I bought the "Snow Mountain Picture" for 30 million yuan, Huang Manhole Gun has been in a bad mood.

At that time, I was so excited that I could get the eldest brother's paintings, so I could shine my ancestors and hang them on the wall as a sword...

But after careful consideration, I felt a little touched in my heart. My brothers laughed at him and said that he had been fooled, which was probably true.

If a person says this, he may not care.

If everyone says this, maybe even if the painting is real, it will not work.

This kind of thing is like stolen the emperor's socks in ancient times. Everyone is in awe of these socks, so it has its effect. No one cares about them, that is, smelly socks.

Antaibao Coal Mine.

The yellow manhole cover sighed, the more you look at the painting, the more disgusting it, just like a person who doesn't know how to paint for the first time, making random things...

"Brother Huang, are you studying your national treasure again?"

A short and fat man came in outside the door. The mine manager of Anjialing Coal Mine next door often came to visit him without any worries.

"Hou Dun is here." Say hello, Huang Mangui carefully picked up the snow mountain map and said, "Why don't you believe me? This is really painted by the leader."

Hou Dun was silent for a moment, thinking about how he could express his thoughts without defaming Huang Manhole Cave too hard, "Brother Huang, let me tell you a story."

"speak."

"I read a news report two days ago and said that an unemployed vagrant could not make it. So he bought two general uniforms, rented a storefront, converted it into a military office, and paid a few fake soldiers to stand guard, and then found someone to put his photos together with the photos of the big guys on TV, and the wall was full of... When it was exposed, I heard that the unemployed vagrant had collected millions of people and slept in the office for more than a dozen young women. He played cruelly and envied me so much."

Huang Mangui: "I am not uncommon for this kind of liar, and it is incomparable to Secretary Wei. Although the painting may be fake, I believe he has any information."

Hou Dun: "Then let me tell you another story. The big guys in the imperial city wear custom clothes, and they have special tailors. When they go home during the Chinese New Year, a big boss came to visit. Although he knew that he was working in the imperial city, he was not sure what he did. The tailor didn't want to be looked down upon, so he called him the chief secretary. Then he told the big guys about the big things and small things in private, but he also scared the boss. In the end, the tailor took millions and hid in the imperial city. The boss was in a hurry and couldn't do it."

Huang Mangui: "What do you mean is that the Secretary of the Wei who sold my paintings is also the little Luo Luo in the imperial city?"

Hou Dun: "There are too many young Luo Luo who works in the imperial city. Let's find a relationship and contact us for a question. By the way, I'll find someone to identify your "Snow Mountain Picture" and I have a idea in my mind."

"Let's go now." Huang Mangui couldn't wait, and gritted his teeth with hatred. Damn, my thirty million.

The coal bosses have a deep energy and a wide circle of contacts. Although these little Ronaldo in the Imperial City seem useless, there are quite a lot of people who are rushing to curry favor with them. Maybe when will they be used.

When you arrive in the imperial capital, you will inevitably have to contact Meng Ling.

From beginning to end, Huang Manhole Cover never doubted Meng Ling, nor did he want to doubt it.

Even if she knew she had cheated her money, Huang Manhole Gun was willing to... As long as you think about me, it would be fine.

In fact, Miss Meng really wants to have a yellow manhole cover. Such a generous coal boss and a rich man must be with him.

Houdun helped contact a fellow villager in Sanjin. It is said that he was an old gardener who maintained flowers and plants in Zhongnhai. He worked for decades and was clear about the people and things inside.

At the same time, I also like antique calligraphy and paintings. I grew up in the imperial city and saw many good things, so my horizons naturally became higher.

Huang Mangui spent money to buy a big gift, a sandalwood pillow, ready to give it to the elderly.

The three of them followed each other, Meng Ling's expression was a little unnatural...

"Hello, old man, we came from the Three Jins." Huang Manhole cover put the sandalwood pillow on the table and said.

"Oh..." The old man took off his reading glasses, looked at the three of them a few times, and put them on and said, "It is okay to ask other things, but it is up to the chief, so don't open your mouth."

"We know the rules." Huang Wengui deliberately said to the old man in front of Meng Ling: "I want to ask someone who is named Secretary Wei. It has a big clarity and is even bigger than the head's position. There is also a high-ranking official's business card. This is his selling my painting. Please help me see it."

Handed the "Snow Mountain Picture" to the old man.

"There are many people working in the imperial city, and there are several people with the surname Wei. I don't know which one you said." The old man held the painting in his hand, and his lips twitched at a glance. "You are here to tease me with this little brat's painting, right?"

"..." Huang Jinggai was ashamed.

Hou Dun covered her face, afraid that she would laugh out loud.

Meng Ling's face was red, from her neck to her ears to her cheeks, it was burning like a fire. She wanted to leave, but there was no reason.

And now that I run away, I seem to be guilty and offend these coal bosses, there is no place for you to live in the world.

It is said that there are four sworn brothers from Huang Mangui, all of whom are coal bosses.

They have more than 30 mines in the company. No matter how powerful this force is, if you offend these people, this country cannot let you go.

The old man probably looked at the snow mountain picture for the sandalwood pillow, especially the signature.

Finally, he thought for a while and said, "Did the Secretary Wei you mentioned have very thin skin and the chairman's head look very domineering and majestic. He also said he had served as a soldier in the Three Jin Dynasties?"

"Yes, yes." Huang manhole cover responded quickly.

At this time, Meng Ling suddenly interrupted, looking very angry, "Old man, do you know this Secretary of Wei?"

"I know, he did serve as a soldier before, and later transferred to the Imperial City to manage floor heating. He is also a small leader of Sesame, but his style is not good and he was fired. After that, I heard from others that he was well-developed, and he was in contact with big bosses. He sent a lot of people to do business..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Ling blushed and cried out with a wow, and ran away with tears.

When I saw the yellow manhole cover, I didn't want the painting anymore and chased after him.

Looking at Meng Ling with aggrieved and crying, Huang Jinggai sighed and said, "I didn't blame you. Even if this Secretary Wei is a liar, you are not suffering any loss, right?"

"It's not only you who were fooled, but I'm also fooled." Meng Ling cried so hard that she wiped her nose with a tissue as if she was not free, and threw waste paper under her feet for a moment.

"What are you fooling about?" Huang Jinggui said jealously: "I made a deal worth 30 million, got the share of the money, and let him cheat him, and I still didn't blame you."

"Not only did he sleep in vain, he also cheated away all the houses and cars under my name, six million deposits, stocks, and corporate dividends!"

"What?" Huang Wengui was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. Are you fucking obsessed with it?

It's even more evil than when I bought "Snow Mountain Picture"...
Chapter completed!