Chapter 66

Looking at the huge Haihuang ball in the narrow space, Wang Yong suddenly began to worry.

The previous excitement is all gone, the rest is all distress.

Wang Yong only thought about the value of this thing, but ignored a fact.

The underground forces of Tiantai city are all controlled by sun zanglong, and the antique and handicraft shops of all sizes are naturally within his sphere of influence.

Such a big Haihuang sphere is unique. I'm afraid no antique owner would not know that this is sun zanglong's favorite. If Wang Yong takes this to sell, no one will dare to take it!

"Damn it, earth emperor! Pooh Wang Yong envied and cursed.

Obviously, sun zanglong also thought of this, and then he was relieved to let Wang Yong take it away.

If this thing can't be sold, it can only be regarded as Wang Yong's helping sun zanglong to keep it. There is no storage fee. Sooner or later, sun Zang long will take it back, just like he never lost it.

"Crafty and cunning!" Wang Yong scolded angrily.

Just scolding can't solve the problem. It occupies a lot of space in the house with two bedrooms and one living room. On the contrary, it brings difficulties to Wang Yong's life.

Looking back, Enron can see that there is no lack of complaint.

Looking at Haihuang, Wang Yong finally gritted his teeth to make a painful decision.

If sun zanglong knew Wang Yong's decision, he would be angry on the spot.

Break up the ball!

The material of this Haihuang ball is very good. If Wang Yong decomposes it into a series of 2.0 hand beads, Wang Yong really doesn't believe that any antique owner can see its true appearance.

Just like this, the value of the whole ball will be greatly reduced. The things that could sell for 5 million yuan were tossed by Wang Yong, and half a million yuan was enough to sell.

A diamond with a big fist is very valuable. If it is broken down into a small ring face, it will cost only a thousand yuan. Even if it can be broken down into 100 pieces, it will only be more than 100000. The value has shrunk too much.

Wang Yong said before that sun zanglong was tyrannical, but in fact it was he who was really tyrannical.

Wang Yong has never been stingy in doing anything that can disgust his opponent. Wang Yong even thought of whether to wait for the string to be made and send it to sun zanglong.

When he steals the fire axe from the corridor, Wang Yong raises the axe and splits it with a click. It seems that what goes down with one axe is not the precious Haihuang, but the firewood for the fire.

It doesn't take much time for Wang Yong to decompose the five million Haihuang into a pile of scraps.

Wang Yong picked up a garbage bag and went out to the antique shop.

When I got to the antique shop, the shopkeeper couldn't see any clue. He just looked at the bag full of broken materials and exclaimed, "it's a pity.".

Shaking his head and sighing about waste. If a good material can carve a few large pieces, it can definitely sell at a sky high price. Now it can only be used to make handball, less than half lost.

Then, as soon as his face changed, he wanted to buy Wang Yong at a low price.

Wang Yong firmly refused, throwing more than a dozen pieces of broken materials to the owner as a reward, demanding that they all be processed into 2.0 beads.

When the shop owner saw Wang Yong, he didn't give up and didn't say much. Wang Yong gave him more than ten pieces of broken materials. They were all good. He could see a string of hand strings with opposite eyes. If they sold well, they could sell thousands. But it's much higher than the processing fee.

I went to process Wang Yong immediately.

And in the process, the shopkeeper was shocked to find that all the broken materials were about 2.5 in size, and the loss was just enough to make a round bead!

Even if it is cut with a lathe, it may not be able to control this precision, not to mention there are obvious traces of axe chisel on these broken materials. How on earth did this guy do it? Did you meet an expert today?

In doubt, a bag of broken materials is quickly processed. In fact, the processing procedure of this thing is very simple, that is, turning round and electric grinding.

Wang Yong looked at these beads with satisfaction, and quickly pointed his fingers in a pile of beads. Dozens of beads with extremely beautiful patterns came to Wang Yong's hands.

"String it for me. The beads that can't be strung are your boss's Wang Yongdao.

A string of 2.0 beads needs 12, and there will be several beads left that cannot be strung. If there are eight or nine, the value is not low.

The owner of the shop, driven by profit, agreed. Start the most tedious threading work in a hurry.

And Wang Yong is leisurely sitting on one side to watch, picked out dozens of top-quality goods have been put away by him.

I've been busy for a long time, and finally all the strings are finished. More than 100 strings make the shopkeeper sweat. But seeing the remaining eleven beads, the shopkeeper laughed.

Wang Yong also laughed.

Of course, he knew that the store owner was clever. There were just 11 left. The probability was too low. Wang Yong would bet that when he left, the shopkeeper would steal one from under the table and gather up 12.

But Wang Yong didn't care. He lost millions of yuan. Do you care about thousands of yuan?

Thanks to the boss, Wang Yong goes out of the store with a garbage bag on his back.

Looking around the antique city, I found a place where there was no one and started to set up stalls for sale.

Most of the people in the antique city are literary enthusiasts with poisonous eyes. I immediately saw that Wang Yong's goods were good things. Hula, I surrounded them. More than 100 strings sold out in most of the morning. Wang Yong's garbage bag filled with broken materials suddenly bulged a corner, full of money.

For hundreds of thousands of yuan, Wang Yong put it in a garbage bag and threw it on his back. Natural and unrestrained looks like the second generation childe who regards money as dirt.

At this time, a man who was in charge of keeping an eye on Wang Yong sent the news back to the base camp. Sun Zang long was stunned, and then he wanted to understand what had happened. He was so angry that he smashed a snuff bottle in his hand during the reign of Emperor Qianlong and damaged more than 100000 yuan.

With money, Wang Yong didn't choose to have a big meal or go shopping. Instead, he walked to a bank with a bag of garbage.

Crash, red banknotes tilt on the counter, looking at a group of bank tellers.

"Are you, sir?" A teller asked cautiously.

Wang Yong's behavior is too much like those rich local tyrants. He is afraid that he will make them unhappy and do the business of saving one yuan at a time.

"Remittance. This account number. " Wang Yong took out a note from his pocket, on which there were more than ten account numbers.

Wang Yong pointed to the seventh.

The teller breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to count the amount, and then transferred the money.

When the remittance is completed, Wang Yong leaves. Only a few tellers began to chatter about Wang Yong's behavior just now.

Guess more is, this guy with garbage bag money is to whom remittance.

A good teller secretly inquired about the remittance account, which surprised her for a while.

That account is actually the account of a school in Northwest China. And that area has always been a famous poor mountain area in China.

"He... Turned out to be a good man." The teller murmured, saying a word that is not easy to hear this year.

good person?

Wang Yong is used to stuffing the note into his pocket. If he can be regarded as a good person by donating this amount of money, the total amount he has donated over the years can probably be called a philanthropist.

But what Wang Yong donated was black money. Every time he got the black money, Wang Yong would try his best to intercept some of it and donate it quietly.

This is Wang Yong's biggest secret. If found above, Wang Yong will have to go to a military court.

But now there is no need to worry about this, because Wang Yong has long lost the word "Jun".

When he got home, Wang Yong polished the carefully selected four Haihuang hand strings again. The 2.0 beads were smaller by him, making them more suitable for girls.

Yes, Wang Yong chose these strings to give away people and women.

Enron, Zhong Xin, although he doesn't like him, he is the boss who pays his salary, so Wang Yong takes his love into account.

After some tossing, the day passed quickly. The night is coming again.

It's time for Wang Yong to teach again.

Wang Yong left a note to Enron and went out with the lesson plan.

Familiar with the road to the Zhong villa.

As soon as I enter the door, I see Zhong Yi sitting on the sofa, still reading. But Wang Yong is keen to find that he is absent-minded. His eyes seem to be in the book, but in fact he is not sure.

"You seem to have something on your mind?" Wang Yong smiles and talks to Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi was surprised to find that Wang Yong had already come. Reluctantly back to Wang Yong a smile, and then waved: "I'm a little uncomfortable, nothing."

"Oh." Wang Yong nodded, and then threw something“ Here you are. According to the compendium of Materia Medica, it has the functions of healing golden sores, stopping bleeding and pain, reducing swelling and promoting muscle production. No matter how bad it is, it can ward off evil spirits. It should be useful to you. "

Zhong Yi was surprised to catch what Wang Yong had thrown. When he saw it, he immediately recognized Haihuang.

"You bought it?" Zhongyi naturally knows that it's valuable. Such gorgeous patterns are rare.

"No, just booty." Wang Yong shrugged, didn't intend to explain to Zhong Yi, turned and went upstairs.

"Booty? Is it one of your spoils that Sun Xing was sent away from Tiantai city? " Zhong Yi sits back in his chair and murmurs.

While playing with Haihuang in his hand, he rubbed his forehead hard.

The man gave himself too many unexpected things. As my father said, he couldn't control it. But it's this uncontrollability that makes him behave like this.

Thinking of my father's phone call, the color of pain in my eyes is more intense.

"Wang Yong, Wang Yong, do you know this is your last lesson? Do you know that your salary these two days is not as valuable as this Haihuang bracelet? "

I like to talk to myself, as if I was stunned.

"Miss Wang, I saw you gave something to my sister. Do you have my share? If you dare say no, you'll never enter my room! " Zhong Xin ran out wearing a pair of short pants, with his hands on the door, threatening.

The snow-white slender thighs were exposed in front of Wang Yong's eyes.

"Of course, I dare not offend your eldest lady." Wang Yong said with a bitter face.

Then he pretended to be reluctant and handed a bracelet to Zhong Xin.

"Here, Hainan Huanghua pear. I'll tell you quietly that this is ten times more beautiful than your sister's! Don't tell her

On hearing Wang Yong's words, Zhong Xin's small face bloomed and his spirits soared.

Happy to take over the string, left to see right to see, can't put it down. All of a sudden, a touch of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he hooked up with Wang Yong.

Wang Yong bowed his head and thought Zhong Xin was going to whisper something to him.

Who knows the head just low, Zhong Xin suddenly stood on tiptoe in Wang Yong cheek kiss.

"For you!" With a big hand, Zhong Xin has an extraordinary bearing.