The next morning, Xue Xiang arranged for Gu Changdao and Vice President Wang to accompany Liu Ying'er in the hospital to watch Dabao's surgery. He took the scroll, took the lame old man, got on the taxi he had booked yesterday, and headed towards Rongbaotang. The Rongbaotang selected by Xue Xiang was the largest pawn shop in Hong Kong. It is strong and is a good place for the famous national treasures.

Rongbaotang is located on Central Ring Avenue, only more than ten minutes' drive from Shengye Hotel. Xue Xiang arrived before he finished smoking a cigarette. When he got off the bus, the middle-aged driver suddenly said something more, saying that if he wanted something of a very valuable quality, it would be better to go to the Xie family pawn shop, which is an old shop with high credibility.

The seemingly unintentional words of the middle-aged driver seemed to praise the Xie family's pawnshop, but in fact they were vaguely saying that the Rongbaotang was not authentic in business. Xue Xiangxinnian sent a telegram and thought through the Chinese words of the middle-aged driver. However, since he had arrived at the door, how could he turn his back without asking the previous question? Even if he wanted to go to the Xie family's pawnshop, he always wanted to compare the goods.

Xue Xiangchong's driver smiled and handed him a cigarette, asking him to stay in the car at all. He said he would go in and look back. After giving the instructions, he led the lame old man to the store. He said that the Rongbao Hall was decorated in a magnificent manner. In the land of Hong Kong Island, every inch of land was valuable, a trading hall of several square meters was arranged, which was decorated in a magnificent manner.

Xue Xiang guessed that the reason for the decoration of the pawn shop was nothing more than that, it gave people a sense of popularity and wealth, making people feel that they could be treated as any treasure here; the second was that it made the guests feel embarrassed and insignificant, and when bargaining, they lost their momentum first. This was the same as the medieval believers who built a magnificent temple and suppressed believers.

Xue Xiang naturally would not be confused by this little trick. Although the hall is big and the decoration is rich, it is just a good living room for him. Not to mention his past life, he encountered various large luxury stores, but in this life. He has also been to the Great Hall of the People. In front of him, the formation is nothing but chicken, duck, goose feathers, and it is not worth laughing at.

Xue Xiang held the mahogany box with his hands raised his chest and walked with his freehand style. But the lame old man couldn't do it. He limped and walked. Goodbye, a big scene that he had never encountered in half a lifetime, and he didn't know which foot to take first. His feet stood on the thick wool carpet, and kept trembling, which made the etiquette lady who was welcomed in front of the door cover her mouth and chuckled. Fortunately, this place was a pawn shop, and she didn't recognize clothes or people, but only recognized whether there was a guy in the customer's hands. She might have been bounted out long ago.

Xue Xiang took a few more steps, and suddenly felt that no one was following behind him. Looking back, he saw that the lame old man was still at the gate and shivered. He was annoyed and shouted: "You are all fucking blind. You didn't see the guests being unable to move. Why don't you fucking help the old man in? What service?"

Xue Xiang didn't use Cantonese this time, pretending to be a Hong Kong islander. After all, he was a lame person and pretended not to be like him. His sex would restore his original appearance, and he opened his mouth and used Mandarin to scold him arrogantly. The reason why Xue Xiang acted like Qiu Ba was to raise his body. Otherwise, he would be killed by an honest nanny later. Although this painting must be redeemed, the more money he used, the more he earned in the stock market. Xue Xiang naturally hoped to sell it at a high price.

Xue Xiang scolded him, and there was a silence in the lobby. The customers, pawnsmen and service staff standing around him all looked at him, all surprised. Everyone really didn't expect that someone would dare to speak so wildly in Rongbaotang. He was still a mainland boy, and he didn't ask where this place was.

As soon as Xue Xiang said this, several big men in yellow dressed up surrounded him, looking as if they were the security guards here.

"What's wrong, the store bullies customers?" Xue Xiang still stood in the local area with a mahogany box.

The four or five security guards seemed to be unable to understand Mandarin and continued to move forward until they surrounded Xue Xiang and then gained their foothold.

One of them, who was called Brother Hao, seemed to be the leader. He thought Xue Xiang didn't understand, so he cursed in Cantonese and said that he wanted to catch Xue Xiang's big circle to a secluded place and clean up. He murmured that there was something good in the mahogany box and handed it to the hall, and there would be a prize.

After hearing this, Xue Xiang knew that Rongbaotang must be the industry of a community in Hong Kong.

The Independent Commission Against Corruption here has been established for four or five years, and it has spared no effort to crack down on corruption in the government and police systems, but it cannot control the size of the community. At this moment, the power of the Hong Kong community is powerful. The most famous "Lao K" and "Yizi Tang" each have no less than tens of thousands of gangs, which is amazing.

However, Hong Kong Island clubs are also stolen. The business they run is rules and credibility, and will definitely not blackmail customers. Therefore, there are still many customers in the lobby of Rongbao Hall.

Although the Rongbaotang store is not bullying customers, it is still unwilling to let others come to the door. Xue Xiang scolded him like a provocative scolding, and he was naturally regarded as a search for trouble. He also spoke Mandarin. These guys, who are called security guards but are actually a community member, naturally regarded him as a fat meat in the bowl.

The security guards surrounded Xue Xiang and saw that he was about to take the person. Suddenly, a sudden shout came from a distance: "Stop!"

While speaking, a young man came through.

The young man looked twenty-seven or eight, with a normal appearance and a short figure of about one-two meters, but he was powerful. Four or five black-dressed men followed him. He shouted and shouted, and the security guards surrounding Xue Xiang turned around, bowed to the man, and said in unison: "Hello Xiang Sheng!"

Xue Xiang knew that this was a person with the final say. When he watched TVB soap operas in later generations, he knew that in Hong Kong, he was usually used to calling a big name, a student.

The young man, known as Xiang Sheng, waved his hand and said hello. He stretched out his hand from afar and walked towards Xue Xiang. The words were actually in standard Mandarin: "Sir, this sir, this shop is not well-polite, don't blame me!"

After saying that, Xiang Sheng explained to the man in black on the left side behind him. The man immediately shouted at a few young and beautiful girls in red dress, and supported the lame old man forward with all his heart. Finally, he put it on a wide sofa, and went to work hard to serve tea and water.

The hand that Xiang Sheng stretched out, Xue Xiang gently snatched, and then relaxed, saying carelessly: "You are still aware of things. Okay, we guys don't talk nonsense. We are tight, we can press on something, exchange some money for spending, and leave, and we will go to the sofa, and always let you open your eyes."

Xue Xiang said this without any reason, and the big man behind Xiang Sheng changed his expression, but Xiang Sheng did not change his expression and smiled: "Is this gentleman's accent that is from the capital? Haven't he asked for the name Gao?"

Xue Xiang waved his hand, his face full of impatientness: "Xue Xiang! Okay, don't ask questions, always come to do business with you, don't just get close to me, quickly call out all the masters in your store, and call out a few more doctors, don't scare a few later, and I didn't say hello in advance."

After saying that, Xue Xiang ignored everyone and strode towards the lame old man. When he got closer, he sat on the sofa and leisurely got up to tea.

"Xiang Sheng, I think it's just two smuggled landlords. We're here to come to the boss. I think it's better to drive it out first and find a secluded place..."

"Shut up, dogs can't change their shit. What is this place? Put it away for you to fight and kill." Xiang Sheng stared at Brother Hao who had just spoken out, and shouted in a deep voice.

After the training, Xiang Sheng snapped his fingers and just now he called the black-clad man who was a girl in red dress to serve the lame old man. He immediately walked towards the counter. Soon, four sixty-six-year-old men walked out through the small door on the side of the counter.

Xiang Sheng waved his hand to stop everyone's greetings, made a gesture, and strode towards Xue Xiang's sofa, and the four old men followed closely.

However, Xiang Sheng’s original name is Xiang Qiang, who is the male leader Xiang Yan in front of the “Yizitang”. He is gloomy and stubborn and has a tough figure. After his old man Xiang Yan abdicated due to physical reasons, he stayed in Baodao, while Xiang Qiang’s brothers supported “Yizitang”. In recent years, his development momentum has surpassed that of “Old…

The momentum of k”.

The reason why Xiang Qiang tolerated Xue Xiang so much and attracted a group of old men according to Xue Xiang's request was not that he was born with a good temper. It was because Xiang Qiang intuitively believed that Xue Xiang had seen the world and had good objects in his hands.

Xiang Qiang's judgment was not only from Xue Xiang's standard capital accent, but when Xue Xiang entered the door, he was not moved by the magnificence of the whole house. This was not the aura that ordinary mainlanders should have. Moreover, Xue Xiang's slutty voice was not pretentious, but with the momentum that was coming to his face, showing that he was full of confidence.

As soon as Xiang Qiang led the four old men to sit down, Xue Xiang called the girl in red standing beside her and cut off the teacup and fruit plate on the table. He then asked someone to wipe the tea table carefully, then opened the mahogany box, put the silk scroll on it, and slowly spread it out.

The entire tea table was very long, more than four meters long. The scroll was rolled together and seemed to be small in size. But as soon as it was spread out, it occupied a quarter of the tea table. Then, Xue Xiang snapped his fingers, and the old man understood and immediately started talking to himself.

"The painting is called "Han Xizai Night Banquet", author of the Five Dynasties painter Gu Hongzhong, was painted in the reign of Li Houzhu of the Southern Tang Dynasty. The size:,, the whole picture is neat and delicate, the line drawing is precise and elegant, and the characters are mostly bright colors such as vermilion red, light blue, light green, orange and yellow…………….”

When the lame old man saw the antique, he was almost like he was obsessed with the calming agent. At this moment, he was calm and calm, and he was as angry as he whispered a loud voice and spoke clearly, which made everyone hear it clearly.

This time, the painting was introduced by Xue Xiang in advance this morning. At that time, the lame old man almost went crazy when he saw "Han Xizai Night Banquet". When he heard Xue Xiang say he wanted to treat this national treasure, he immediately had a bad temper and disagreed. In the end, Xue Xiang persuaded him to only be a month, and he would redeem it immediately after one month. He threatened that if the lame old man did not help, the painting was cheap and the money was not enough, he would have to be replaced by a dead man and not redeem it. This two-pronged approach would make the lame old man submit. (To be continued)
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