World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 38

The tools are placed on an old wooden table from the 70s and [-]s.

It may be that when it was temporarily set up, it was just moved up from the warehouse, and there was not only dust on it, but also a lot of gravel.

As an expert in finding leaks, smashing holes, and setting things up.

I will definitely not obey Ma Ping's mercy.

Ma Ping asked me to use three things on the old wooden table.

I prefer not to.

The two burden soldiers who were hanging were staring at me with despair in their eyes.

They knew it very clearly in their hearts.

Among the two.

One must be dropped today.

but me.

It was the undertaker.

I slowly picked up the pea-sized stone on the old wooden platform.

When Ma Ping saw this, her face was filled with disbelief.

Since then.

Her expression recovered, and she said with a cold face: "Fuck! This nima is a bit interesting! Okay, let's see how awesome you are!"

I didn't even get to the ten meter line.

instead.

The body took a few steps back.

Concentrate and calm down, focus on the wrist.

Aiming at the two porcelain vases on their heads, he flicked his hand forward quickly.

"Click, click" two sounds.

A small hole like a bullet hole appeared in the belly of the two porcelain vases.

The hallway!
The two stones passed through the porcelain vase, and with momentum, they floated into the distance and landed on the ground.

Jump, dance.

That's right.

Both porcelain vases are fakes!
Ma Ping set up a dead end for me.

She didn't want to let go of either of the two baggage soldiers.

Exam questions.

Obviously with teasing and contempt.

Huai Ji is Huai Lei.

Alive is king.

A bowl of rotten soil died.

Sister Jiu'er taught me the skills of grappling, fighting and killing.

In the previous bloody battle against Brother Pei's subordinate Honghua Gunlang, he was only counted as a grappling technique, which is the real killing technique!

Used it for the first time.

even.

I can put a black cloth on my eyes.

Listening to the sound of the wind blowing the rope, I shot the porcelain bottle with stones.However, if this is the case, there is no guarantee that the hole will come out, at most it will just be hit or smashed.

someone will ask.

Isn't there a shotgun on the old wooden stand? Don't you know how to use a gun?

I can use a gun.

But the cans in the shotgun are generally shotgun powder.

This kind of gun pushes and shoots by recoil, shoots out the shotgun, and relies on the scattered bullets to damage the prey.

As such.

Porcelain vases are bound to fall apart.

The two burden soldiers will also fall into the big hot pot with red barbed steel knives buried below.

How does Ma Ping deal with them.

I don't care.

But let them serve as tools and become voters.

I can not do it.

Porcelain vials pierced through small holes.

enough to guarantee.

While destroying the vase, they won't fall because of it.

Born to be human.

Can be cruel, but must be kind.

The two are not contradictory.

Seeing this, the two baggage soldiers were completely stunned.

Since then.

They were immediately overjoyed. "Sister Ping, we were wrong! Please keep your word and let us go!"

"Yes! Sister Ping, this little brother has completed your exam questions, please Sister Ping fulfill the agreement, please..."

All the bodyguards, who had been expressionless all the time, now opened their mouths slightly, their expressions full of surprise.

And Ma Ping.

In her hand holding the cigarette, the butt of the cigarette was about to burn her fingers, and she didn't know it yet.

After half an hour.

Ma Ping actually showed joy, and cursed: "Fuck!"

She threw away the cigarette butt, quickly got up from the seat, turned to the bodyguard and said, "These two guys have stepped on shit luck, let them go!"

Since then.

Ma Ping walked over quickly, changed her attitude 180 degrees, took the initiative to extend her hand to me, and asked enthusiastically: "What is your surname, brother?"

I replied, "Su Chen."

Ma Ping said with great joy: "Mr. Xu is simply... this is not possible. I will thank Mr. Xu again someday! Brother, we won't appraise that big treasure for now. I am more happy to know you than anything else. I'll give you the honor first." Have a meal?”

I looked at the time and replied: "We're done eating, let's get down to business and appraise treasures. I'll be busy later."

Complete the task for Mr. Xu first.

The main reason is.

I have never dealt with people like Ma Ping.

At the dinner table, I don't know how to communicate.

Ma Ping was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and gave me a thumbs up: "Brother Su is not sloppy and open-minded! That's all right, you come with me first!"

I followed Ma Ping and took another elevator, only going down one floor.

This floor is completely different from the place we came up to before, and I don't know how it was designed.

In front of a wall.

Ma Ping first patted the wall twice.

There was a "click" sound on the wall, and a small cover came out.

Inside the cover, a fingerprint lock is embedded.

Ma Ping pressed her fingerprint with her finger.

The lock is open.

Originally a complete wall.

At this moment, there was a "click" sound, and the hidden wall sliding door opened.

What kind of treasure is so precious?
Ma Ping took me into the house.

I saw a person inside.

When this person saw Sister Ping coming in, he looked very surprised and said in broken Chinese: "Ms. Ping, is this Mr. Xu Zhongmao you are talking about? How can he be so young!"

Judging by the accent.

Sakura people? !
Ma Ping replied: "Mr. Sakata, Mr. Xu didn't come today, but he introduced someone who will be in charge today."

When Bantian heard what Ma Ping said, his face was full of disbelief, and he said: "How can this be possible? In your words, this is called a bastard turning over and acting as a pot lid! Are you fooling me? I'm going to beat the people above you. Phone, this is wrong!”

Hearing this, Ma Ping looked quite irritable: "Mr. Sakata, if you want to call, call now! But I can tell you that Brother Su is no worse than Xu Zhongmao! If you don't want to be appraised, just wait a few days I'll talk about it when Mr. Xu comes back. But let me tell you, he has already gone to the capital, and I don't know when he will come back."

Since then.

Ma Ping sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and began to puff.

I have very pointed ears.

I heard Ma Ping curse in a very low voice: "Go to the paralyzed little devil!"

of course.

She speaks the Jinling dialect.

I suddenly had a good impression of Ma Ping.

When Sakata heard this, his expression was a little angry, but he also seemed helpless.

After a while, he came over and bowed to me: "Thank you Susan!"

I said: "I have limited time, let's get the things out."

Sakata took out a lockbox from under the desk and looked up at us.

I saw Ma Ping turned her head.

He is afraid that we will know the password.

mallet practice.

I listen to the sound once and remember the nuances.

If I memorize it twice when I go out, as long as the lockbox is in my hands, I can basically open it.

But I still turned my head away.

The lockbox opens.

Sakata said, "Susan, please keep your eyes open."

He even knows the lingo in our antique circle, and he seems to be a master who is not easy to fool.

I walked over and saw what was in the lockbox.

A sword!
I was a little dazed when I saw a poem on the sword box.

(End of this chapter)