He Has a Dragon

When Mu Xiyan first came to Wang Le, Mu Xihu, who had already left to do business, led a group of staff to carefully transport the latest batch of antique cultural relics to the banquet hall stage.

At this time, the guests who were scattered around the banquet hall formed a circle in groups of three or five. Seeing that the show was about to begin, they stopped chatting and rushed to the nearest place under the stage. They couldn't wait to see these antique cultural relics. style.

"The antique cultural relics that Jia Shaoxiang placed in No. 1991 were stolen by thieves, which led to the murderer Xiao Bai Lian. He met the big master Fat Tuo and the male thief in the suburbs of Beijing! That battle was really thrilling. , I will never forget it in my life!”

One day, a descendant of an aristocratic family who was watching the scene in the suburbs of Beijing sighed softly to his friends around him, and couldn't help but look like he was having endless aftertaste and couldn't extricate himself.

"Mu Xihu is really happy to have Wang Le as his brother-in-law. Looking at the four-nine cities, who would dare to play tricks on this little tiger like before, unless he thinks he has lived too long and is looking for death!"

"It really makes people envious and jealous!"

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Just when the audience was buzzing, Mu Xihu on the stage took over the microphone that had been adjusted by the staff, coughed twice to clear his throat, and then opened his mouth and said: "Welcome everyone to tonight's 1991 Banquet at the private club."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guests under the stage applauded very enthusiastically.

Mu Xihu showed a satisfied look, then smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Everyone is an acquaintance who looks up and disappears on the ground of Forty-Nine City, so I won't be polite and beat around the bush, and go straight to the topic. Then I just want to show you the seven antique cultural relics tonight one by one to open your eyes!"

Speaking of this, Mu Xihu paused, glanced at everyone in the audience, and then continued: "I think everyone already knew the rules before attending tonight's banquet, that is, these seven antique cultural relics will only Three pieces were auctioned, and the one with the highest price will get them. As for the other four pieces, they are of course not for sale and will be kept in my private club No. 1991 as treasures."

At the end, Mu Xihu did not forget to add: "These seven antique cultural relics were all provided by Mr. Jia Shaoxiang. Since he is away from home on official business, I can only host the auction tonight. If there is any improper reception, Please bear with me."

After finishing speaking, Mu Xihu moved back with his big hand, and saw a beautiful staff member behind, well-trained, walking to the front of the stage carrying a wooden tray covered with red cloth and silk.

Mu Xihu uncovered the red cloth and saw a tea set consisting of four teacups and a small teapot placed on the wooden tray.

"Don't underestimate this dark tea set. It was made during the Northern Song Dynasty. It has a long history and is well preserved. Today, I can say that it is a unique one. There will never be another set..."

When Mu Xihu stood on the stage and introduced in an orderly manner, Wang Le, who was standing behind the guests behind the stage, smiled and whispered to Mu Xiyan next to him: "Xiaohu's progress is getting bigger and bigger, and his future prospects will be better." Unlimited.”

Mu Xiyan rolled her eyes at Wang Le, and then said angrily: "It's not because you spoiled him, and you didn't know how much resources and energy was wasted before and after."

Although Mu Xiyan said nothing nice, her heart was full of happiness and sweetness. She knew that Wang Le really regarded Mu Xihu as his biological brother, otherwise, he would not treat him so sincerely.

"You can't waste it like this in the future. You paid for those antiques and cultural relics with your life." Mu Xiyan said softly.

Wang Le grinned silently, and then said, "Honey, do you want to leave these antique treasures to our future children?"

"Uh!" Mu Xiyan blushed and rolled her eyes at Young Master Wang again.

At this moment, Wang Le's cell phone vibrated in his suit pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Xiao Yuanfang calling. He quickly walked outside the banquet hall and answered the call.

"Where?" As soon as the call was connected, Xiao Yuanfang asked in a deep voice on the other end of the phone.

Wang Le walked towards the door of the banquet hall and replied: "I'm attending a banquet! What's the matter?"

"It's not convenient to be on the phone, you should come back now!" After Xiao Yuanfang finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Wang Le's reply.

This made Wang Le's heart sink slightly, and a bad feeling gradually arose.

As his mind wandered, Wang Le paused, turned around and walked back to Mu Xiyan.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Wang Le's face that was returning with a trace of solemnity, Mu Xiyan stepped forward and asked softly.

Wang Le didn't hide anything, and replied apologetically: "Honey, my adoptive father asked me to go back now. I think I have something serious to say, so I can't continue attending the banquet with you."

Mu Xiyan didn't think much, and said simply: "Business matters are important, you'd better go back quickly, don't keep Uncle Xiao waiting."

Then the two said a few words to say goodbye, and Wang Le hurriedly left the banquet hall, once again attracting the attention of the guests, who were curious as to why the other party ran away just as the show started.

But soon, Mu Xihu showed off a second antique on the stage, a "Portrait of Vimalakirti" by Li Gonglin of the Northern Song Dynasty. The guests could no longer care about Wang Le leaving and began to concentrate on admiring...

Wang Le, who walked out of the private club No. 1991, drove his white Audi Q7 towards his residence at a fast speed. It took about ten minutes for the car to dive into the alley of his residence and parked along the asphalt road. In front of the yard.

When Wang Le parked the car and walked through the yard into the house, Xiao Yuanfang was sitting on the sofa in the living room, frowning slightly and smoking a cigarette as if he was worried.

"Sit down!" Xiao Yuanfang didn't even raise his head to look at Wang Le, he just said hello casually.

Wang Le walked to the sofa opposite and sat down, then quickly asked: "Is there any news about Hong Burang?"

Xiao Yuanfang raised his head and glanced at Wang Le, then pressed half of the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, sighed, shook his head and replied: "I didn't find it."

Wang Le's heart sank completely, his brows furrowed tightly, and he said, "Hong Burang was seriously injured and will definitely live in seclusion. Did the lurking personnel in the United States not discover his hiding place?"

Xiao Yuanfang, who straightened up and sat on the sofa again, shook his head again and said with certainty: "Hong Burang did not appear in the family's hometown, and he is not anywhere else in the United States!"

"Ah?" Wang Leman looked at Xiao Yuanfang with surprise and said in disbelief: "No way, he was so seriously injured. Only by returning to his hometown in the United States can he heal with peace of mind!"