May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

Bill looked at him confusedly. He was also very knowledgeable for the black doctor who had worked for so many years. Seeing the appearance of the chief executive, I also knew that I might have caused some trouble.

If it wasn't for the money in his hand that hadn't been exchanged yet, he wanted to run away.

"It's the Lotus Sutra, it really is the Lotus Sutra." The middle-aged man murmured excitedly, "It really is."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly changed his face, his whole body exuding majestic pressure, "Excuse me, sir, where did you get this necklace?"

"This...this..." Bill naturally wouldn't tell the truth, once he said it, he was dead. "I picked it up from the port. I thought it was worthless."

Bill just made an excuse.

"Is it valuable?"

"Yes, very valuable." The middle-aged man nodded, "I'll give you ten thousand dollars."

"One...ten thousand dollars?" My God! He is rich.

"Well! Please go and collect the money!" The middle-aged man wrote a separate list and handed it to him.

"Thank you, thank you!" So much Qianbill had been dazzled for a long time, and he took the order and couldn't wait to get the money.

After he left, the middle-aged man tapped on the table and a man in a black Tang suit came out from behind. Say in fluent Mandarin: "Manager Xing, what's your order?"

"Go, follow that man for me."

"Yes."

After the man left, Manager Xing couldn't wait to get up and did not check his accounts, and directly asked the driver to drive towards the manor in the suburbs.

On the outskirts of the city, there are many super rich people, one of them is a white manor. It is very famous locally, especially in the Chinese world.

Manager Xing’s car reached the door of the white manor, and the door slowly opened. But he didn't dare to get in in the car, instead he got out of the car and walked in humbly.

The management of the manor is extremely strict. The servants and bodyguards are yellow, black and white. Seeing Mr. Xing nodded and greeted him, Mr. Xing has been serving the manor’s director since he was a child, and it has been 50 years now.

The manor looks European style from the outside, but the inside is decorated in Chinese style. It is quaint, and the display is mostly valuable antique works of art.

Manager Xing came to the study on the first floor and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in."

Behind the red sandalwood desk inside, sat an old man with silver hair, dressed in a good-quality Tang suit and wearing a pair of reading glasses. Seeing Mr. Xing coming in, he took off his reading glasses and smiled and said, "Didn't you go to check the accounts? Why did you come back?"

"Sir." Manager Xing bowed very gentlemanly, "I encountered something, so I want to bring it back to you to see."

"What's a good thing? Are you afraid to look at you?"

"A very ordinary silver necklace." Manager Xing carefully took out the necklace from his body and placed it gently in front of the old man.

The old man put on reading glasses, and the necklace was clearly displayed in front of him. He picked it up excitedly, and he didn't need to use a magnifying glass to see the difference in the necklace.

"Made of Mithril, no more than a hundred years old." He gently stroked it in his old hand, and then said excitedly: "The notch on it is the Lotus Sutra, isn't it?" It is indeed the largest antique dealer in the United States. When dealing with antique art all his life, the old man can perceive everything even if he closes his eyes.

"Yes, it is the Lotus Sutra."

"The Lotus Sutra is my sister's scripture." Feng Jiazu was in the antique business. Because he has dealt with antiquities for many years, every child will have a scripture of his own since he was born deliberately.

Everyone's scriptures are different, and they are carved into their own jewelry with the craftsmanship of micro-carving. In Shanghai in 1930, the Feng family was a powerful and prominent family. Later, in order to escape the war, the Feng family moved to the United States, and so many years passed.