The Heaven’s Jailer

Liu Lang underestimated the speed of information dissemination in the Internet age. As soon as he arrived at the security department, he was surrounded by a group of men, and Song Lala rushed to the front.

"Boss, have you moved to Nanshan University to teach?" The so-called master-student relationship between Liu Lang and Song Lala was not made public, so in front of everyone, Song Lala called Liu Lang the boss just like everyone else.

"Who said I quit?" Liu Lang asked in surprise.

"Aren't you the youngest professor in the news?" Song Lala doubted.

"It's me. I went to Nanshan University as a part-time job, and I won't leave the Mu Group." Liu Lang explained.

"Damn, I thought I would be promoted to manager soon!" Qu Mingcheng said with a bitter face. Of course, this sentence is a joke. He knew best that Liu Lang could not leave the Mu Group.

"Boss, are you having an affair with the principal of Nantah University? I don't think you look like a professor!" Song Lala obviously couldn't accept Liu Lang's new identity.

"Don't doubt my IQ. I'm just keeping a low profile. Let me give you an analogy. You are a college student and you face a group of elementary school students all day. Would you teach them the theory of differential integral probability? Obviously impossible, because you Even if I tell you, they don't understand!" Liu Lang said coquettishly with a slight smile.

"Boss, do you mean that you are a college student and we are elementary school students?" Feng Debiao, the security guard who had been knocked down by Liu Lang, said a little unconfidently.

"You are the primary school student, and your whole family is a primary school student." Liu Lang didn't say anything, and the others quit, and surrounded Feng Debiao and beat him up.

Although Feng Debiao was the third most capable person in the security team, he couldn't stand up to thirty or forty people, so he immediately ran away with his head in his arms.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Liu Lang dragged Qu Mingcheng to his office.

"Old Qu, do you know someone from the auction company?" Liu Lang asked Qu Mingcheng after closing the office door to prevent others from entering.

"People from the auction company? Don't tell me, I really know him. My aunt's cousin is the general manager of the Nanshan Branch of Caltex Auction House."

Liu Lang just asked casually, but he didn't expect that Qu Mingcheng really had the resources, and he was a senior executive of the auction company. In this case, his plan to auction the thousand-year-old wild ginseng would be easy to implement.

"Call and ask your cousin if he's free in the evening. I'll treat him to dinner and talk to him about business."

"What kind of business!" Qu Mingcheng asked curiously.

"I want to entrust an auction company to auction off some good things. You will know what it is in due time." Liu Lang deliberately kept it a secret.

"Okay, then I'll call right away."

Qu Mingcheng didn't go out either. In front of Liu Lang, he directly dialed his cousin's number and asked, his cousin really had time tonight.

"Boss, my cousin asked where to go at night? He will go there directly after get off work." Qu Mingcheng asked Liu Lang while covering the microphone of his mobile phone.

"Let's go to the Golden Lion!" With money and confidence, thinking that there were more than 300,000 yuan in the card, Liu Lang directly reported to the highest-end restaurant in Nanshan. Even though he felt that Jinshi's dishes were just like that, which was not as good as one-tenth of his own cooking.

When Qu Mingcheng heard that he was eating at the Golden Lion, he also felt that he had a special face, so he told his cousin directly.

After hanging up the phone, Qu Mingcheng laughed and said, "Boss, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I've lived in Nanshan for more than ten years, and I've never been to the Golden Lion for dinner. I'm going to open my eyes tonight."

"Look at how promising you are, the deal with your cousin has been concluded, and I will treat you to a golden lion every day from now on." Liu Lang laughed.

"Really? I will resolutely follow the boss in the future, and I will have meat to eat with the boss!" Qu Mingcheng looked happy. Although it is impossible to eat golden lions every day, he has also figured out Liu Lang's personality during this period of time. , this young master Liu is a man of the scene, as long as you treat him well, he will definitely repay you a hundred times.

The following day was quite difficult for Qu Mingcheng.

For his mind is full of golden lions,

The Golden Lion... Finally, when it was time to get off work, Qu Mingcheng stopped driving his Bora and went directly to Liu Lang's Land Rover.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Qu Mingcheng smacked his lips and said, "A luxury car is a luxury car, and sitting is comfortable."

Liu Lang smiled and didn't say a word. You must know that when he bought the car, he came and went for an old treasure like Qu Mingcheng, but in the end he bought this car in a daze. Otherwise, I wouldn't be a part-time professor at Nanshan University.

Liu Lang and Qu Mingcheng arrived at the Golden Lion Hotel in front, and Qu Mingcheng's cousin arrived in the back.

Just like when Qian Wei invited Liu Lang to dinner that day, Liu Lang also extravagantly chose a big box for ten people. The three of them sat in the empty big box, exuding a strong smell of pretense.

"Boss, this is my cousin, Zhou Xianming." Qu Mingcheng introduced.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou." Liu Lang shook hands with Zhou Xianming.

"Cousin, this is what I mentioned to you on the phone just now. My immediate leader is Liu Lang, the security manager of the Mu Group." Qu Mingcheng continued to introduce.

Zhou Xianming laughed, "Manager Liu is young and promising, he should take care of my cousin more in the future."

"I never regarded Lao Qu as an outsider, otherwise we wouldn't be able to meet each other." Liu Lang beckoned Zhou Xianming to sit down, and then the three of them ordered food and ordered two bottles of Moutai.

The food and wine came out quickly, and the three chatted while eating and drinking. After a while, Qu Mingcheng couldn't hold it anymore.

"Boss, you said to talk about business with my cousin, then let's talk about it! I'll be drunk for a while, but I can't talk about anything."

"Okay, then I won't beat around the bush." ​​Liu Lang put down his chopsticks and said, "Mr. Zhou, I invited you here today through Lao Qu. I mainly want to entrust your auction company to auction something."

"What?" Zhou Xianming asked.

"Some precious medicinal materials, ginseng, ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum." Liu Lang replied.

"Medical materials! To be honest, our Caltex auctions generally focus on antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Medicinal materials are rarely auctioned. The value of the main medicinal materials is slightly lower, and the profit margin is not large." Zhou Xianming hesitated and said. The implication is that even ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and Polygonum multiflorum can't compare to the antique calligraphy and paintings that cost millions.

"What's your charging method?" Liu Lang didn't continue to talk about medicinal materials, but asked about other aspects.

"The commission is based on a percentage of the auction price, usually five to ten percent." Zhou Xianming replied.

"Although I don't know how much the medicinal materials I have can be sold at auction, I think it should be no problem to bring your auction house more than one million profits."

"More than a million? Did I hear correctly? That would cost at least 10 million." Zhou Xianming looked surprised, and then emphasized: "The auction house will not package and auction medicinal materials."

Zhou Xianming doesn't know much about medicinal materials. Even the more expensive ginseng can be bought for a few thousand yuan a piece, and it costs a few thousand for ten million. Caltex will not pack and sell such cheap things.

"Where are you thinking! Although I have a lot of medicinal materials, I will only take out a small part, at most a dozen ginseng, ganoderma and Polygonum multiflorum." Liu Lang laughed.

"Can a dozen trees sell for more than 10 million?" Zhou Xianming obviously didn't believe it.

"What if those ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum are more than a thousand years old and purely wild?" Liu Lang asked rhetorically.

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