Wife Participated In The Show And Exposed My Private Money

Everyone's eyes focused on Murong Wan'er.

Waiting for her to say the expected answer.

However, Murong Wan'er didn't hesitate for almost a second, shook her head, and said: "I can't sell, I can't do this thing, I have to listen to my husband."

What?

Many question marks appeared on everyone's heads.

I thought I had heard it wrong.

During the show, the microphone in the host's hand almost fell to the ground.

A bed sells for 2.7 billion!

Murong Wan'er didn't sell it?

"Fuck, I heard it right? My wife refused?"

"Does it mean that Mrs. She regards money as dung?"

"Come on, my wife is just a little money fan. Wasn't she just for rewards when she participated in the show?"

"Also, my wife said before that this bed was uncomfortable to fall asleep, and I want to throw it away, right?"

"There is such a thing, I remember it clearly!"

"Throw it away? Damn it! I ran away in tears. This is about throwing away 2.7 billion!"

...

And with Murong Wan'er refused.

On the land of China, in antique shops that have been passed down for a century, a famous old man collapsed on the sofa and seat.

A second ago, they were still bidding frantically as if they had been beaten up.

But now, it seems that all the strength has been emptied.

"It turned down, the hostess turned it down! But we can't just give up!"

"In any case, we have to get this agarwood dragon bed, which is related to the future of our antique shop!"

"Looking at what the wife meant, it seems that it is not not to sell, but to listen to her husband's opinion. It seems that we have to go there in person!"

...

The show scene.

"Madam, 2.7 billion yuan, we can still discuss the price, are you really not going to sell it?"

Xu Zhangyan couldn't help asking.

"Well, my husband is in charge of family matters."

Murong Wan'er said obediently, but quickly clenched her pink fist, bit her little tiger's teeth and said, "But when my husband comes back, I must interrogate him carefully. He is hiding such an expensive thing from me. If he doesn't Explain clearly, I won't let him go to bed, huh..."

Just after speaking, Murong Wan'er suddenly realized that her words seemed to be ambiguous.

A cute and sexy face suddenly became extremely ruddy, as if it was about to shed juice.

In this scene, the old iron in the live broadcast room was fascinated.

After being rejected, Xu Zhang frowned slightly, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

The agarwood dragon bed is too precious, which antique shop can get it will have one more treasure of the town, and it will be invincible in the cruel and fierce market competition!

This is also the reason why Dragon Bed was snatched by the entire network.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhangyan was in deep thought for a long time, temporarily left the show scene and dialed a phone call.

...

And this time.

China Imperial Capital, Cultural Relics Bureau.

Chief Feng Xiandu, sitting in the office looking at the documents.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Feng Xiandu glanced at the phone, and the wrinkles on his face suddenly unfolded.

He picked up the phone and said with a smile: "Old comrade-in-arms, you can take the initiative to call me, it surprised me, why, not busy lately?"

The old comrade-in-arms in Feng Xiandu's mouth is the palm and boss of Longtengge, Xu Anbang.

Thirty years ago, both of them were passionate young men who joined the military and became close comrades-in-arms.

In an emergency operation, the two fought side by side. During the operation, Xu Anbang blocked the gangster for Feng Xian, resulting in life-long infertility.

The two served as soldiers in the same year and were discharged in the same year.

Before leaving the army, the two hugged each other and cried like dogs.

Feng Xiandu even swears that no matter what is going on in this life, as long as Xu Anbang speaks, his brows will not be frowned!

After retiring from the army, Feng Xiandu entered the political circle, and he is now the leader of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

Xu Anbang inherited his father's business and returned to his hometown to run Longteng Pavilion.

However, for so many years, Xu Anbang has never asked Feng Xian to do anything.

In his opinion, the friendship of comrades-in-arms is the purest friendship in this world.

If it is mixed with personal self-interest, it is not pure.

However, Feng Xiandu did not help Xu Anbang secretly.

It is precisely because of this that Longteng Pavilion has become the top three antique shop in China.

"Old Feng, I need your help."

Xu Anbang said straightforwardly without any greetings.

Feng Xiandu was taken aback for a moment, and then overjoyed: "For so many years, it's rare to do something for you, what is it? As long as I can do it, I won't frown."

"I want to buy the first dragon bed in China's history-agarwood dragon bed, but the hostess does not seem to be interested in selling it. I don't know if you know the hostess. I hope you can help me talk about it. If they want to sell If so, consider Longteng Pavilion."

Xu Anbang said, "I also know that this matter may be difficult for you to do, but this dragon bed is enough to become the treasure of the town and store from the previous year, and it is very important to the Longteng Pavilion."

"What! Agarwood Dragon Bed!"

Feng Xiandu suddenly sat up from his seat, his face full of horror and shock, "You can't buy this bed, absolutely can't buy it!"

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