My wife participated in the show, my private house money was exposed

Chapter 44 Treat money like dung!

All 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 decide this matter, I have to listen to my husband."

What?

Many question marks appeared on everyone's heads.

I thought I had heard it wrong.

At the scene of the show, the microphone in the host's hand almost fell to the ground.

A bed sells for 27 billion!

Murong Wan'er didn't sell it?

"Fuck, did I hear correctly? My wife actually refused?"

"Could it be that my wife regards money as dung?"

"Come on, my wife is a little money fanatic. Wasn't she participating in the show just for the reward?"

"Also, my wife said that this bed is uncomfortable to sleep on, so you want to throw it away?"

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

"Throw it away? Damn it! I almost burst into tears, this is 27 billion yuan to be thrown away!"

……

And with Murong Wan'er refusing.

On the land of Huaxia, in antique shops that have been passed down for hundreds of years, an old man slumped down on a sofa or a seat.

A second ago, they seemed to have been beaten to death, bidding wildly.

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

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

"No matter what, we must get this agarwood dragon bed, this is related to the future of our antique shop!"

"Looking at what my wife means, it seems that it's not that I don't want to sell it, but that I want to listen to her husband's opinion. It seems that we have to go there ourselves!"

……

The show scene.

"Madam, 27 billion, 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 affairs."

Murong Wan'er said obediently, but she quickly clenched her fists and said through gnashing her teeth, "But when my husband comes back, I must interrogate him carefully. He actually hid such an expensive thing from me. If he doesn't Explain clearly, I won't let him go to bed, hum..."

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

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

This scene made the old iron in the live broadcast room very excited.

After being rejected, Xu Zhangyan frowned slightly, full of unwillingness.

The agarwood dragon bed is too precious, any antique shop that can take it down will have one more treasure of its own, and will be invincible in the cruel and fierce market competition!

This is also the reason why Dragon Bed was snapped up by the whole network.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhangyan pondered for a long time, left the show for a while, and made a call.

……

And this time.

The Imperial Capital of China, Bureau of Cultural Relics.

The leader, Feng Xiandu, was 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 immediately relaxed.

He picked up the phone and said with a smile: "Old comrade, I was surprised that you took the initiative to call me. Why, aren't you busy recently?"

The old comrade-in-arms that Feng Xiandu talked about was none other than Xu Anbang, the head and boss of Longteng Pavilion.

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

In an emergency operation, the two fought side by side. During the operation, Xu Anbang blocked the gangster's knife for Mr. Feng, so that he was sterile for life.

The two joined the army in the same year and were discharged in the same year.

Before being discharged from the army, the two hugged each other and cried like dogs.

Feng Xiandu even swore that no matter what it is in this life, as long as Xu Anbang speaks, he will never frown!
After retiring from the army, Feng Xiandu entered the political world and made great progress all the way. He is now the head of the Bureau of Cultural Relics.

Xu Anbang, on the other hand, inherited his father's business and returned to his hometown to manage Longteng Pavilion.

However, over the years, Xu Anbang has never done anything with Feng Xiandu.

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

If it is mixed with personal interests, it will not be pure.

However, Feng Xiandu also secretly helped Xu Anbang.

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

"Old Feng, I need your help with something."

Xu Anbang didn't exchange pleasantries, but said straight to the point.

Feng Xiandu was stunned for a moment, and then he said happily: "After all these years, it's rare that I can help you with something. What is it? As long as I can do it, I will never frown."

"I want to buy the first dragon bed in the history of China—the agarwood dragon bed, but the hostess doesn't seem to be interested in selling it. I don't know if you know the host. 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 store inherited from the previous year, and it is very important to Longteng Pavilion."

"What! Agarwood dragon bed!"

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

(End of this chapter)