Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 201

Seeing Tao Jun bleeding from his seven orifices, Qin Fei quickly let go.

It's true that he wanted to teach Tao Jun a lesson, but if Tao Jun died in his own hands, that's something he absolutely didn't want to see.

Slowly letting go, Qin Fei supported Tao Jun and laid him flat on the ground. Qin Fei checked Tao Jun's breathing.

Still alive!

Qin Fei breathed a sigh of relief, but Tao Jun's situation was still not optimistic.

Looking at the extremely pale Tao Jun, Qin Fei knew that Tao Jun had some kind of disease.

Qin Fei yelled a few times, but no one answered for a long time.

Qin Fei was a little surprised that the huge Tao family didn't even have a housekeeper or servant.

Running quickly to the security booth, Qin Fei found that the security guard who was there not long ago disappeared in the security booth.

I don't know where I went.

Back at the villa, Qin Fei walked quickly to the backyard, and finally saw Tao Jun's father Tao Dayong in the backyard.

At this time, Tao Dayong was sitting in the small garden in the backyard of the villa, and a well-dressed man was sitting opposite him.

On the table in front of the two of them, there was something like a book.

Being carefully guarded!

Moving forward quickly, Qin Fei discovered that the man who was discussing business with Tao Dayong was actually a foreigner.

But Qin Fei ignored it, and hurriedly said: "Did Tao Jun suffer from some kind of disease? He is lying in the villa now, bleeding from all seven orifices."

Tao Jun waved his hand to his interpreter to ask him to stop translating.

Then he looked at Qin Fei: "Qin Fei, I have something urgent to do now, you'd better not interrupt me."

After finishing speaking, Tao Dayong once again looked at the foreigner opposite him.

"Mr. Smith, let's continue."

The interpreter followed the interpreter very eye-catchingly, and Smith on the opposite side smiled slightly and said.

"Do you need Mr. Tao to deal with personal matters first?"

After listening to the translator, Qin Fei rushed to speak before Tao Dayong.

"If you ignore Tao Jun, he may bleed to death from his seven orifices. At that time, your own son will die in your own villa, and you, the father, are still discussing business in the backyard of the villa. You see How funny this is."

Tao Dayong's expression changed, but then returned to normal.

"Qin Fei, I'm talking about business now, if you don't leave right away, I won't be polite."

Qin Fei sneered: "Okay, since you don't even want to take care of your own son, then I don't have to meddle in my own business."

Tao Dayong didn't seem to hear Qin Fei's words, but said to Smith in front of him, "Mr. Smith, can't this "Book of Mani Teacher Awarded by the Uighur Kingdom" really be cheaper?"

Smith shook his head, and the translator translated his words at the same time: "Mr. Tao, you must know that this "Mani Teaching Book Bestowed by the Uyghur Kingdom", but Aiteng Liluoyulu Meishihelu Hupijia Khan, your ancient China The emperor named him Huaixin Khan."

"The edict for granting the land of the Manichean religion to spread teachings, the market price is just like this, 65 is definitely worth the money."

Tao Dayong stretched out his hand and made a gesture of six, and said firmly: "60!"

"If there are more, our business can be blown away."

After the translator finished speaking, Smith frowned, as if making a difficult decision.

"Okay, Mr. Tao, because we have cooperated many times, and for the sake of our friendship to last, 60 is 60."

Tao Dayong suddenly grinned: "Mr. Smith, I like to hear what you say, for the sake of our friendship."

Smith said again: "Mr. Tao, there is an old saying in your Huaxia, it is better to hit the sun than choose the day."

"Let's close the deal here today, and I have to catch a plane."

"no problem!"

After all, Tao Dayong boldly took out a check from his body, took out one and wrote the amount of 60.

Tao Dayong placed the check in front of Smith: "Mr. Smith, happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation, Mr. Tao." Smith looked at the check in front of him contentedly, and was about to put his hand out to put it away.

At this moment, Qin Fei, who had just left, returned to the side of the two of them at some point, and said abruptly, "If you buy this, you will be at a loss."

Tao Dayong frowned suddenly: "Qin Fei, what do you mean?"

"I warn you, if you mess up my business, I won't let you go."

Qin Fei sneered coldly: "Although this "Uighur Kingdom Bestows Mani Teacher" looks perfect and is worth a lot, if it is really okay, it will only be worth 60 yuan?"

"Don't you see something wrong with this?"

Watching the two of them talking, Smith realized that Qin Fei, intentionally or unintentionally, was talking about "Mani Teacher Awarded by the Uighur Kingdom" with Tao Dayong, and asked: "Mr. Tao, is there something wrong with "The Mani Teacher Awarded by the Uighur Kingdom"?" ?"

"No problem, why is there any problem with Mr. Smith's goods." Tao Dayong said with a smile.

Before the translator could start translating, he was interrupted again by Qin Fei.

"There is a problem, of course there is a problem."

"The title page of "The Uyghur Kingdom Confers Mani Teaching Book" is the emperor's personal letter to Huaixin Khan, and it is full of two pages."

Tao Dayong said impatiently: "Is there any problem?"

"Of course there is!"

Qin Fei said to himself: "Can't you see that this title page has been replaced by someone?"

"This is impossible!" Smith, who was sitting opposite Tao Dayong, suddenly said something in Chinese.

Immediately, Smith found himself gaffe.

Before Tao Dayong could ask a question, he quickly said in some broken Chinese: "Mr. Tao, I didn't mean to deliberately hide that I know Chinese."

"It's just that I have started to learn Huaxia, but I am not particularly proficient. I can only speak a few words."

Smith's broken Chinese was interspersed with some foreign languages, and the interpreter cleverly followed the translation, so that Tao Dayong could understand all of Smith's words.

Tao Dayong put on a fake smile: "Mr. Smith is really knowledgeable and humble. This Chinese language can communicate with an illiterate like me, Tao, and he is so humble."

Facing Tao Dayong's insinuation, Smith smiled awkwardly.Then he pointed the finger directly at Qin Fei.

"Sir, I don't know what you mean, but I have one thing to declare, this "Mani Teacher Awarded by the Uighur Kingdom" cannot be fake!"

Qin Fei chuckled, and turned to the title page of "The Uighur State Bestows Mani as a Teacher", and placed it on the table in front of the two of them.

"Mr. Smith, I want to ask, this book must be quite old. It stands to reason that even if it is well maintained, there will be natural phenomena such as the pages turning yellow."

"On the contrary, it may even become damp and moldy, and it may even be impossible to survive at all."

"Why is this title page brand new?"

As he said that, Qin Fei showed a playful smile: "Could it be that the ancients had preservation techniques far ahead of their time?"

(End of this chapter)