Myriad Realms: Opening Decisive Battle at Bright Summit

Chapter 234 Could it be that my hidden identity of the boss behind the scenes will be discovered so soon?
"Hey."

Ling Feng answered the phone casually, "Xiao Hai... I know, I won't sell it, yes, I won't sell it for any amount of money, that's all."

After speaking, Ling Feng hung up the phone.

Qin Lan frowned suspiciously, "Whose phone number?"

Ling Feng said indifferently: "It's just a little brother. He said that there was an idiot with a lot of money who wanted to buy my things, and asked me if I would sell them."

Zhong Yuncong was suddenly furious, "Ling, what do you mean? You are looking for trouble, right? Didn't you see that I was buying the real one? What you sell can be compared to what I buy?"

Ling Feng smiled coldly, "Young Master Cong, you don't have to be so active in checking your seats."

At this time, Zhong Yuncong's cell phone rang.

"I'll settle the score with you later!" Zhong Yuncong gave Ling Feng a vicious look, and picked up the phone, "Hello? Have you thought about it? How much are Song Huizong's calligraphy and paintings?"

The voice of the black silk female secret dick came from the other end of the phone, "Our boss said, we won't sell it for any money, that's all."

After finishing speaking, the black silk female secretary hung up the phone directly.

Zhong Yuncong was dumbfounded.

What's the situation?
Doesn't the other party know the power of the Zhong family in Su City?
Zhong Yuncong hurriedly dialed back again, "Hey, it's me again! I'm Zhong Yuncong! The young master of the Zhong family! You—"

beep.

The black silk female secretary's phone immediately received a busy tone.

"No! What's the background of these people? They didn't even give me, Zhong Yuncong, face?" Zhong Yuncong was trembling with anger.

What made Zhong Yuncong most angry was that Ling Feng answered the phone at this time.

Could it be that Song Huizong's authentic copybook has something to do with Ling Feng?
Do not!impossible!
He is just a pretty boy driver!At first glance, he looks like a freeloader!
How could there be an authentic calligraphy by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty?
At this time, Mao Yuanping waved his hand with a wry smile, "Xiao Cong, thank you. Speaking of which, it may not be that you and I are not proud enough. It is probably because this copybook is indeed too precious. Even if the work is in such good condition, If the other party is willing to sell it, the price will be hundreds of millions."

When he heard hundreds of millions, Zhong Yuncong immediately retracted his tongue.

He thought that this copybook was only tens of millions. Since it was hundreds of millions, there was no need for him to buy it.

After all, Mao Yuanping had already taken away his small azure glaze jar, and it would be meaningless to spend more than 1 million yuan.

Zhong Yuncong rolled his eyes and then sneered: "Miss Qin, do you want to try calling and asking about the price?"

"Me?" Qin Lan was confused.

Zhong Yuncong sneered and said: "Yes, Uncle Mao likes this painting so much, we should all try our best to fight for him! In this way, if you can get through the phone, even if you just ask for the price, I will admit that you are amazing. I can make it for you too."

"Really?" Qin Lan's heart was a little moved.

Zhong Yuncong grinned and said: "Of course it's true, but if you can't find out the price, you not only have to hand over the plan for the mining rights in northern Myanmar, but you also have to ask your driver to kneel down in public and apologize to me. .”

Qin Lan said angrily: "Zhong Yuncong, I knew you had no good intentions! You want my mining rights plan, no way! Want Ling Feng to kneel down for you? No way! He is mine, and I will never It will humiliate him!"

Ling Feng's heart warmed slightly.

Although Qin Lanxin is usually too domineering and arrogant, but at critical times, she is quite defensive.

With Qin Lanxin's words, Ling Feng will never let Qin Lanxin suffer from Zhong Yuncong!

Ling Feng took Qin Lanxin's hand and said with a smile, "Lanxin, you should agree to such a good opportunity."

"You..." Qin Lan looked at Ling Feng in horror.

Zhong Yuncong laughed, "Okay! Uncle Mao, you can be a witness! If Qin Lanxin can really ask for the quotation, I am willing to withdraw from the northern Myanmar mining rights. If she can't do it, then I have to hand over the plan, and I have to make Ling Feng kneel down for me!"

Mao Yuanping frowned slightly, "This...well, I can bear this testimony, but kneeling down should be avoided."

"That can't be done, that's what Ling Feng himself agreed to." Zhong Yuncong handed the phone number to Qin Lanxin, "Come on, Miss Qin, can you make a call?"

Qin Lan hesitated for a moment, and finally took the phone number.

"Wait a minute." Ling Feng smiled faintly, "I'll go out and make a phone call first."

Zhong Yuncong sneered and said, "Ling Feng, don't you want to run away?"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "You think too much, it's just a phone call."

With that said, Ling Feng pushed open the door and walked out.

Zhong Yuncong winked at the two bald-headed bodyguards, "Follow him, if he dares to run away, catch him back, I still have to wait for him to kneel and kowtow."

Two bald bodyguards flashed out immediately.

Ling Feng stood at the door, took out his phone calmly, and dialed Tu Sihai's cell phone number, "Xiao Hai, Qin Lanxin will call your secretary later, and you can give her the authentic painting of Song Huizong directly." gone."

"Brother Feng? Send it?" On the other end of the phone, Tu Sihai asked in astonishment: "I heard it right, right?"

"Well, that's right." Ling Feng said with certainty.

Although Song Huizong's authentic handwriting is worth at least hundreds of millions, to Ling Feng, it is nothing more than a copybook of a subjugated king, and it is really nothing special.

This can be regarded as repaying Qin Lanxin for standing up to "protect" him just now.

What's more, Mingyue Company was owned by Ling Feng in the first place, and Mingyue Company can't just be dumped until the truth of his assassination is found out.

If Mingyue Company can really earn tens of billions from the North Burma mining rights project, then this authentic painting will be worth the money.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Feng turned around and returned to the box.

The two bald-headed bodyguards also walked in with bewildered faces.

Qin Lan lowered her voice and said eagerly, "Ling Feng, why are you back again? Why don't you take the opportunity to run away?"

Ling Feng took Qin Lanxin's smooth hands and smiled lightly: "I haven't gotten off work yet. I don't want to be fired by you."

"You..." Qin Lan stamped her feet anxiously.

Zhong Yuncong said triumphantly: "Miss Qin, hurry up and call, Uncle Mao is still waiting!"

Ling Feng secretly squeezed Qin Lan's palm and said, "Don't worry, let's fight."

Qin Lan sighed helplessly, then picked up the phone number and dialed it.

The phone only rang for half a second when the secretary in black stockings on the opposite side immediately answered the call.

Qin Lan asked cautiously: "Hello, are you the seller of the original Song Huizong?"

The black silk secretary said respectfully: "Yes, ma'am, I am. You must be Ms. Qin Lanxin from Mingyue Company, right?"

Qin Lan was taken aback, "That's right, but how do you know?"

The black stocking secretary smiled and said, "Oh, in our line of work, we naturally need to know the upper class people in Sioux City. We are deeply honored to receive your personal call to inquire."

Zhong Yuncong next to him suddenly yelled, "What do you mean? Is Zhong Yuncong still high-class?"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "You just know? You're dirty."

"You!" Zhong Yuncong was about to explode with anger.

Qin Lanxin quickly asked: "Um, can I take the liberty to ask how much you plan to sell this copybook for?"

The black silk secretary said respectfully: "Oh, that's it, Ms. Qin. This authentic work of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty is extremely rare. Generally speaking, we only display it and don't sell it. Therefore, this calligraphy and painting is priceless."

"Haha!" Zhong Yuncong immediately smiled proudly: "The words are so nice, isn't it just like me that I can't ask the price?"

Qin Lan's heart sank.

Heisi Xiaomi then continued: "Of course, Ms. Qin is different from others. Since Ms. Qin is interested, I will give this painting to Ms. Qin. In this way, Ms. Qin, you can set the price yourself."

"Huh?" Qin Lan thought there was something wrong with her ears.

Heisi Xiaomi smiled and said: "Yes, Ms. Qin, you heard correctly, our big boss said that this copybook is for you."

Qin Lanxin was immediately stunned.

Don't talk about hundreds of millions of calligraphy and paintings, but you want to give them to her?
Is there such a good thing in this world?

This is more than winning the super lottery by picking up a lottery ticket on the ground!
"Are you kidding!" Zhong Yuncong grabbed the phone and said, "Hello? What's going on with you? I want to buy it with money but you won't sell it, so why should I give it to Qin Lanxin for free?"

The black stocking secretary said coldly: "Haha, are you worthy of competing with Ms. Qin?"

After finishing speaking, the black silk secretary hung up the phone directly.

"What, what's going on here?" Qin Lan asked blankly, "Does this count as our victory?"

Zhong Yuncong roared violently: "You didn't win! You lost! You didn't ask the price! Besides, she must have teased you when she said she would give it to you. How could the original Song Huizong worth hundreds of millions be for no reason? For you?"

Qin Lan smiled bitterly, "That's right..."

Zhong Yuncong pointed at Ling Feng, "Ling, kneel down!"

Ling Feng gave Zhong Yuncong a cold look, "What's the rush? This matter isn't over yet."

Zhong Yuncong sneered and said, "The phone has already been hung up, what do you expect? I really expect someone to come and give you the original Song Huizong's work?"

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The auction host came in respectfully holding the original Song Huizong, "Chairman, the seller of this treasure just called and asked me to give this treasure directly to the honorable Ms. Qin Lanxin."

What the hell!

Zhong Yuncong and the others were dumbfounded.

Even Qin Lan was stunned and couldn't believe it!

Calligraphy and paintings worth hundreds of millions!Is it really for nothing?
Qin Lan quickly asked, "Mr. Host, who is the seller?"

The host shrugged, "Sorry, Miss Qin, the seller is anonymous, I really don't know his identity, but...he left a few words for you."

Qin Lan asked heartily, "What are you talking about?"

"He said, you and her are members of your own family, and you can dispose of this authentic Song Huizong as you like."

"My family?" A dozen or so family members flashed in Qin Lan's mind, but they were quickly rejected by her.

"He also said -" the host looked at the temporary words written on the palm of his hand, "You are the stars in the sky, and he is the sun in the sky. He is willing to protect you for the rest of his life, as long as you shine happily."

puff!
Ling Feng almost spit out.

What kind of shitty message is this!

That fellow Tu Sihai must have thought that I was giving Qin Lanxin an authentic painting of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty for nothing, and that he wanted to pick up girls, so he made his own claim!

Alas, I don't want to pick up girls!

I just want to get off work early!

Ling Feng couldn't laugh or cry.

Qin Lan supported her forehead heartily, and murmured, "Here, who is this person?"

As she said that, Qin Lan's eyes fell on Ling Feng involuntarily.

What the fuck?

Is the hidden identity of my boss behind the scenes going to be revealed so soon?
(End of this chapter)