Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Father."

Zhang Qishan turned around and looked down.

Cong was also sitting in his original position, holding his wrist.

When she raised her head to look at him, her thick eyelashes flew sideways, contrasting with the upturned eyes, making her look more and more like a butterfly fluttering about to fly.

Zhang Qishan's eyes slowly softened as he looked at him, and he coaxed as if comforting a child: "Don't worry about it, eat some snacks to cushion your stomach, I will figure out a way to deal with the funds, and the second master's matter is the entire Jiumen matter. "

There was clear doubt in Cong Ye's eyes.

What is Zhang Qishan talking about?

His gold had long been handed over to the Crescent Hotel as a reserve fund as collateral.

There is no shortage of funds in a box of gold bars.

Cong Ye thought for a while and looked at him seriously: "I'm not short of money."

Zhang Qishan was stunned, thinking that Cong Ye was still a young boy, and it was time to save face, so he couldn't help but cover his lips and nodded with a smile: "Okay, you are not short of money, can I just go out for a while?"

This tone was full of perfunctory.

Cong Ye's face turned dark. Did Zhang Qishan really treat him as a three-year-old child?

"I'm really not short of money, I'm..."

Before Cong Ye finished speaking, a big hand pressed down on his head.

The word "gentle" seems to have nothing to do with Zhang Qishan, but at this time, apart from this word, Cong Ye really can't find any words to describe Zhang Qishan.

His deep, slightly oppressive features were covered with a soft gauze by the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, don't be so harsh."

What Zhang Qishan said next immediately broke Cong Ye's filter.

Cong Ye sighed deeply, his eyes glazed over.

"I'm not harsh."

Cong also took out a gold bar from his wallet and placed it on the table.

He continued: "Did you see it? I put a box of gold bars like this at the Crescent Hotel Auction House to use as funds."

Zhang Qishan froze.

It stood like a stone statue.

Cong couldn't bear to look at him, so he pulled him to sit down and put a plate of exquisite snacks in front of him: "Eat something to cushion your stomach."

Zhang Qishan: "..."

Cong Ye once again experienced the happiness of the rich. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said while eating them:

"I lack everything except money."

Zhang Qishan: "..."

He picked up a piece of hawthorn cake and stuffed it into Cong Ye's mouth.

"I know, stop talking."

Zhang Qishan turned around and forcibly shifted his gaze to the auctioneer.

Cong Ye chewed up the hawthorn cake and swallowed it, then patted Zhang Qishan's shoulder comfortingly:

"If you have any difficulties with money in the future, just come to me."

Zhang Qishan grinded his molars and turned to stare at him: "Okay, Boss Cong, please don't fool me."

Boss Cong waved his hand boldly: "It's just a small amount of money."

Zhang Qishan responded with a fake smile.

The auction continues.

Cong also asked people to light three sky lanterns together.

This move instantly caused an uproar.

The guests in the hall were talking a lot.

"This round is finally here!"

"you do not say!"

“You can even see the wonderful scene of lighting three sky lanterns in a row!”

"Either this gentleman is stupid and has too much money, or he has deep feelings for Miss Yin!"

"Hahaha!"

"Yes!"

"Three lamps in exchange for beauty is also a beautiful story!"

"..."

The voices of this group of people did not restrain themselves and reached Yin Xinyue's ears clearly.

She couldn't help but grin, and looked sweetly at the box where Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan were.

"Miss, it seems that you are not in unrequited love, but Mr. Peng also has thoughts about you!"

Hongyu squatted next to Yin Xinyue, pinching her legs while blinking ambiguously at Yin Xinyue.

Yin Xinyue burst out laughing, "I am fair and beautiful anyway, and the Crescent Hotel is a powerful force in Peiping. If they like me, they won't suffer any loss!"

The maid Lan Yue on the other side heard the word "we" in Yin Xinyue's mouth, and suddenly frowned with a headache.

Why hasn’t Miss given up on the idea of ​​marrying two people at once?

Strange eyes were cast on the box where Zhang Qishan and Cong Ye were.

The auctioneer made the final decision:

"Master Peng lights three sky lanterns in a row, then no matter how much the price increases, the three medicinal herbs will be collected by Master Peng."

"At the same time, it also shows how sincere Mr. Peng is to our Miss Yin Xinyue of the Crescent Hotel."

"Let us congratulate Mr. Peng and send our blessings in advance to Mr. Peng and Miss Yin Xinyue on their wedding."

There was thunderous applause.

The guests in the hall also cheered.

Everyone is smiling.

In the box, Cong also applauded along with everyone, and the smile on his face suddenly faded when he saw Zhang Qishan's dark expression.

"Ahem, Buddha, please look away."

Cong Ye advised him, "No one else has such an opportunity."

Zhang Qishan stared at him: "You want it too?"

Cong Ye quickly waved his hand: "I'll forget it, I'll leave this opportunity to you, Lord Fo."

The expression on Zhang Qishan's face became unpredictable.

The anger and gloom slowly faded, and a smile actually appeared on his face.

Cong was also relieved, it seemed that Zhang Qishan had looked away.

Zhang Qishan stood up, faced Cong Ye and inexplicably repeated what Cong Ye had said before:

"If you have any financial difficulties, feel free to come to you."

Cong Ye blinked, unsure of Zhang Qishan's mental state at this time.

"Is this what you said?"

Zhang Qishan asked him.

Although he didn't know why Zhang Qishan picked up the topic just now, he still understood the principle that a gentleman's words are hard to follow.

"I said so."

Cong also admitted.

The corner of Zhang Qishan's mouth curled up slightly, and he opened the bead curtain with a sudden stride, and stood on the balcony that extended outside the box.

As soon as Mr. Peng Sanye, who spends a lot of money, appeared, everyone's attention was immediately attracted to him.

Zhang Qishan vaguely heard words like "Master Peng and Miss Yin are a perfect match" and "a perfect match" coming from downstairs. His eyes darkened and he looked solemnly at the box where Yin Xinyue was.

Everyone looked like they were watching a good show.

It seems that Mr. Peng wants to tell Miss Yin his true feelings and sincerity in public.

Yin Xinyue naturally thinks so too.

She stood up and walked to the railing as well, looking at Zhang Qishan expectantly, her eyes occasionally looking towards Cong Ye behind Zhang Qishan.

Peng Sanbian has already expressed his love for her, is another man still far away?

"Miss Yin," Zhang Qishan glanced at the box with his peripheral vision, and his smile widened, "Please forgive Peng for being rude, but the engagement between the two of us may have to be cancelled."

No one expected that this story would take a turn in the middle?

There was an uproar in the hotel.

Yin Xinyue patted the railing hard, her eyes widened, and she pouted angrily and asked, "Peng Sanbian, do you think this engagement can be terminated just because you want to?"

Zhang Qishan looked at her seriously and sighed, helplessness slowly showing on his face. He glanced at the box behind him, and everyone's eyes followed him in.

Cong also felt his scalp numb for a moment.

"To be honest," Zhang Qishan told the truth with a face full of embarrassment: "The money I paid for the medicinal materials was funded by my wife. Without my wife's approval, I really don't dare to marry Miss Yin."