She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Old Zhu, you usually don't let us come to your house, so you should let us visit now, right?"

The person who said this was an old man who was about the same age as Mr. Zhu.

He is a collector and has known Mr. Zhu for many years.

For people of their age, every time they meet an old friend, they see him less and less.

So, despite his family's opposition, he insisted on coming to City C to attend Zhu Lao's birthday party.

Because he knew that if he didn't come, he might not have another chance in the future.

Although we can meet again at places like Pingzhou Public Auction and Myanmar Public Auction, this kind of birthday party is different.

He believed that Mr. Zhu also wanted to celebrate his 80th birthday with his friends.

"Old Zhou, you didn't come when I invited you before, but why are you so active this time?"

"However, this girl Manshu has ruined a lot of my collections recently. I'm afraid the things in the collection room are not pleasing to everyone."

Although he did damage something, there was no sign of dissatisfaction on Zhu Lao's face.

"What's the big deal? It's just a good opportunity for me to see what you have collected." Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhu are both leading figures in the Chinese gambling stone industry.

Mr. Zhou only admits that there is one person who is better than him, and that is Mr. Zhu.

"Then let's go and take a look." Mr. Zhu said with reluctance.

Old Zhou glanced at him and laughed in his heart: This old guy is obviously happy for others to see his treasure, but now he is still showing it off.

The basement of the villa was converted by Mr. Zhu into a collection room, one for storing jadeite raw stones and the other for rough materials.

Rough materials are also stored in the stone-cutting room.

It is no exaggeration to describe this villa as priceless.

After all, those collections are very expensive.

There were only a few who were unwilling to visit, while the others followed Mr. Zhu to the underground collection room as if they were following their mentor to visit a museum.

After passing through the layers of protection systems and arriving at the basement, everyone was silent.

The security of this villa is at the same level as that of a museum.

Especially after passing through the last door, there is a road that looks like a green lotus leaf. If you take a wrong step, you will encounter a trap.

And each of them walked very carefully, for fear of being attacked by some dangerous trap or hidden arrow here.

Only Mr. Zhu would allow someone to transform his villa into this state.

The combination of high technology and the ancient art of Qimen Dunjia has an extremely good effect.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief only when they arrived at the raw material collection room.

Some of the large pieces of raw material inside were arranged by Mr. Zhu into various shapes, which are quite ornamental.

In the huge collection room, materials from various sources are displayed.

Mr. Zhou walked to a large piece of material weighing nearly 100 kilograms and said, "I remember this one was brought back from Myanmar, from Lao Pa Gan. You got it back from the gambling stone king, and it has not been opened for so many years."

"What are you going to open? The jadeite that can be opened from this material is at least glass-type. Wouldn't it be better if I keep it and take it into my coffin later?"

This piece of raw material has a small skylight, and from the skylight, it can be seen that it is made of glass.

But few people dare to bet on whether the price will fall or rise.

Even the gambling stone king at that time didn't dare to do that, so he just gave it to Zhu Kuangsheng.

All of these expensive raw materials were arranged very well, but there was still a pile that was placed randomly like rocks.

"These?" Old Zhou glanced at the pile and it seemed that some of them had indeed been consumed.

He remembered that the photo that Mr. Zhu had taken of him before should have been piled up in the shape of a pyramid.

Now the top of the pyramid is gone.