The Stone Refiner

The next day, Bu Yuntao, the owner of Ruoshui's auction house, secretly met with Mo Huaishuang in his own high-end private club.

Ruoshui's boss is in his early forties, with black hair and flat head, Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, Guanyin lips, slightly thin body, and elegant temperament. If we meet on weekdays, it is difficult to connect him with the boss of the auction house. There are a lot of professors in the university.

After entering the door, Mo Huaishuang put down the hood that was used as a disguise, and showed a standard businessman's smile, "Wait a long time, I'm late."

Of course, this is just a polite way of speaking. They made an appointment at eight o'clock in the evening, and Mo Huaishuang arrived 10 minutes later, so he didn't say he was late.

After Mo Huaishuang entered the door, Bu Yuntao secretly looked at this young man who was wanted by the holy religion, but still brave enough to continue his activities.

Tall and tall, with picturesque eyes and a pleasant demeanor, it is not difficult to see their loyalty and admiration from the bodyguards behind the boy with his vicious eyes. Obviously, this person who came is not a spokesperson, but an important person who is really in the palm of his hand.

Thinking of his son who was the same age as the boy, Bu Yuntao couldn't help sighing in his heart.

With all these calculations, Bu Yuntao naturally would not neglect, he got up and invited Mo Huai to sit down, and politely said: "Where, I came early."

The bodyguard behind him poured tea and water for Mo Huaishuang with a wink.

Mo Huaishuang smiled slightly, and had a very good first impression of Bu Yuntao. Of course, whether the business can be negotiated depends on how much sincerity they can show each other.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Bu Yuntao brought the topic back on track.

"Mr. Mo, you can see that Ruoshui is proud of me. This auction of eight layers of stone armor is also something that can make Ruoshui proud. It's just that this signature auction is of great importance. I think we still need to discuss it."

Bu Yuntao is not stupid, when he received the news, he knew that Mo Huaishuang wanted to use his fame in the auction house to advertise the rattle inheritance. corresponding interests.

But the problem is that the ringing bell inheritance is aimed at the holy religion, and there is not enough interest, so he doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water.

Mo Huaishuang said slowly, "Boss Bu, I'm a straight person, and I don't know those twists and turns. If there is something offensive in my words, please also ask Haihan. Let me tell the truth, the choice of Ruoshui is also the result of my many considerations. In recent years, with the rise of Yuan Juntang, the hands of the Holy Cult have been extended, Ruoshui's living space may not be optimistic."

Bu Yuntao's eyes flashed, "Mr. Mo, you can't say that. Ruoshui has been inherited for a hundred years, so you still have confidence."

Mo Huaishuang smiled slightly, "Naturally, it's just that people have short-term worries without long-term considerations. It's always good to have an extra road. Boss Bu, what do you think?"

Bu Yuntao reached out and twirled the teacup, playing with the taste: "How do I know this is not a dead end?"

"Boss Bu might as well think about what happened to me. If it wasn't for the life-and-death brothers who saved my life that day, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the chance to sit here. The immoral things in the hands of the Holy Church are hard to guard against. They may not be in the light. It's about business." After Mo Huaishuang finished speaking, he glanced at Bu Yuntao meaningfully.

Regarding what Mo Huaishuang hinted, Bu Yuntao was noncommittal.If this person can sit in front of him alive and talk, it means that the massacre video that went viral on the Internet is fake, and the leader of the holy religion, Lan, died because of that wicked thing. Who did this is not sure. .

Thinking of this, Bu Yuntao looked at Mo Huaishuang inexplicably.

Mo Huaishuang: "I know that the boss may not believe what he said, but it's not pleasant to say it. When people come to our stage, who would choose such a day to admit that they are An Zu in front of those saints? "

Mo Huaishuang paused when he said this, secretly watched Bu Yuntao's reaction, saw his eyes flashed loose, and continued to remove himself from the role of conspiracy, "I'm not stupid, and I don't have the courage to dare to do this Calculate yourself. And I have an inside message to share with Boss Bu."

Bu Yuntao pretended to show a little interest, "Oh?"

"Master Lan once rescued an Zu. He thought he did it a secret, but obviously he couldn't hide it from the Holy Cult." After speaking, he smiled ironically, "The Holy Cult really spent a lot of money in order to attack my inheritance. Looking at it now, they are worthwhile. After Yuan Juntang used this incident to brag, the Holy Church is united as one, sharpening their swords."

"Boss Bu is one of the stumbling blocks to their expansion. I wonder if he has thought about how to go in the future? Of course I am a thorn in their side, and then?"

After Mo Huaishuang finished speaking, he looked at Bu Yuntao with burning eyes.

Bu Yuntao took a sip of water slowly, and he just listened to what Mo Huaishuang said as a story, not taking it seriously at all.But one thing is true, no matter who did the immoral thing, it has led to an unprecedented increase in the morale of the Holy Church. If the Holy Church kills Mo Huaishuang in one go, he, a financial predator, will definitely be the next target of the Holy Church .

Now it seems that Hezong may also be a way out.

It's just——Bu Yuntao put down the water glass, "Mr. Mo, cooperation must be sincere."

Mo Huaishuang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, with a calm expression on his face, "Of course."

After finishing speaking, Mo Huai hooked his hands together, and the soldier following him handed over the leather bag.

Mo Huaishuang took it, took out a contract from it and handed it to Bu Yuntao, "Boss Bu, please."

Bu Yuntao took it and looked at it carefully.

According to the contract, Ruoshui will be the only authorized dealer of the rattle to inherit the eight-layer stone armor, and the auction house will take 20.00% of the auction amount. If Ruoshui needs it, the rattle will be sold at a price lower than the market Strata priced to sell.

The terms were quite sincere, and the businessman was after profit. Bu Yuntao couldn't help but click his tongue secretly when he thought of the prospect of surpassing the eight layers of stone armor.

But after all, he has rolled old fritters in Vanity Fair, and he naturally understands that behind high profits is high risk, and this contract must be won by fate.

"Mr. Mo, I'm afraid this sincerity is not enough." Bu Yuntao pointed at the table, indicating something.

Without the support of strong force, all profits are fleeting, and it is impossible for him to cooperate with organizations that have no ability to protect themselves.

Mo Huaishuang raised his well-shaped lips, took out a piece of stone armor from his bag, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Bu Yuntao, "This is part of sincerity. As for the other part, please wait for two days, Boss Bu." .”

Bu Yuntao calmly picked up the contract and the original stone armor, got up and stretched out his hand to Mo Huaishuang, "Then I'll go ahead and wait for your good news."

Mo Huai stretched out his hands and shook them back.

Waiting for Bu Yuntao's people to evacuate completely, Mo Huai Shuangsong let out a quick breath. It was the first time he had to beat around the bush when he was so old.

"Madam, do you think he will sell us out in a flash?" The soldiers under him have been very disturbed since yesterday.

As for the title of "Madam", Mo Huaishuang has long since become calm. Anyway, the group of people who talk nonsense still call it that way, it is intentional, and they keep talking more and more vigorously.

"What's the benefit of selling me? Go to the Holy Church to get a reward of [-] yuan. Then turn around and hand over the century-old foundation to others? Cut!" Mo Huai said bilaterally, putting on his hood and walking back, "Don't worry, he is A smart person would not do this. Besides, your regiment leader has already sent someone to watch them."

The soldier chuckled, and praised the leader's effort in his heart.

On the contrary, some people are very unfair to Bu Yuntao. In their minds, their wife is a figure on the altar. Now that such a generous condition is given, that person actually wants to consider it. It is really ignorant.

Mo Huaishuang explained with all his heart: "We have no channels in sales, and our own development speed is too slow. Finding a partner is the fastest way. He has the resources we want, so he can naturally ask for it. There is nothing wrong with doing this. .”

"Madam is the best." The five flattered together regardless of whether they understood or not.

Mo Huaishuang rolled his eyes, since he took out the source rune stone armor, these five people have completely become his fans, even if he farts, it is estimated that these five people can be said to be very popular.

"In order to completely take down this contract, you have to do something."

The five people were shocked.

Mo Huaishuang stopped going out, and said word by word: "Kill an eighth-level fighter of the Holy Cult, and show our sincerity to Bu Yuntao." Of course, this is also a kind of deterrence.

The five soldiers immediately took the order, gearing up and eager to try.

But God didn't give them this chance to use the source rune stone armor. When Mo Huaishuang and that old fox Bu Yuntao came and went, a big event happened in Yu Ke City.

Three stone armor warriors with eighth-level combat power broke into the garrison, attempting to bloodbath Jiu Bo.

Although Mo Huaishuang made a batch of source rune stone armors for Yan Shaobai, these things are in the hands of core personnel. When Yan Shaobai heard the change and rushed to the scene, all the soldiers stationed at the gate of Jiubo died unexpectedly, blood stained The gate of Jiubo was red, and the corpse of his companion stimulated the nerves of Jiubo fighters.Many people rushed forward with bloodshot eyes when they saw this scene, wanting to fight desperately with the holy warriors.

How could the fanatics of the holy religion let them go, the three of them sneered, and were ready to kill these ants again, and erected the sacred and inviolable banner of the holy religion with blood.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when they raised their weapons, an unprecedented coercion crushed their hearts, their limbs seemed to be frozen, and they could not move. The crisis of death enveloped their heads like never before, and cold sweat dripped from their back When they came out, black shadows flashed in their sight, and then, their eyes went black, and all perceptions left them.

Yan Shaobai lightly released the hand that was pinching his neck, let the last corpse of the Holy Cult slowly fall in front of him, withdrew his hand, looked around at the mercenaries who hadn't recovered from the shock, paused every word, The tone is cold and authentic: "Blood, debt, blood, repayment!"

Two seconds later, the mercenaries who woke up from Yan Shaobai's astonishing aura howled like crazy, and many of them lost their minds and wanted to rush up to pick up their regiment leader and throw them into the air.

In the blink of an eye, gently crushing the neck of an eighth-level fighter, what a boldness it is!What a fighting power this is!

Yan Shaobai glanced lightly at the warrior who was rushing towards him, his eyes were not too sharp, but at this moment everyone stopped with a clear mind.

A man with an active head clenched his fists and echoed Yan Shaobai's slogan, shouting: "Blood, debt, blood, repayment!"

Soon this slogan full of vengeance and blood was shouted by countless fighters of Jiu Bo, and finally gathered into an unstoppable rushing momentum, resounding through the sky of Jiu Bo.

And in Yu Ke City Lord's Mansion halfway outside the city, Yu Ke City Lord glanced in the direction of Jiu Bo lightly, with a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth, and then stretched out his slender fingers to turn the pages of the e-book.