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Chapter 245

Wuxie teased him: "You are willing to give it up. Aren't your genuine products the treasure of the store?"

The fat man smiled and said: "Fat Master, I have more real goods than your fake ones. I am not short of these two items. Please take the time to get them for your store that is about to close down. Don't really lose it."

In view of the principle of "don't give for nothing", Wuxie accepted the fat man's kindness.

"Well, please transfer me some money first. My father-in-law needs to decorate his house." The fat man followed the words.

"...how much?"

"No more, no more, give me two hundred thousand first. I'll take care of it first."

Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief, luckily not everyone had to leave. He graciously agreed.

"Innocent."

The little brother shouted in the yard.

The fat man had sharp ears and heard it immediately, and he was a little excited. Wuxie immediately responded: "Xiao Qi, what's wrong?"

The fat man remained silent and listened quietly. Wu Xie kept on talking on the phone and poked her head out of the door, feeling a little confused.

"What's wrong?" Wuxie asked him.

In the yard, I saw the little brother turning around and moving away to reveal the true face of the courier. Wuxie said to the fat man on the other end of the phone that he was busy and would talk later.

That is a painting.

The person in the painting is wearing a lama's clothes on the upper body and a Tibetan robe on the lower body. He is standing in the mountains, with the peaks of the Kalrenci Snow Mountain behind him. I don't know whether it was the setting sun or the brilliance of the early morning sun that changed the tone of the entire oil painting from white to grayish yellow.

The painting is poor, but the person in the painting innocently knows that it is Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie looked at the younger brother subconsciously. He was also a little confused and didn't understand why someone would send a painting to Wu Xie.

"You really don't want to give up." Wuxie said, went over to pick up the painting, and walked into the house to find a place to put it.

Brother: "I have never painted before."

"I know. Someone wants to use your portrait to lure me there. Brother, do you want to go?"

The difference from before was that he was actually guarding the shop, while Wang Meng was sent out on a business trip. What they designed was not used, so they had to convey the news to Wang Meng, but they did not investigate it themselves. I had no choice but to bring the painting to my eyes and force me to check it out.

The little brother didn't answer, but just touched the portrait with his hand.

"It was a copy, about a year ago," he said.

Oh, a year ago, the plan was quite early. "Isn't that when you go to guard the gate?"

It has been more than a year, almost two years since I went to Changbai Mountain to guard the gate.

"Do you know him?" he asked again, his tone was very firm.

"Yes, we are old acquaintances, but they don't know me now. It should be said that they are not familiar with my innocence."

Wuxie told him roughly what might happen next. Including, Zhang Haike had someone pin him down to behead him.

"One more thing, that is, do you have any memories of the Kangba tribe in your mind?"

"A little bit." He added, "I've been there. It's very dangerous. You can't go there."

Wuxie shrugged and said: "It's a coincidence, I don't know much about it either. In short, it's okay to go or not to go, it doesn't matter. Your overseas branch of the Zhang family wants to meet me and help pick up something, ah, They said you dropped it."

Brother: "I'll go, you stay and look after the shop."

How is this possible? She looked at him with innocent and suspicious eyes, wondering how he could say this.

"If I don't want to do it, why should I stay and guard the shop if you want to go?"