90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 290: Thousand Treasure Pavilion

In the most prosperous antique shop in the Confucian Temple, the central part, customers were constantly flowing.

This shop had a total of three floors.

Antiquities were placed on the first floor and second floor.

The third floor was where the shop's private residence was located, as well as the office location.

Now, on the third floor, in a very luxuriously decorated room, sat an old eagle-eyed man.

The old man was wearing a black suit and holding a carved wooden cane in his hand.

He sat near one of the desks, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Even if his face was full of wrinkles, there was an inexplicable aura and majesty that constantly released from him.

Excluding the old man, in the room, there were eight people standing.

Five men and three women.

These people, regardless of gender, were all wearing black suits.

Especially those five men, when standing here, everyone had a strong air of oppressiveness.

"Just now, I have asked the local dogs to go to the Wensheng store. I think we should take action directly this time to get what we want." Among them, a man in a suit stood slightly forward. His eyes were not on the old man's body. Instead, it swept over other people one by one.

His voice was also very cold.

"I agree with this method. There are so many good things in the Wensheng store, and the price is deliberately set high so that others cannot buy it. They clearly have ill intentions... The most important thing is that everything in this store is basically what we want."

Another man in a suit added with a cold voice.

After that, a woman spoke.

"I don't think it is right. I always feel that Lu Wensheng is not dead. Otherwise, where does the Wensheng Antique Shop have so much money to constantly buy all kinds of antiques? There must be something hidden in this shop, there is something strange in it, there is..." At that time, the woman's expression was extremely serious.

However, before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the person next to her, "For this day, our Thousand Treasure Pavilion has been waiting for more than ten years. This time, the American antique team came to the Confucian Temple and deliberately swept the shops here and took away all kinds of antiques madly. They deliberately made it for that old thing to see. But that the old thing did not come out at all... So in my opinion, he is definitely dead!"

"That is, over the years, our Thousand Treasure Pavilion has been operating secretly. Now, basically, the owners of the entire Confucian Temple hate the Wensheng Antique Shop. Their reputation has reached a low point. In addition, after we have spread some news... No one wants to have contact with Wensheng Antique Shop and that Lu Wensheng anymore. Everyone thinks that this antique shop is based on Lu Wensheng's reputation only... If Lu Wensheng is really alive, these years, will he really just ignore these things?" Another man in a suit said.

"After so many years of layout, it's time to move our hands... The thing that Lu Wensheng hates most is foreigners. The fact that Wensheng Antique Shop has not responded to what happened in the Confucian Temple these days is enough to prove a lot of things."

"The local tyrant is just the beginning, intensifying the contradiction, I have already made a plan. When the time comes, one or two people will die, and I will use a little more means to shift the responsibility to the Wensheng Antique Shop, and then eat them a little bit. "

"I feel that we have to re-plan."

In the room, the men and women in suits kept arguing and looked messy.

Until then, the old man with his cane slowly opened his eyes.

The light in his eyes was cold like a blade.

In his pupils, there was even a vicious look.

"Baka!"

The word was uttered in a low.

The whole room suddenly became quiet after this.

The other eight people all looked in the direction of the old man.

"The time explained above is almost here. Within seven days, everything must be done. So what even if Lu Wensheng is still alive? What if he is over a hundred years old?" The old man said with a weird Chinese accent.

The old man's name is Endo, a native of Japan, and the boss of Thousand Treasure Pavilion.

These eight people all obeyed his orders.

When this word fell, the dispute in the room ended completely.

"Mr. Endo, I don't think it will take as long as seven days, at most three days is enough to take down Wensheng Antique Shop." A man arced his mouth to break the silence, and said respectfully.

"As soon as possible, I only want results. As for the process, you don't need to tell me." Endo's voice was cold.

After this, he slowly stood up. Then walked towards the window in the room and stopped there.

In his position, he could clearly see the situation at the door of Wensheng Antique Store.

"Yes, boss!"

"Don't worry, boss, as long as you give money, we can do anything."

"Three days, is it? Good."

The eight people in the room spoke.

After each promised, they turned respectfully and retreated toward the outside of the room.

After the door was closed completely, Endo, who was standing at the window, said gently, "Chinese people are really inferior. As long as you give money, you can do anything! But... people like them are not necessarily reliable. After so many years of layout, I have to get the treasures in the Wensheng Antique Shop. When that time arrives, I will need the help of James' team. Only people like them can be trusted."

His words were so small, like a mosquito, no one could hear them.

However, the coldness in this remark was unprecedented. 

...

In front of the Wensheng Antique Shop, at this moment, it was another scene. 

When the young man walked out of the shop and saw Ye Bei, at this moment, it seemed that the whole street, and even the whole world, had solidified, and all the mixed sounds around him disappeared.

"Sir, what you wanted back then, I... have not prepared yet." The young man opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice.

On the street, those onlookers, including the local tyrant who came to make trouble, all had a pause, which felt a bit inexplicable.

But in the next scene, the group of people's eyes almost fell out.

Thump!

They saw that young man came out of the Wensheng Antique Shop, bent his legs, and knelt in front of Ye Bei with a splash.

"This"

In the back, the most shocked person was Gongsun Bo.

Others in the Confucian Temple might not know.

But... Gongsun Bo knew very well that this young man who was kneeling was not just a clerk... His true identity was the legend in the entire Confucian Temple, Lu Wensheng!