Bo Leng quickly withdrew her feet and flashed to the side of the door.

His heart thumped.

I didn't expect Mu Anyan to be here.

This is definitely not a coincidence. She must have found them. She is so smart.

He stood at the door and listened to the bargaining inside. Mu Anyan bought a angular jade cup, one of the five stolen cultural relics.

He lowered his eyes, his black hat brim drooped, and his fragmented bangs drooped down. Even so, it was difficult to cover the curve of the rising corners of his lips.

His and Mu Anyan's ideas coincided with each other.

It seems that there is no need for him to buy it again, and he will give it to her the remaining opportunity, and he will do his best to cooperate with her and take back the cultural relics.

He walked to the stall very close to the store, said something to the stall owner, put down the two fakes in his hand and walked away quickly.

After a while, An Yan walked out of the store with satisfaction.

She has bought two, but she is still three.

I hope the next three items will go so smoothly.

Passing a stall, An Yan saw two of the three items she was about to buy at a glance.

She walked over and pointed to the two pieces, "What is the price for a tiger-patterned jade pendant and a copper gilt mountain-patterned beast-foot bottle?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "The little girl is really aware of the goods. These two are my newly collected treasures recently. Although they are not genuine, they are definitely the top of the fakes. If you are sincere, these two numbers."

An Yan looked at him and raised her eyebrows, "Twenty thousand?"

"I'm not so sarcastic, just two thousand." The stall owner smiled, "I'm going home to accompany my wife after finishing this order."

An Yan immediately agreed and paid the payment and received the goods.

She put these in her backpack and began to search for the last one.

I don’t know if I’m too lucky, but in just half an hour, the last item was found.

After all, most of the fakes on the market are roughly made, and you can tell the authenticity at a glance.

The five pieces she bought look good and are difficult to tell the authenticity if they are not easy to identify.

An Yan thought to himself that Bo Leng was smart, and all the stolen gadgets were stolen and very valuable.

This time I catch him, I must settle the score with him!

But now the world is big, and it fills her stomach the most.

She came to the snack street across the Antique Street, went to a noodle restaurant she often went to, and ordered a bowl of braised beef noodles.

In the dark, Bo Leng looked at her joyful look and curled her lips slightly.

Suddenly, the smile on his face was curled away, and he felt like a perverted stalker now.

He took a deep breath and told himself that the reason he followed Mu Anyan was to understand her ideas so that he could better cooperate with her.

Well, thinking about it this way, he felt much more comfortable.

He continued to lie in the corner of the wall and secretly glanced at the door of the noodle shop.

A woman led a young boy about five or six years old by.

The little boy pointed at Bo Leng, "Mom, that uncle seems to be a voyeur."

The woman held his hand and covered his mouth, and quickly took him away, "There are many perverts like this now, let's go quickly."

Bo Leng: "…"

After An Yan, who was unaware of the situation, took a taxi to the famous underground auction house in Sucheng.

This auction house is located underground in a club.

The first floor of the club is a bar, the second floor is a private room, and the third floor is a guest room.

There are auctions every Tuesday night, because they are all genuine products, so they have good reputations.

An Yan turned into the bathroom on the first floor, put on a short, fluffy hair cover for men, and carefully pasted a human skin mask and a voice-changing tile, and walked out.

She came to the underground auction house. The auction house was not big, about 200 square meters in square meters, and could accommodate about 150 guests.

She sat in the last row and raised her hand to wave to the host on the auction table.

The host's eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.

The auction ended an hour later, and the host walked off the stage quickly and extended his hand respectfully, "Why didn't you make a call in advance? I'm ready to greet you."

As soon as An Yan spoke, the voice of the forty-year-old man was heard, "The incident happened a little suddenly, and I didn't inform you in advance."

The host is Fu Hai, the owner of the underground auction house. It has been in the auction industry for twenty-five years.

He is very famous in the antique industry, and many buyers in China come for his name.

Fu Hai nodded, "Let's go to the office to talk."

An Yan said yes and followed Fu Hai into the office.

The two sat on the sofa, and Fu Hai cooked tea for her.

"Dragon Slayer, how many days will you stay in Sucheng this time?"

An Yan thought for a while, "Two days. I'm here this time mainly because I have something to do."

Under Fu Hai's confusing gaze, An Yan took out five fakes from her backpack and placed them one by one on the tea table.

Fu Hai was stunned, "Tiger patterned squid-shaped jade pendant, copper gilt mountain patterned beast foot bottle, horn-shaped jade cup, bronze furnace and bronze Vermillion Bird ring cup. This..."

An Yan chuckled, "Is this more important than the cultural relics to be auctioned tomorrow night?"

Fu Hai was very surprised. He also confirmed the auction items for tomorrow night two hours ago.

I confirmed that these five items were not the ones I had, and the client contacted him in the afternoon.

The other party was very anxious and the commission he received was very high, so he changed it to these five items.

Fu Hai pushed his glasses, put on white gloves and picked up the fakes on the table to identify them in turn.

He frowned and picked up one after another, "No one is genuine. But you can't tell anything from a distance."

An Yan nodded, "It's indeed all fakes. I want you to replace the auctioned cultural relics tomorrow night with this batch."

Fu Hai looked at her in surprise.

An Yan said word by word, "Do you know where those five cultural relics came from tomorrow night? Banqiao Town was newly excavated and stolen. So, do you dare to take over this way? The Cultural Relics Bureau will find you as soon as possible, and your auction career will end here."

Fu Hai frowned, "I will do whatever you want me to do, I will follow your arrangements."

An Yan smiled, "Don't worry, I will handle the subsequent matters. Just pretend that the whole thing is not known. Now I will tell you what to do tomorrow night..."

After An Yan left the club, she took a taxi and left.

Bo Leng, who was hiding behind the pillar at the club door, walked out and looked at the taillights of the car that disappeared in the night, his heart beating very fast.

He watched An Yan enter the bathroom, but after a while, what came out was Dragon Slayer.

When a man came out of the female bathroom, his first reaction was whether Mu Anyan would be harassed, but when he saw the same sportswear, he suddenly became enlightened.

He raised his hand and touched his face, it turned out that it was all the effects of human skin masks.

Slaying dragons is Mu Anyan.

This is simply too surprising and surprising.

Bo Leng took a deep breath, turned around and entered the club, and headed straight to Fuhai's office.

Fu Hai originally thought it was a dragon slaying and had something to explain, but he smiled and greeted a tall and cold man.

Fu Hai frowned, "Who are you looking for?"

Bo cold and indifferently spoke, "I'll look for you."

Fu Hai asked, "Who are you?"

Bo Leng raised the corners of his lips slightly, and was both raspy and gangster, "I'm the seller tomorrow night."
Chapter completed!