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Chapter 1152 An unusual mission

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    Meng Zitao followed the driver to the living room. At this time, there were three people in the room. These three people were all met before, and one of them was the fat man named Chen.

    This place is not as open as the previous villa, and the space is not as open. Everyone's seats are relatively close to each other. Meng Zitao and Pan Yihui are sitting next to the fat man.

    The fat man was also an acquaintance. When he felt bored, he wanted to find someone to talk to. However, the man sitting next to him had a poker face. After saying a few words, the other person ignored him. He felt bored and turned his target to Meng Zitao.

    "Brother, it looks a bit unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

    Meng Zitao nodded: "This is your first time here. How many times have you been here?"

    The fat man counted on his fingers: "Six times in total. Speaking of which, you are really lucky. You were chosen by Mr. He the first time you came here. It's not like me. It only happened once six times."

    Meng Zitao said: "To be honest, I am also a little confused and can't figure out how I was selected."

    The fat man said: "There are no rules in this matter. It all depends on whether Mr. He thinks you are pleasing to the eye. Just like me, I used to be more than thirty kilograms fatter than now. Now that I have lost weight, Mr. He thinks I am pleasing to the eye."

    Meng Zitao laughed.

    "Don't laugh, I used to be really fat"

    Fatty Chen is a talkative person who never stops talking.  Fortunately, Meng Zitao has mastered the ability to go in with his left ear and out with his right ear, so it is basically unaffected.

    During this period, someone came in again, and it was Shopkeeper Xia.  After he sat down for a while, He Junshi Shiran walked in.

    ¡°Hello everyone, I¡¯ve kept you waiting for a long time.¡± He Junjun waved to everyone.

    "You're welcome, Mr. He." Everyone stood up and said hello.

    "Sit down, sit down and talk."

    He Junjun sat down on the Taishi chair and smiled: "I won't say any more. Let me first explain why I invite everyone to come over for a gathering. In fact, your main task is to help me do one thing. If you do  It¡¯s done, I will transfer my collection of many years to you. Of course, this is not mandatory, and you can choose not to do it if you don¡¯t want to.¡±

    At this time, the poker-faced man sitting next to Fatty Chen asked: "Mr. He, can we know what you want us to do?"

    He Junjun nodded: "I can't tell you the specific things now, but the place I am going to this time is Myanmar, and my life may be in danger. Of course, this is the worst possibility, and I will do my best to ensure that you  life safety.¡±

    The person sitting next to the poker face said with some embarrassment: "Master He, it's not that I don't want to go to Myanmar. I have an enemy there. I'm afraid I'll get into trouble if I go, so I can only say sorry to you."  .¡±

    "It's understandable." He Junjun nodded, and then asked someone to send that person away.

    After the others left, He Yanjun clapped his hands and saw a man in a black suit walking in with a tray and placing it on the table next to He Yanjun.

    He Yanjun said: "Next, I invite you all to come up to the stage and take a look at these two bronze mirrors. After reading them, write down your opinions on paper. Note that it cannot exceed ten words."

    Everyone came forward in order, and soon it was Meng Zitao¡¯s turn.

    There are two bronze mirrors, one bronze mirror is in the shape of a furnace and the other is in the shape of a vase.  The two bronze mirrors have the same pattern, with a phoenix looking back pattern embossed on the edge.  The center of the main pattern area is an embossed lion pattern with fluttering mane, which is very dynamic.  A circle of eight-character inscriptions was cast around the circle, "Iron-making serves as a guide, and clothing can be corrected."

    After a while, He Junjun asked someone to hand him the piece of paper on which everyone had written their conclusions. After reading it, he said to Poker Face and Pan Yihuohui: "I'm sorry, you two. I will give you one later."  Please don¡¯t mind the small gift.¡±

    Although Pan Yihui and Poker Lian were confused, He Yanjun didn¡¯t explain, so they didn¡¯t ask any more questions, so they got up and followed the others.

    He Junjun smiled at Fatty Chen and said, "Little Fatty, I always thought you were unlearned and incompetent, but I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable."

    Fatty Chen touched his nose and smiled: "Actually, I took advantage. I have studied Song Jing better, so I can tell it at a glance."

    "Luck is also a kind of strength." He Junjun smiled, and then sent the paper to each of them: "You can each read what you wrote."

    We all looked at each other and they all had similar ideas, but Meng Zitao also wrote the word "Tang Dynasty" in the end, which surprised both Fatty Chen and Shopkeeper Xia.

    He Junjun said to Meng Zitao: "Little friend Shi, please tell meBored and lonely, she came to the world on a cloud, sitting in a cart pulled by a green ox, and went down the Huangshui River from a place called "Pingdi Forest".

    A "god man" rode a white horse from "Ma Men Mountain" along the Tu River to the east.  The goddess riding a green ox cart and the god riding a white horse met at Mount Konoha, the intersection of Huangshui River and Tuhe River.  The goddess and the god let go of the white horse, scolded the green ox, and walked toward each other filled with joy.

    Meng Zitao said: "Afterwards, the god and the goddess got married. This is the legend of the Khitan people about their ancestors. And their totem is the 'white horse and green ox'. Based on the background of the time, I think that the bull head and horse face in the mural  The monster most likely refers to the Khitan clan."

    He Yanjun laughed: "It's well-reasoned and well-said. Some experts can't do more than that."

    "you flatter me."

    Meng Zitao was humble, and then asked: "Master He, I wonder what our mission has to do with this mural?"

    He Yanjun said: "Your task is to go to an antique shop in Myanmar and pick up a statue."

    Meng Zitao said: "If I didn't guess, the theme of the statue is 'White Horse and Green Ox'."

    "It's easy to talk to smart people. Do you have any questions?" He Jun looked at the three of them.

    Meng Zitao said: "I have no problem, but what kind of reward can you give me?"

    "What kind of reward do you want?" He Yan asked back.

    Meng Zitao said: "I think this mission should be difficult to a certain extent. Otherwise, it only needs one person to go. There is no need for three people to go together, let alone new faces like us. It means there is a spy inside. I  Is that right?"

    He Yanjun smiled lightly: "Sometimes, being too smart is not a good thing."

    Meng Zitao shrugged his shoulders: "You are not smart enough to be sold, and you even help the seller count the money. I wonder if Mr. He has heard of the old saying, a gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall."

    Meng Zitao simply means that if he is asked to participate in this mission, he must pay a fee that satisfies him.

    "I wonder if this sweet-scented osmanthus cup is enough?"

    At this time, a voice came from the side. Meng Zitao looked over there, and an unexpected but reasonable person came towards him. This person was Pony King.

    Meng Zitao said calmly: "It turns out to be Mr. Ma. I thought you went to Mars."

    Pony King said with a smile: "Master Shi, I'm sorry for what happened last time, but I had no choice but to stop because of some accidents. But this time we can cooperate again. As long as you agree, this one  The Osmanthus Cup is yours."

    Seeing Meng Zitao wave his hand, Pony King looked at him: "This is the real Osmanthus Cup. Do you still think we are not sincere enough?"

    "Yes." Meng Zitao said bluntly: "There are risks as much as there are benefits. One osmanthus cup is not enough."

    Pony King said: "I remember that Master Shi's little niece has panda blood, right?"

    "Okay, as long as you can ensure that her matching is successful, I will promise you!"

    Meng Zitao has a three-year-old niece. She has panda blood, which is the common name for rh-negative blood type. It is a very rare blood type, so it is also called "panda blood". Among them, type AB rh-negative blood is even more rare.  It's rare, and his niece has type AB rh-negative blood.

    "Unfortunately, his little niece has leukemia. She has now undergone four rounds of chemotherapy and her condition is in remission.  To avoid recurrence, the doctor recommended that they go to an outside hospital for a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible.  But how difficult is it to find the right bone marrow?

    Pony King shook his head: "Sorry, I can't give you a guarantee on this matter. We can only find three suitable source bodies for you at most. As for whether the matching can be successful, it depends on her luck."

    "Too little"

    Meng Zitao and Pony King haggled and finally settled on five.

    In fact, Meng Zitao was just showing off. Even if the other party didn't give him the sweet-scented osmanthus cup, he would still participate because his intuition told him that this time things might be unusual.

    In addition, Meng Zitao had a vague feeling that he had fallen into a trap, but it was just that he was brave and skilled, and there was no threat to his safety for the time being, so he did not give up.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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