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    Zeng Gong was stunned for a moment.  Behind him, the old white man, whose blond hair had already turned white, rushed up panting.  "Old sir, what can I do for you?" Respecting the old and caring for the young is a traditional virtue. Although he is now in a foreign land, Zeng Gong still dare not take a step beyond it.  Old Mark adjusted the tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose and gasped for air. The burning feeling in his throat was so hot that he couldn't express it at all. The old man's face turned red from the suffocation.  Zeng Gong frowned, stretched out his hand and patted several acupuncture points on the old man's back.  "Huh, thank you, I feel much better." Old Mark felt much more relaxed and quickly thanked him.  "Sir, can you give me the crystal?" Old Mark said with some embarrassment.  "Is Crystal rigid? No." Zeng Gong shook his head firmly.  "I remember Crystal asked for two hundred thousand dollars, how about I give you half a million?" Old Mark took a deep breath and said seriously.  "Not for sale." Zeng Gong frowned slightly, looking a little impatient.  "Five hundred thousand?" The stall owner suddenly felt that his vision went dark and he almost fell over.  God, what did I just do? Five hundred thousand, I, I actually sold it for two thousand dollars. I feel sad.  "If you think it's less, the price can be negotiated." Old Mark rubbed his hands and looked at Zeng Gong eagerly.  As a senior scholar of Mayan civilization, the crystal tablet in Zeng Gong's hands is so precious that it can almost be compared with the mysterious crystal skull. He was deeply shocked at a glance. The star map was drawn by the Mayans in the early days.  Star map. If I hadn¡¯t brought my credit card with me at the time, two hundred thousand dollars would have been nothing.  "This is not a question of money. I am also very interested in the star map of the Mayan civilization." Zeng Gong shook his head. The crystal star map is a priceless treasure that is difficult to measure with money.  Mayan civilization?  Crystal star chart?  No matter how ignorant and uneducated the stall owner is, he still knows what he sells. It is a priceless treasure. He looked at Zeng Gong angrily. Damn Chinaman, how dare you lie to him. It's a pity that he didn't bring his pistol with him.  .  "You know?" Old Mark looked at Zeng Gong with some surprise.  In his impression, there seems to be no such young people in the circle of studying Mayan civilization, especially Asians.  "Of course I know that it will become one of my collections in the future, a crystal star map from the Mayan civilization. What an interesting thing it is, but it's a pity that it's not a crystal skull." Zeng Gong expressed his 'regret'  .  Collectibles?  Old Mark is even more messy.  Such precious civilized information is actually just a collection. Oh my God, Old Mark felt a dull pain in his heart, and there seemed to be signs of a heart attack.  "God, sir, don't you know its collection value?" Old Mark said sadly.  "No matter what research value it has, this is just my trophy." Zeng Gong shook his head, he didn't care about Old Mark's mentality at this time.  "Sir, sir, here are your two thousand dollars. I won't sell the crystal." The stall owner interrupted the conversation between the two of them with a stack of U.S. dollars.  "Don't sell? Who gave you the face? I have the invoice you issued, and now you actually say you won't sell. Who do you think you are?" Zeng Gong sneered.  He has seen too many shit-chewing cud things, including this one.  "I, I am one of the heirs of the Crow tribe. If you take the crystal away, you will face the anger of thousands of Indians." The stall owner held it in for a long time and finally said bitterly.  "Angry? My name is Zeng Gong. The Qinglian Ranch near Livingston is mine. You can find me there." Zeng Gong said in a cold voice with his eyes shining coldly.  Qinglian Ranch?  The stall owner was so frightened that he took a few steps back.  Although he is somewhat uneducated and unskilled. He was kicked out of his home by the chief's father and had nothing to earn a living from, so he took root in the New York flea market. However, he still knows a lot about Montana. The owner of Qinglian Ranch is fierce.  Just thinking about it makes me shudder. Coupled with the No. 100 Special Forces patrolling day and night, Qinglian Ranch is now simply impregnable and one of the most difficult forces to offend in Montana.  "You, are you really that Asian?" The stall owner's face turned pale with fright.  "Why are there other Asians in Qinglian Ranch?" Zeng Gong looked at the stall owner playfully.  "I'm sorry, Mr. Zeng. This is a misunderstanding, Mr. Zeng. I don't want your money anymore. The crystal plate and the diary are considered gifts from me." The stall owner said sadly with a grimace.  "I'm not short of that little money. If you have any questions, you can come to me at Qinglian Ranch." Zeng Gong glanced at the stall owner and left.  ¡°Hi, helloOld Mark waved his hand in vain, and Zeng Gong disappeared from his eyes in the blink of an eye. ????????????????????????????????????????? "Huh." Walking out of the flea market, Zeng Gong let out a sigh of relief. He didn't expect to gain such a harvest inside. It was a worthwhile trip.  Back to the hotel.  "Hey, Dwyane, why are you in New York?" Zeng Gong looked at Wade with some surprise, and was very surprised to meet him here.  "We have a game tomorrow, Mr. Zeng, are you coming to New York to play? I have tickets for tomorrow's game, will you come tomorrow?" Wade also felt very lucky to be able to meet Zeng Gong in New York.  Zeng Gong was not sure whether he could go to tomorrow's game, so he shook his head and rejected Wade.  "Dwyane, I have bought the Nets and am planning to move to Pittsburgh. Are you thinking about joining?" Although he could not go to the game, Zeng Gong once again extended an olive branch to Wade.  "Nets? So fast?" Wade was surprised by Zeng Gong's speed and passion.  "Yeah, the Knicks. If Dolan and his son don't sell it, there's nothing I can do. It just so happens that the Nets are ready to sell it. It's not expensive and it's not bad to buy it." Zeng Gong shrugged. He is so willful and does whatever he wants.  "Zeng, I really want to join your team, but I have an agreement with the guy in Cleveland." Wade said coyly.  It¡¯s hard to say no.  "Then come over together. Who you want to be your teammate is all a matter of your words." Zeng Gong said nonchalantly.  "This" Wade gritted his teeth and said, "From next year, no matter what, I will only play for the Heat for two years, and then how about I stay with your team forever?" "Okay, this is you.  I said it myself, but before that, you have to introduce me to a few reliable players." Zeng Gong nodded. He knew that Wade was an emotional guy, so he stopped forcing him to make a choice.  "How about Chris Paul? His contract is coming soon. We are good friends. I can persuade him to join the Nets." Wade immediately introduced his friend.  "When Paul comes to the East, aren't you ready to win the championship with that guy from Cleveland?"
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