Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Wu Qiong has seen the world, and his relatives have a lot of collections, but most of them cost millions, which can be considered valuable. It’s tens of millions these days, so what level should I get? I'm afraid it's what those at the top want to fight for!

Wu Qiong knew that there was no upper limit on the price of this antique. If it were sold to the top wealthy people, it would probably double.

"I told you, don't be afraid! It's Qianlong's shroud." Song Pan'er warned Wu Qiong first, fearing that she would be shocked.

But it was of no use at all, Wu Qiong was still shocked. Suddenly he sat up from the bed.

"Wait...wait a minute! What did you say?" Wu Qiong got up violently. For a moment, the blood supply to his brain was insufficient, and his vision went dark.

"What's going on?" Song Pan'er grinned, her head filled with questions, what's going on?

Wu Qiong spoke quickly before the dizziness passed. "Pan'er, does the Qianlong Kesi Dharani quilt belong to you? Have you been to the Jinyu Pavilion in Jinshi?"

"Ah! It's mine! What's wrong?"

"Ha, it's true, you are from Jinshi! It's you, it's you! Why didn't I expect that!" After Wu Qiong gave her the order from her father, she contacted all her second-generation friends and asked them to They helped find it.

I never expected that it was so far away and so close in front of me. This roommate of mine is so secretive.

"Pan'er, the other buyer yesterday was my dad..." Wu Qiong stood up excitedly and walked back and forth around the bed.

"What's your dad's name?"

"Wu Haibo"

It was such a coincidence that Song Pan'er didn't know how to react. She just said calmly: "Oh, that is indeed your father."

At this time, the three people waiting not far away finally lost their patience. It was already the appointed time and they were still making endless calls. Without waiting any longer, he walked over directly and said, "Excuse me, are you Miss Song?"

Song Pan'er turned around slowly, forced out a fake smile, and replied affirmatively: "No."

How could she dare to admit that she was the seller when the transaction couldn't be done?

The three of us felt like we were screwed. Why were you nodding and laughing at us just now? He glared at Song Pan'er fiercely and said, "Hurry up and call, it's already transaction time."

Song Pan'er didn't dare to stare back, and didn't care what to say to Wu Qiong. She quickly closed the phone and put it in her pocket, groping for the battery. Then he pretended to be nonchalant and wanted to retreat.

"Wait! Stop!"

There were many people in Tiananmen Square, but looking around, only Song Paner fit the physical description. The three people couldn't get through the phone, and they couldn't find anyone who looked like the seller. They quickly targeted Song Pan'er who was about to leave.

"Are you really not Miss Song?"

Song Pan'er shook her head quickly, "No."

"What's in your suitcase?" one of the young women asked suspiciously.

According to Song Pan'er's past behavior, if a woman questioned her so rudely, she would definitely respond directly, but today she didn't dare, feeling guilty!

He replied obediently: "Nothing! Empty box."

"Open it and take a look!" Maybe Song Pan'er was too timid, or maybe these three people had been pretending to be powerful for a long time and actually wanted to search Song Pan'er's box.

It is said that one should not do anything wrong! Song Pan'er is such a competitive person. Now she obediently opened the box and let others check it.

"What are you doing with an empty box?" The woman refused.

Song Pan'er used 90% of her screenwriting skills and started talking blindly, "My grandma said that I would drag an empty suitcase to the memorial hall, and the leader would put all the good luck and wealth in it and let me take it back."

"This is Tiananmen."

"I know! Isn't there a memorial hall across the street? I'll stop by and take a look."

The three of them stared at each other. They had no choice but to call the leader to report.

Song Pan'er breathed out secretly, packed her suitcase, and left without looking back.

After being hung up on, Wu Qiong was extremely worried. She was afraid that the other party would jump over the wall and hurt Song Paner, so she quickly called her uncle.

Without asking her uncle what he was doing, as soon as the call was connected, he started typing out words in a crackling manner. "Uncle, one of my classmates is in Tiananmen Square right now. He may be in danger. Please help me protect him! Hurry!"

Yin Shijie is the director of the Dongcheng Public Security Bureau. When he received a call from his niece, he was in the hospital to deal with major life events.

After Wu Qiong urged him, Comrade Yin Shijie had no intention of doing anything.

"Ouch! My little ancestor, you really know how to choose the right time. Come on, send your classmates' photos and basic information, and I'll send someone over to take a look." Yin Shijie regretted answering the call. It's nothing to do. Are you looking for trouble yourself?

But complaining was nothing but complaining. He really didn't dare to disobey his niece's orders.

"Go in person, hurry up, if something happens to my classmate, I can't spare you." Wu Qiong jumped to her feet anxiously. When her phone was disconnected just now, she heard someone talking to Song Pan'er. This meant that they had already come to her. Little hope!

"I sent the photo to your email. My name is Song Pan'er, 17 years old." Wu Qiong turned on the computer and started working on it.

But just as her email was sent, Song Paner's phone call came in.

"Hey, no need, uncle, my classmate called me and I hung up!"

Yin Shijie, who had half of his pants pulled up: "..."

Wu Qiong didn't stop for a moment. After talking to her uncle, she immediately picked up Song Pan'er's call, "Pan'er, how are you?"

Song Pan'er had already gotten on the subway, and had to struggle no less than five times to get on and off the train. "Not great, I suspect I'm being followed."

She looked at the passengers in the carriage suspiciously. She looked at them all as if they were stalkers.