Brother Xiong bent over, hands on knees, his face flushed like two pieces of pig liver.
Half of it was from the slap Chen Wei just gave him, the other half was from his anger.
It took him over a minute to calm down and regulate his breathing.
"Damn it, you guys are forcing my hand! If I don't deal with you, my surname won't be Xiong!" Brother Xiong swore furiously and immediately took out his phone to make a call.
Inside the room, Shi Feng stared at Qi Yun in confusion. "We offered them 2,500, why won't they sell?"
Qi Yun smiled lightly at him, speaking in a calm tone: "Honestly, I'm telling you the truth. Although I got a bargain on that Buddha Head, I didn't buy it just to make money."
Shi Feng smacked his lips and gave him a sideways glance. "Seriously? You really believe in Buddha now?"
"Not really." Qi Yun shook his head, "You'll know when we get back. I could tell you now, but you wouldn't believe it."
