Decide."

Qiao Xinhong immediately said excitedly: "Yes, we have been waiting for Marshal Chen for a long time! I have already prepared the personnel list and asked Marshal Chen to take a look."

Qiao Xinhong immediately took out a roster and handed it to Chen Dong.

Chen Dong took it and looked through it casually. He saw that the Qiao family sent out about 300 people, including psychics, psychics, and great masters, and Qiao Xinhong personally led the team.

"Very good." Chen Dong returned the roster to Qiao Xinhong and told him to assemble outside the city gate of Shangjing on a certain day of the month.

"Yes, I remember it!" Qiao Xinhong looked excited.

"Okay, business is done, now let's talk about personal matters." Chen Dong said calmly.

Qiao Xinhong's heart was agitated, it seemed that he could never escape!

"Chen... Marshal Chen... I was blind before, but I hope you, sir, have more..." Qiao Xinhong was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly.

"Hey, that's okay. Didn't I slap you in the face? You're already clean!" Chen Dong smiled heartily and patted Qiao Xinhong on the shoulder.

"Then you are..." Qiao Xinhong looked confused.

"Let's go inside and talk." Chen Dong looked around, as if looking for a place to talk.

"Marshuai Chen, please come this way!" Qiao Xinhong ushered Chen Dong into a living room.

After they sat down, they ordered tea and snacks.

Seeing that Chen Dong still didn't speak, Qiao Xinhong felt sad and turned away all the servants.

Only then did Chen Dong take out the fragment of the painting he had bought at the Jiangnan Pavilion auction.

"Master Qiao, why did you spend 1.8 million spirit stones to photograph it?" Chen Dong asked seriously, he really wanted to know what this thing was.

Qiao Xinhong looked shocked: "Marshuai Chen...you...you don't know what this is?"

"I don't know."

"..."

Qiao Xinhong almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

I don’t know, just spend two million spirit stones?!
Chapter completed!