"boom!……"

A row of old residential buildings with more than ten floors in the distance suddenly fell down. The dust covering the sky and the sun was like a curtain of a theater, announcing the end of a decades of history. When the dust settled, there was a bizarre piece of steel, cement and colored glass.

Huang Tao nodded with satisfaction, turned around and snapped his fingers at the secretary beside him, then turned around and walked towards his car.

The female secretary with a slim figure and fair skin, wearing a uniform and a pair of black-framed glasses on her face skillfully opened the car door for him. After Huang Tao sat in the back seat of the car, he entered the front passenger seat. His movements were natural and smooth without any delay. This was the tacit understanding that the two formed in the past few months after the new secretary took office.

The female secretary Xiao Yao twisted her round buttocks, adjusted to a comfortable position, frowned and raised her hand to push the black-framed glasses that looked a little too heavy on her delicate little nose. Obviously she didn't understand the evil taste of Huang Tao's setting this set of "standard work clothes" for her.

At this time, Huang Tao snapped his fingers again. Mr. Huang's fingers have many meanings, and they have various meanings on different occasions, such as the previous meaning of "leave"; the current meaning of "should be ordered" and other times such as "start", "end", "get it", etc. Of course, it may be that he is just playing around with nothing. Understanding the essence of it requires a long time of study - if you don't want to be hyped by this rich second generation from this company that is popular in a few months, this is the experience given to the newcomer by the director of the board of directors.

Xiao Yao quickly turned around and waited for Huang Tao's instructions.

"My university professor is coming in the afternoon, but Mr. Jin will not go to the evening. You go and tell Jin Xiaosan that the price is the original plan. He likes to sell the building materials, whether to sell them or not, get out of here. Don't pick up girls every day and have sex with me. When the matter is about to come, I come to ask me for help and want to take advantage of me. My family is not a charity person, his father is! Just tell him my original words and don't change a word."

Xiao Yao smiled after hearing this. Mr. Jin and Mr. Huang played together since childhood until they were a child. They have seen each other more or less several times during their time working with Mr. Huang. They heard that the family backgrounds of both sides were similar. One was the third son of the Jin family and the second young master of the Huang family. After their studies were over, they gave training to a company.

The difference is that Mr. Jin’s company is now a bottomless pit that depends on sponsorship to survive. However, Mr. Huang has become an unfathomable giant in a few years and several additional investments in the later stages.

Although the additional investments were amazing, Secretary Xiao Yao, who had several years of work experience before coming here, knew that this could not change the fact that this business miracle was at all, and people had to admire Mr. Huang's ability.

The beautiful secretary quickly recorded the key points in his notebook. Of course, she understood that it was impossible to really use Mr. Huang's original words. If she really did this, she wanted to continue working, unless it was a "real Xiaomi". The problem is that Mr. Huang, the standard rich second generation, does not meet the standards of the rich second generation, the romantic and passionate. Many people in the secretariat even doubt whether his back was broken.

Huang Tao, who knew nothing about the ideas of his subordinates, would probably be so angry that he would let the whole group of people go to the company's door to do radio gymnastics every morning. This is the top ten tortures in the company, and many comrades would rather die than surrender.

"By the way, Xiao Yao, I will help me arrange another three days off. The old man said that recently Lin'an had dug an ancient temple that was seven or eight hundred years old. There are not many big projects in the company, so I will accompany him to check it out. You can arrange the itinerary." Huang Tao moved his neck, which was a little sore, and muttered, "It's true, he is obviously an old man who teaches calligraphy, and he insists on getting antiques. He must be distracted and his level has dropped. Last time, he pretended to say that the "Shu Su Tie" I copied is better than his grandson's copy. He scolded me like this, and I still worked hard to accompany him to the dilapidated temple. Do the teacher want to give me a big red flower?"

Xiao Yao chuckled, knowing that the boss was not a formal job and couldn't help but joke: "Don't you know if Honghua has any? You should think about what red envelopes to send next month's Mid-Autumn Festival."

Huang Tao didn't care, thought for a few seconds, nodded seriously and said, "Send a big gift."

Regarding his own welfare, Xiao Yao couldn't help but look forward to it.

"What do you send?"

"Shu Su Tie."

...

"Hey, Old Man Zhang, this place has not been reported to the Cultural Relics Bureau yet. It must have been passed by someone. What other valuable products can we find?" Although the value is so high that it is difficult to calculate, the stimulation of "treasure digging" still made Huang Tao a little excited. He deliberately went down to this ancient temple with the old professor of calligraphy.

The old professor was wearing a protective hat and carrying a special outdoor flashlight in one hand, and was fumbled forward carefully in this passage that could only crawl. Hearing this, he turned around and said, "You know, you can do something, you can make a scenic spot when you dig it out like this. Will the Cultural Relics Bureau not know? I got this opportunity to come up with a sneak peek. I don't know what to do if I really develop it."

"Fuck! Then you are so serious? I'm not doing it anymore!"

"Oh~ How can I be less serious in front of outsiders? I am a director of the Calligraphy Association. Do you think it's so easy to be a good person?"

"Tsk, when there is no outsider, you secretly tell me that I'll save you a waste of time?" Huang Tao broke off a stone from the stone path next to him and threw it out in front of the dark passage in protest.

"What's the hurry? The young man just can't stand it. He found that he had dug so deep in a week. He still had some fishy fish when eating fish. How could he not be formally excavated at this time? Go quickly. This should be the base of the Buddha statue in the main hall. Let's look forward if there is any..." When he said this, the old professor felt something was wrong, so he turned around and took the flashlight to take a photo and found that Huang Tao was standing bent down and digging something on the wall.

"Don't move! Be careful of the wall..." The old professor was startled and shouted quickly. Before he could finish his words, Huang Tao pulled out a three or four-inch-square tripod from the place where he had just broken off the stone.

"Don't worry, my physics is hundreds of times better than you, an old man who can only write. This place does not bear the burden, and this thing is so big, so definitely..." Huang Tao did not finish his words because a large tent of soil fell on his head.

The two looked at each other, and the old professor climbed back without saying a word, squeezed past Huang Tao and looked at him in a daze, and quickly shouted at him: "Run!"

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Chapter completed!