Chapter: 1580

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, everyone arrived at the southern port.

At this time, Lin Xue and her father had almost counted the goods. Because they played along the way, they arrived an hour later than the freighter.

After getting off the boat, Zhao Feng arranged for a truck, called Ah Hu and the others, loaded the many resources on the yacht into the truck, and sent them to Xinyue Mountain.

Zhang Han and others also disembarked at the port, and the yacht had to sail back to the Deep Bay Club.

"boss!"

At this time Xu Yong ran over with green eyes.

"The liquidation has been completed. There are a total of 30 tons of jewelry. There is a ton of ancient gold coins, silver coins, jewelry, etc. This is the list, worth 2.2 billion. What Chairman Lin means is that he can pay 1.5 billion first if he takes it. The rest of the money will arrive within half a month, and there are still a batch of antiques, but 90% of them are dilapidated and worthless, and there are a few preserved ones, which can be auctioned." Xu Yong said in a breath.

"Then leave it to them." Zhang Han waved his hand, not even bothering to look at the list.

"Do we need to talk about the price?" Xu Yong thought for a while and said, "I think the price can be raised."

"So be it."

Zhang Han shook his head slightly, the price was also expected, and he would definitely be able to increase the price by talking with them, but he didn't think it was necessary, it was just a small amount of money.

2.2 billion, plus the previous savings and the money from the antique auction, approaching 3 billion, which is not a low wealth, and there is no need to think about money in the future.

Just a bunch of numbers and the flowers are over.

It is no exaggeration to say that the value of refining those elixir herbs into pills will exceed tens of billions.

For warriors, money is neither important nor important. When it rises to a certain height, money is just waste paper. No one will exchange their treasures for money, and it is the same in the world of cultivating immortals.

Spar is like money. When it reaches a certain level, the effect of the spar is very low, and bartering begins.

"Let's go back and make dinner."

Zhang Han hugged Mengmeng and walked towards the front team.

"I want to eat." Mengmeng pouted.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Zhang Han looked at Mengmeng and asked.

"Hmm... I want to eat roasted pig's trotters, roast duck, and that Qiu, Qiu..." There was a thoughtful look in Mengmeng's eyes, and he forgot what it was called.

"Okra." Zhang Han reminded with a chuckle.

"Hmm, it's okra. Mama likes to eat it very much, and Mengmeng likes to eat it too."

Zhang Han laughed, and took the lead to walk into the extended phantom.

Rong Jiaxin from behind smiled slightly.

I can feel that Zhang Han only has Mengmeng in his eyes.

Generally speaking, when my aunt comes over, don't ask her what she wants to eat first?

It turned out to be a good thing, either don't ask, or ask Mengmeng and Ziyan......

She also experienced the feeling of Zi Yan when she first came into contact with Zhang Han.

Everyone got into the car and drove all the way back to Crescent Bay. They arrived at the restaurant at 5:30, and there were already many people queuing up.