He chose something that didn't look too expensive and examined it carefully. It was a clock hanging on the wall. It was much cheaper, but still worth more than four hundred thousand.
Fang Yusheng pursed his lips. Qiao Jiusheng could hear him cursing. She pricked up her ears and listened carefully, confirming that he was cursing. "It's a robbery. This vicious wretch." Qiao Jiusheng couldn't help but turn around and say to him, "Fang Yusheng, remember, you're my man. How can your words be so vulgar?"
Fang Yusheng's expression turned cold. He changed his words and said in a genteel manner, "Snatch mud from a swallow's mouth, cut iron needles, and scrape gold off a Buddha's face to search for it in detail. It's impossible to find it in the open. Look for a bowl of beans in the kiln, split the essence of meat on a heron's leg, and get the fat from a mosquito's stomach. To think that the old sir would do it."
Qiao Jiusheng was speechless.