Chapter 131: Open the box and get a big pineapple!

So luxurious and decadent?
This room is a swimming pool, the water has dried up, and the ceiling above is a huge LCD screen.

Wang Chen could imagine lying in the swimming pool, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds...

The sixth room is the bedroom, with a large Simmons bed.

It’s enough to sleep with ten women at a time.

...The eighth one is the gym.

"They are all brand-name fitness equipment. Any barbell costs me two months' salary!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of life makes me really envious."

"It belongs to Lao Wang now. Lao Wang won't be reluctant to leave, right?"

"If he dares to linger, 50 million fans will break his legs!!"

Glanced twice.

Wang Chen was not interested, so he turned around and walked out.

When I looked back, I found that Matthew was gone.

He returned again.

At this time, Matthew was stroking his mustache and looking at a Tyson character card framed on the wall.

"Matthew, what are you thinking about?"

"Look at this!"

Matthew pointed his chin at the Tyson card on the wall.

Wang Chen walked over and touched it. It would have been fine if he hadn't touched it, but he was shocked when he touched it.

[Tyson sports card, worth 150 million].

Wow, this thing sells for over a million?
Wang Chen was surprised.

No wonder so many people want to be stars. I’m afraid the drinks they drink can be sold for hundreds of thousands.

"Haha, aren't you surprised? You've made a fortune again, Old Wang!"

Matthew patted Wang Chen's shoulder excitedly.

"You know him?"

"Yeah, I know him. It's Tyson's sports card. I didn't pay attention to it just now."

"You are quite well-informed."

Matthew was surprised and stroked his mustache.
"I remember that there were three Tyson sports cards issued in total. Each one is very precious. If you give this one to us at Sotheby's, we will sell it for at least two million!"

"Look at this again! Do you recognize it?"

Matthew ran over to a shelf with a pair of red boxing gloves on it and stood smiling like a little kid.

"Let me see."

Wang Chen pretended to walk over and observe.

[Tyson boxing gloves, one of the classics. Worth 20 yuan]

Matthew suddenly said excitedly: "Look, there is Field's signature on it. This should be Tyson's boxing gloves."

"Yeah." Wang Chen nodded.

He saw it too.

The gloves were a bit worn, and there was a signature in black pen on the top.

"What's Phil?"

"He's a boxing champion, very famous!"

"Fuck, I think I saw that match, he and Tyson had a very intense fight!"

"There are no fathers and sons in the ring!"

Wang Chen looked at Matthew, who was breathing rapidly.

I couldn't help but remind him, "Don't be so excited. I won't replace the oxygen for you if it runs out."

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

Could he not be excited?

He has more than a dozen sets of these signature gloves in the gym, as well as several sets of jerseys.

The two looked all over the gym.

Wang Chen estimated that the boxing gloves and cards alone could be sold for four million.

At this time.

Wang Chen, who was about to leave, found an upright wooden box behind the door.

"what is this?"

He picked it up and opened it.

Inside is a golden belt.

[Ali gold belt, worth 1100 million].

Ali's gold belt? Eleven million!?
Wang Chen was confused. He didn't follow the boxing world, so he didn't understand who Ali was and why this gold belt was so valuable.

Matthew walked over and took a look. When he saw what it was, his eyes widened instantly.

"Old Wang, please show me one look."

He looked at it for a while and said excitedly: "I didn't expect Ali's gold belt was hidden here!"

He held the belt high.

"Oh my god, this must be the blessing of the goddess of luck. We are so lucky!"

"Ah."

Wang Chen nodded.

He really didn't know what to say, so he just pretended to be mysterious.

"Is this Ali's gold belt? I've heard of it but never seen it."

"The one from 'The Jungle Wars'?"

"What's this Ali, what's this Jungle War, I don't understand."

"The Rumble in the Jungle is a classic fight that made Ali a legend. Ali was a black boxer and a legend in the WBC. He pursued peace and made great contributions to the struggle for black human rights. He fought countless boxing matches in his life and can be called a great man in the boxing world!!"

"Fuck, the owner of the shelter is so awesome, he has a collection of things like this!"

Matthew reluctantly put the golden waist back in place and came to the next room.

Same wooden door.

Wang Chen took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

He felt as if he had scratched a 100% winning lottery ticket.

What caught everyone's eyes was.

There were more than a dozen iron and silver weapon racks placed in the room.

The shelves were filled with cold weapons that pierced the skin.

Swords, axes, bows, crossbows, guns and sticks, everything is available.

Wang Chen was a little confused for a moment. He almost thought he had returned to ancient times or entered an ancient tomb.

"This……"

Matthew was stunned.

"Is this your Chinese cold weapon?"

"Correct."

Wang Chen nodded and pressed the light switch next to the door.

As the lights came on.

He saw more than a dozen compound bows hanging on the wall. They looked complicated in style and had pulleys on them.

"Wow! So many cold weapons!"

"Isn't it illegal to collect these? They are all quite dangerous."

"Breaking the law? They are preparing for the end of the world. Besides, if they have the money to build a shelter, their identity must be not simple, right?"

"Old Wang, is this going to be paid by the state?"

Wang Chen chuckled.

How is it possible to pay?

It's just a cold weapon. If he digs it up, it's his.

It's not a pistol or a bomb, so it's understandable that he handed it over.

Of course, if it were in the previous life, these would definitely have to be paid, otherwise I would have to operate the sewing machine.

After staying in the room for a minute, the two came out.

Walk straight to the room opposite.

Matthew's face turned red because he was too excited.

Open this door.

Even if you are mentally prepared.

Wang Chen and Matthew were still stunned at the door for a moment.

Because this room is filled with hot weapons!

The room is not big, and there is a huge half-U-shaped table inside.

Various types of pistols and rifles were laid out on the table.

Everything hanging on the wall is assembled, like sniper rifles, submachine guns, short, long, silver, black... all kinds of things.

Like a hardware store.

Wang Chen even saw a bunch of big pineapples.

Good guy!
The Arsenal!!
Wang Chen glanced towards the right side of the wall, where sealed iron boxes were piled high.

You can tell with your fucking ass that there are ammunition and bombs inside.

"???"

"???!"

Netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked.

The barrage fell into dead silence.

Korean netizens were even more confused.

Do people in China play so wildly?
Matthew swallowed his saliva, "Lao Wang, I, I, how about going up?"

He felt that he had come at the wrong time.

This isn't the kind of occasion he should be able to attend!

He is just a middleman.

"It's okay, let's just take a look. Don't move anything. These things must be handed over to the country."

Wang Chen said.

The netizens in the live broadcast room came to their senses and started typing frantically.

"Fuck! How did you dig out an arsenal, Lao Wang?!"

"I really understand. This anchor can dig up everything!"

"Old Wang, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and get in the shopping cart!"

"Put it in the shopping cart, we'll buy it for you in seconds no matter how much it costs. Don't worry, if you can't hold it, our brothers will help you!"

Wang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

How many pairs of handcuffs should he wear for illegally trading arms?
"Brothers, stop joking. The anchor is a law-abiding person. Let the police handle these weapons. We can take a look, but we can't touch them."

As a public figure, Wang Chen doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

He walked around the house with a camera to give his fans a visual treat.

By the way, call 110.

The operator on the other end quickly answered the call: "Hello, this is the Fengcheng Zhuqiao Police Station. How can I help you?"

"Hello, this is what I did. I dug up a gun in Yezhugou."

"gun?"

The operator was stunned for a moment, but he had seen strong winds before, let alone small waves like this, so he asked slowly:
"What kind of thing is it? A homemade gun? A musket or a shotgun?" He added: "Sir, if you hand in a homemade gun, our police station will give you a reward of 500 yuan..."

"No, ah, you misunderstood, I dug up an arsenal..."

(End of this chapter)