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"Uh, treasury? What's that? I'm an honest person, I don't have any treasury." Fang Ning strongly denied.

"Eh, how can you be like that, Fang Ning? You clearly said just now that your treasury is stored with many things." Flustered, Sir System said.

System Notification: [The System saw through the Host's lie, as it is too simple, intuition did not increase.]

"Uh, you have quite a good memory, eh." Since the System Notification had already appeared, Fang Ning had nothing else to say.

"Obviously, it has only been less than five minutes alright? If I want to remember things, I'll remember them even after five hundred or fifty thousand years, quickly tell me." Sir System said hastily.

"I didn't store many things, recently the ways of the world are in a mess, I asked Anderson to work with Zheng Dao to store a batch of cheap antique calligraphy drawings and some jewelleries." Fang Ning said helplessly.