Early the next morning, Zhang Fan and the other three went to a car rental company to rent a comfortable car suitable for long distances. Zhang Fan drove Wu Lei and Nangong Qing to Xingzhao Dong Village, arriving near noon.
Since Xingzhao Dong Village is a famous tourist attraction and it is also the peak tourist season, there are many people in Xingzhao Dong Village at this time, so Zhang Fan had to park his car outside the village.
The three of them passed through the crowded crowd from the only entrance to the village and arrived at the commercial street. There were vendors selling various handicrafts and food on the street, and there were all kinds of shops Luo Jie mentioned on both sides.
"Xiaofan, let's just look for it bit by bit like this?"
Nangong Qing asked.
"Let's walk around first, get familiar with the situation here, and see if we can find some clues."
Zhang Fan replied.
Nangong Qing nodded.
"Mr. Zhang, look, that's not the Qiankelai handicraft shop that Village Chief Luo mentioned."
Wu Lei pointed to the shop on the right side of the three of them.
Zhang Fan glanced at the sign, then looked into the store and said, "Let's go in and take a look..."
There are many people choosing handicrafts in the shop. The boss is a bald man about forty years old with a string of Bodhisattva around his neck. He is leaning on a chair and playing with his mobile phone.
Zhang Fan took a look at the bald man's body and face. He did not sense any special aura from the bald man, nor did he see any clues from his face. Zhang Fan was afraid that the bald man would wear the same clothes as him.
A spell to hide the breath.
Therefore, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and said: "Hello, boss..."
Seeing Zhang Fan stretching out his hand, the bald man couldn't refuse. He stretched out his hand and held it with Zhang Fan. A ray of fortune-telling penetrated directly into the bald man's body. Through exploration, Zhang Fan was sure that the bald man was not a cultivator.
man of.
"Boss, can you take a moment to speak?"
Zhang Fan asked.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the bald man frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter?
gentlemen?"
"Want to order something in bulk."
Zhang Fan replied.
The bald man's eyes lit up instantly, and then he made a gesture of invitation, "Come on, let's invite you inside."
The bald man gave a few instructions to his wife, and then took Zhang Fan and the other two people into the inner room. The inner room was decorated in a very stylish way, with antique furniture.
The bald man invited Zhang Fan and the others to sit down and poured tea for them.
"What crafts would you like to order from me?"
the bald man asked.
Zhang Fan did not answer, but took out the real dragon scale that Luo Jie bought from here a few days ago from his bag and put it on the table.
Seeing this real dragon scale, the bald man's eyes flickered slightly, licked his lips, and said seriously: "We sold this thing as soon as it was sold, and it will not be returned or exchanged. Although it is a piece of art that imitates antiques,
The trading rules are the same as antique trading.”
Judging from the bald man's demeanor and performance, the bald man does not know the preciousness of these real dragon scales.
"I didn't want to return or exchange it, I just wanted to ask where you got this thing from."
Zhang Fan said.
"Why do you ask?"
The bald man subconsciously answered.
"Don't ask about these things, but you can rest assured that we will not do anything harmful to nature."
Zhang Fan replied, "Of course, I won't let you provide information in vain."
With that said, Zhang Fan took out 10,000 yuan from his bag and put it on the tea table.
Zhang Fan didn't want to use his power to bully others, so it was normal to spend money to buy information.
The bald man looked at the 10,000 yuan, and his favorable impression of Zhang Fan increased a lot.
On the one hand, it was because of the benefits that the ten thousand yuan had brought to him. On the other hand, he thought that Zhang Fan was a very particular person and was not a treacherous villain who wanted the horse to run away but not let the horse eat grass.
, he is willing to deal with people like Zhang Fan.
"Brothers are particular about people, and I am also particular about people. What you are asking about is not an important situation. This money is too much. It feels hot to my hands when I hold it. You can take it back. If you really feel sorry for it, before you leave, just take it from me.
Buy two things here.”
The bald man smiled.
Zhang Fan smiled and said: "Okay..."
"The seller of this thing is an old man in his 70s who lives a somewhat poor life. His surname is Lu, and his name is Lu Minshan. He walks north along the commercial street and turns left at the end. About two miles away, there is a row of
It’s a low bungalow, and there is a poplar tree in front of his house.”
The bald man said, "It is said that this thing was handed down from his ancestors, but I saw it and it is not an antique or precious metal.
This old man has some problems with his legs, has no children, and usually makes a living by picking up rags. He wanted to sell this thing to me for 200 yuan. I didn't want to take advantage of the old man, so I decided to help him sell it on consignment. Your friend asked about the price.
I directly quoted two thousand just to help the old man. Your friend agreed happily and bought it directly.
After you see the old man, you can ask, I didn't keep any of the two thousand yuan, I gave it all to him."
When he said the last sentence, the bald man looked serious.
"I believe you."
Zhang Fan smiled and then pointed to the 10,000 yuan on the table, "You really don't want this money?"
"Everyone likes money. To be honest, I want to take it, but if I take it, I feel ashamed of my conscience. Conscience is important."
The bald man said.
"Thank you for the information. We won't stay and delay your business."
Zhang Fan stood up as he spoke.
When leaving, Zhang Fan spent three thousand yuan to buy fifty belts from the store, which were given to the children of the Wu clan chief and his tribe.
Following the route guided by the bald man, the three of them quickly found Lu Minshan's house. The back door of Lu Minshan's house was open. Zhang Fan and the others entered the hallway directly. From the hallway, they could see a thin, rickety old man sitting in the hallway.
Drinking tea on the stone bench under the grape trellis.
Hearing the footsteps of Zhang Fan and the others, the old man turned around slowly.
The skinny, shriveled old face caught the eyes of Zhang Fan and the others. Their pupils could not help but shrink slightly. The old man looked too scary. In addition to his shriveled cheeks, they were also covered with wrinkles. His eye sockets were sunken.
The two eyeballs protrude outward, and the two teeth exposed when the mouth is open are purple-black, giving the whole person a terrifying and eerie feeling.
"Young men, what's the matter?"
The old man asked in his weak, hoarse voice.
While talking, the old man wanted to turn his legs over, but he was unable to do so, so his hands helped to hold his legs over.
"I have something to ask you, sir."
Zhang Fan said very politely. As he spoke, he walked to a position less than one meter away from the old man.
"Sit down...sit down..." the old man pointed to several other stone benches and said.
After sitting down, Zhang Fan looked carefully at the old man's face.