Dou Sprout was rolling back and forth on the sofa laughing.
It was freezing cold outside, and a hot pot was cooking on the table. It was steaming, and Xiaoxuan smiled as she poured vermicelli into the pot.
Douyazai sat up from the sofa and said, "I think you should stop calling Xiang Bawang. It's too ugly. No matter how you pronounce it, it sounds like a bastard."
"Fuck you, you are like a bastard."
"Tell me, Boss, is my nickname not domineering?"
"Uh." Say it, you might as well think about it again.
"What else are you thinking about! Just use mine! I've thought it all for you!"
Dou Sprout pointed at me: "From now on, you will be called Mohe Santu King!"
"Brother Yu is called Shaolin Tomb Saint."
"Xiaoxuan, just call me Hong Kong Yizhihua, Zhao Xuanxuan."
"I... I haven't decided what my name will be yet."
I said shut the fuck up, "Mohe Santu King? You can imagine that the soil has arrived at his grandma's house. If I call him this, everyone in the industry will laugh at me from now on."
"Just call me Qianyan'er Bean Sprout, because you have already fallen in love with money." I said with a smile.
The hot pot was served, and everyone burst out laughing and enjoying themselves.
"Yunfeng," he said, looking at me, "I've actually noticed for a long time that you have talent, especially for underground cultural relics, so I thought of one for you."
"It's called God Eye Peak."
"what do you think?"
Xiaoxuan nodded repeatedly: "Okay, this sounds good, much better than the Mohe Santu King."
"God's Eye Peak."
I recited it silently twice, nodded and said: "Bangtou, this is good, I will use this name."
Not long after, an incident spread in the industry.
It is said that Luo Kaishan, the tomb robber who returned to prison, was completely defeated by Shenyanfeng in a certain incident. She even knelt down and begged for mercy.
Make your own way out.
Tian Sanjiu, as the person involved, seemed to have acquiesced in this rumor and did not make any clarification. The matter spread more and more widely, and even some famous old proprietors of the Southern School knew about it.
Killing two birds with one stone, not only suppressing Tian Sanjiu finally got the Iron Buddha and paved the way for me with his head, "Famous."
This thing cannot be bought with money.
"Come, come, let's eat hot pot and drink wine." Douyazai poured me half a glass of white wine.
"Cough! Cough!"
Brother Yu coughed and said, "Don't pour it for me, I don't feel well."
"Brother Yu, are you okay? How about we go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow?"
"cough!"
"I'm fine Yunfeng, just rest for a few days and I'll be fine. In the end, I won."
The head persuaded: "It's better to take the time to take a look. Wen Bin, you are still young, so don't leave any root causes of disease."
"One more thing, Yunfeng, you should still have some inventory, right?" he asked me.
I nodded and said yes, head on, I have a little thing.
The boss said: "The old rules in the industry are that the old ones don't go away and the new ones don't come in. In our industry, you are afraid of holding something for yourself. If you are unlucky and something happens in the future, everyone will get the stolen goods."
"The Chinese New Year is just over ten days away. Boss Qian will definitely come before the New Year. You can sort it out and give it to him together."
"Well, now that I know the basics, I won't eat anymore and go back to the house to clean up."
Back in the house, I took out a black backpack from under the bed, opened the zipper, and dumped everything in the bag on the bed. It was all my own belongings.
What's there?
There are notebooks left for me by Master Wu. There are five jade beauties who were polished by rivers during the Warring States Period. The trade calls such villains noble people. There are also some miscellaneous copper items and a bunch of old dog teeth with inscriptions on them in small plastic bags.
Inside, there is also the embroidered purse that Guicao Po gave me at that time.
I didn't take the purse seriously and threw it aside.
I understand very well what Baotou means. Baotou needs to clear out the goods, and there are still more than ten days to celebrate the New Year. Now that there are big buyers who are not short of money, this year’s goods will not be kept for next year, the old ones will not be sold, and the new ones will not be left.
Come.
Sold them all for money.
Don't forget, there is also a lot of inventory there, including
One of the most important items is the burial tool containing the skull in Jin Youmei's tomb, which is made of warm glass.
I was digging into my bag to see if I had pulled anything down, when suddenly the phone in my pocket rang.
"Hello, who's there?"
"It's me." The voice on the phone sounded cold.
"Tada Sankyu."
"What are you looking for me for?" I was a little nervous.
Tian Sanjiu sneered and said: "In order to prevent anything from happening, I took care of the end, Xiang Bantou. I suddenly felt that you should do something."
Tian Sanjiu's tone was a little playful.
"I sent you a text message with the address. I left you a small gift. You can take care of it yourself." He hung up the phone after saying that, and I received the text message soon after.
Looking at the address given by Tian Sanjiu, I frowned and thought, "He got the Tasha, we got the Iron Buddha, everything is settled, what else is left for me?"
I told the boss what happened, and he looked thoughtful. He seemed to have thought of something and said to me: "It's okay. You can go to Yunfeng."
"Boss, do you know what Tian Sanjiu left for me?"
He shook his head and said nothing.
"Hey, Fengzi, you don't want to eat hot pot anymore. You just ordered mutton rolls."
"You guys eat, I'll go out and come back in the evening."
I took a taxi to a nearby place and looked for the address. It was a bungalow in a village in the city with a house number. It was very run-down.
Because I was afraid of being seen, I wore black clothes, a hat and a mask for cover.
"Squeak."
The wooden door was unlocked, so I pushed it open and entered the house.
The room was very dark and damp, and had a strange smell.
"Papa." I touched the switch on the wall and turned on the light.
There was light in the hut and I saw it.
Lying on the broken bed was a dying old man. His clothes were thin, the blood on his face was dried, his eyes were swollen and still leaking pus. His forehead was covered with dense burns from cigarette butts. His right arm looked broken and his little finger on his left hand was also injured.
Cut it off and wrapped it in a plastic bag.
Mr. Xing It's Wang Xinggui.
He was still trying to breathe because he couldn't see his eyes. He didn't know if he heard some noise, but his neck moved slightly.
Closing my eyes, I couldn't bear to look at the old man's current appearance.
Tian Sanjiu beat the man like this, deliberately left a breath, and then let me come, just to see what I would do.
The head should have guessed, but he acquiesced.
On the broken bed, Mr.
I took a deep breath, turned around and left the hut.
An hour and a half later, I came to the hut again and closed the door.
Pour the coffee powder into mineral water and stir evenly.
"Master Xing, come here, drink some water."
I fed him two sips of coffee from the bottle.
Mr. Xing took two sips and lay on the broken bed, his breathing gradually became calmer. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
I was watching next to him.
Mr. Xing seemed to be dreaming, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
I guess his dream should be like this.
It was in autumn, on a large cotton field, a young and beautiful girl was sitting on a tractor, surrounded by picked cotton. White cotton balls were blown up by the wind and fell on the girl's hair.
Mr. Xing helped the girl pick the cotton and said with a smile: "Xiao Qin, look, all the cotton is on her head."
The girl turned back and said with a smile: "Brother, let's drive the tractor. I can drive it."
Mr. Xing jumped on the tractor, pointed at the endless cotton fields in front of him and said loudly: "Let's go! Let's go!"
Rumble.
The tractor started, and the girl held on to the handlebars, screaming in fright.
The two of them rode the tractor farther and farther away, and slowly disappeared at the end of the cotton field.
He will never wake up from his dream again.
I lowered my head and glanced at the old man on the broken bed. He was still smiling, but suddenly a tear fell from the corner of his eye.