In the afternoon, the antique market seemed a little deserted, and almost one-third of the stalls in the middle had been reduced.
On the steps outside Guxiangxuan's shop, Xu Zhengyang was sitting on a tan chair with armrests, leaning slightly on the back of the chair, lazily reading a book "Records of Smells of Ghosts". Next to him, Chen Chaojiang
Sitting on the steps, holding a small piece of locust wood in his right hand and a small dagger less than half a foot long in his left hand, he was carving on the locust wood with a calm expression.
There is an empty chair next to it, but Chen Chaojiang prefers to sit on the steps with his legs bent and his elbows resting on his knees to make carving more comfortable.
Xu Zhengyang thought that the store lacked a small stool, otherwise Chen Chaojiang would not be able to sit on the floor.
"Are you bored?" Xu Zhengyang closed the book and asked with a smile.
"It's okay." Chen Chaojiang responded without raising his head, and his hands didn't stop either. He was still carving the piece of locust wood. There were already some prototypes on the top of the locust wood. It could be seen that Chen Chaojiang wanted to carve it.
A woman. Well, she looked like a classical beauty in a painting, with long hair tied into a bun and hairpins and beads. The lower part of her face had not yet been carved. Now he was carving the woman's ears with a sharp blade.
The autumn light is warm and natural, and every movement of the dagger glows brightly.
"I feel sorry for you..." Xu Zhengyang said with a smile.
Chen Chaojiang still didn't stop what he was doing. He lowered his head slightly and said, "What a grievance! Yaoyao seems to be taking your money for nothing. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking."
"That's why I said you were wronged."
Huh?" Chen Chaojiang stopped what he was doing and looked up at Xu Zhengyang, "You want to fire me?"
"Bullshit one by one one by one"
Chen Chaojiang smiled, said nothing, lowered his head and continued beating his carving.
"Let's talk for a while, aren't you bored?" Xu Zhengyang threw a cigarette over.
Chen Chaojiang didn't even raise his head. The cigarette passed in front of his face. Chen Chaojiang flashed the dagger in his left hand and picked it up on the fallen cigarette. The cigarette jumped into Chen Chaojiang's thin lips like seven eyes.
He caught the filter in his mouth. Putting down the piece of wood in his hand, Chen Chaojiang took out a lighter to light the cigarette, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the smoke and said, "Yao Chushun is not a bad person."
"Haha." Xu Zhengyang smiled and said, "I thought you would always dislike him."
"Well, it's just that I'm a bit unsightly in appearance."
Xu Zhengyang turned his head and looked into the store, and said with a smile: "When Master Gu heard what you said, it was time to blow his nose and glare again."
"Originally, I was thinking that I could keep an eye on you to prevent him from hacking your money. It would be considered as doing some work and not getting paid in vain." Chen Chaojiang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Look now, I'm of no use at all.
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"Come on." Xu Zhengyang squinted his eyes, held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the clear sky, and said with a smile: "I heard from Xiao Jin that you repelled several people who came to make trouble in our store with those murderous eyes.
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Chen Chaojiang rubbed his neck and said, "I didn't do anything, but they knew what was going on."
"Well, usually it's better not to do anything. We are opening a store and we have to greet customers with a smile. It's not okay to scare people away."
After chatting for a while, Chen Chaojiang finished his cigarette, accurately flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can a few meters away, then lowered his head and continued working on his carving.
Xu Zhengyang was very bored.
A red van parked in front of Gu Xiangxuan's shop. The driver didn't get out of the car, the rear door opened, and two middle-aged men in black sportswear got out of the car, one of whom was carrying a bulging brown backpack.
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Both of them looked gloomy. They didn't look anywhere else after getting off the car and walked straight to Guxiangxuan.
When passing by Xu Zhengyang and Chen Chaojiang, the empty-handed man turned his head and glanced at the two young men before walking into the store.
Xu Zhengyang didn't pay much attention, opened the book and continued to read casually.
However, Chen Chaojiang stopped carving in his hand, turned the exquisite and shining dagger with great dexterity with the five fingers of his left hand, stood up and returned to the shop.
Don't really think that the bags carried by these serious and gloomy-looking guys have anything valuable in them. Most of the time they are just putting on a show for people to see. First of all, people feel that I have something good in my hands.
Otherwise, why should I be so serious, gloomy and cautious? Yao Chushun said this to Xu Zhengyang. If not, Xu Zhengyang would really think that the person who just came was probably a character from a certain line.
Sure enough, after a while, the two of them walked out of the Guxiang Pavilion dejectedly.
After the red van drove away, Yao Chushun held a cigarette holder in his mouth, playing with two topaz bulbs in his right hand, and walked out of the store with a smile on his face. Yao Chushun's appearance now is different from that of a few months ago when he did not open the ancient incense.
Xuanshi is very different. At first glance, it reminds people of the simple painting of landowner Zhou Papi in the Chinese textbook when he was a child.
Chen Chaojiang followed behind him, with no expression on his pale face. The five fingers of his left hand were still turning his exquisite dagger, with a cold light shining as he turned.
"Fake?" Xu Zhengyang asked with a smile.
Yao Chushun sat on the chair next to him, took out the cigarette holder with his left hand, puffed on the cigarette and said:
"He's a bastard. He has three fakes and one genuine item. I took him one and refused to sell it... Come to Guxiangxuan to play this trick. It's far from good. I don't know my name, Master Gu..."
"Yao Chushun looked contemptuous.
"When I often walk by the river, my shoes will always get wet." Xu Zhengyang joked.
"It depends on who it is." Yao Chushun played with the bladder and looked at Tianbaozhai with a smile to the south, which stood like a golden rooster among some antique shops. "Zhengyang, there are some days on your line.
No longer available."
"Is there any shortage in the store?" Xu Zhengyang asked.
"You bastard, I just can't understand why you are so careless? Do you still think it's too much?" Yao Chushun scolded with a smile.
Xu Zhengyang smiled and said: "There is no shortage of ruthenium for a while, so I am too lazy to get it."
Yao Chushun was astonished, and after passing his hands for a while, he sighed and said, "Oh, I can't see through you more and more, kid. It seems that antiques are easy to get for you."
"I can't see through him either." Chen Chaojiang suddenly interrupted.
So Xu Zhengyang and Yao Chushun were both stunned, and both looked at Chen Chaojiang. It was rare for this guy to take the initiative to speak, and what he said was without hesitation. Chen Chaojiang ignored the looks of the two people, walked down the steps again, and then turned his back to
The two of them sat on the bottom step, picked up the lump of locust wood, and continued to carve the classical beauty in their imagination with a knife. Looking at Chen Chaojiang's concentrated look, Xu Zhengyang suddenly thought of Diao Diao in the capital.
There is a word that I once said - "mensao". It should be the most appropriate to describe Chen Chaojiang at this time.
"His father is such a bastard. He misses women so much that he scratches a piece of wood all day long..."
Yao Chushun couldn't finish what he said because Chen Chaojiang turned his head and glanced at him. Yao Chushun took a puff of cigarette and almost didn't let Chen Chaojiang see his stomach, and he choked and coughed repeatedly. Xu Zhengyang watched with joy.
Yao Chushun looked at himself dissatisfied, then smiled and said something different:
"Yi, when do you think Tianbaozhai will be overrun? I'll wait and see, "Zhen Zhen will be as good as he was back then..."
"The tree is big and has deep roots, so it is difficult to dig. It takes time." Yao Chushun looked at Tianbaozhai in the distance with his triangular eyes, his fierce glare revealed. "One year, Zou Mingyuan's Tianbaozhai will bleed in one year, and his hands will bleed."
The line inside has been unreliable recently..."
"Zou Mingyuan hasn't moved the whole time..." Xu Zhengyang said softly: "It's not like he's afraid of Zheng Ronghua."
Yao Chushun's expression became unusually serious and he said, "Is Zou Mingyuan afraid?"
"Then you have to be careful," Xu Zhengyang said with a smile, but he wasn't too worried about what might happen. After all, Yao Chushun stayed at Guxiangxuan every day. This was an antique market, so what could happen?
Just after saying this, the red van that had left earlier came back and stopped at the entrance of Guxiangxuan. This time the driver still did not get out of the car, but after the back door opened, three people got out and approached Guxiangxuan.
Come this way.
The van didn't turn off.
The man walking in front carrying a backpack said in a low voice: "Boss, one hundred and fifty thousand, sold.
"Please come inside..." Yao Chushun nodded and stood up with a smile, and walked towards the shop.
The three of them walked to the steps and were stunned for a moment. They looked at Xu Zhengyang and Chen Chaojiang. Just when they were about to go into the store, Chen Chaojiang suddenly raised his head and said, "Don't go into the store. Just take the money here and leave the things behind."
Xu Zhengyang frowned and narrowed his eyes to stare at the three of them.
Chen Chaojiang has always been taciturn and cold-tempered, but today he suddenly stopped three people and stopped them from entering the store. There must be a reason.
The three of them ignored Chen Chaojiang, with a hint of sneer on their lips, and walked up the steps.
Chen Chaojiang stood up suddenly. He placed the locust tree in his right hand on the ground at some point. He quickly stepped back up the steps and stopped in front of the three of them at the door. The lower dagger in his left hand was held between his thumb and index finger, and a faint cold light flickered. Xu Zhengyang
He didn't know why, but he stood up without hesitation and stood beside the three of them on the steps.
"What does this mean?" The man carrying the bag asked coldly across Chen Chaojiang to Yao Chushun in the store.
Yao Chushun was also puzzled, why would Chen Chaojiang suddenly stop the three of them? Is it possible that in broad daylight, he was still worried that the three of them would not rob the store? But since Chen Chaojiang opened his mouth to stop him, Yao Chushun would naturally not go to him.
What outsiders said, they just looked outside with triangular eyes in confusion.
It was just in the afternoon, when the antique market was least crowded, and most of the people setting up street stalls in the distance were chatting or simply taking a nap. The rarely opened iron gate at the southern corner of the market was opened, and a car
The septic truck drove in and parked next to the toilet next to it.
"Let's talk outside." Xu Zhengyang said with a calm expression.
There was a moment of silence in front of the door, exuding a strange and nervous atmosphere.
After a while, the man carrying the bag nodded gloomily and said, "Okay." Then he squatted down and opened the backpack, revealing a blue and white porcelain bottle with a narrow neck that Yao Chushun had previously recognized as genuine. He looked up and looked at it.
Yao Chushun in the room said: "Boss, it's best to pay in cash."
"No problem." Yao Chushun smiled and walked to the door, bending down to get the porcelain bottle.
The man squatting on the ground lowered his head and took out the porcelain bottle. Probably because he was afraid that the porcelain bottle would fall. The man held the bottle in his left hand and reached into his backpack with his right hand to pick up the bottom of the porcelain bottle. Everything was done very naturally. However, what no one noticed was that
, Chen Chaojiang's slender eyes flashed, the small dagger in his left hand quickly turned upside down, and he held it in his hand, leaning forward slightly.
Suddenly, the man's right hand that was deep in the backpack suddenly pulled out, and a black and shiny pistol appeared in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was raised and pointed directly at the head of Yao Chushun, who was bending down.
Yao Chushun was startled and instinctively leaned back.
Almost at the same time that the man took out his pistol and raised it to aim at Yao Chushun, Chen Chaojiang stretched out his left arm. With a flash of cold light, the short dagger cut upwards and from the side on the wrist of the man's right hand holding the gun.
Amidst the crisp sound of the gunshot, a stream of blood sprayed out.
The bullet entered the upper right corner of the store door, making a soft pop sound.
Chen Chaojiang slashed his knife across, then raised his right foot and kicked the pistol accurately. The pistol was kicked into the door of a nearby shop. The man whose wrist was slashed groaned and stepped back. In a hurry,
I forgot that I was on the steps, so I tumbled down the steps unsteadily.
A series of sudden changes happened at the same time. When the other two men saw that their accomplice had failed, they jumped into his arms without any hesitation. Xu Zhengyang, who was standing beside them, raised his foot and kicked up a chair. The brown wooden chair flew up and hit it.
Chen Chaojiang's thin body followed the chair and crashed into the two of them. While his right shoulder hit one of them hard, the dagger in his left hand pierced the other's chest with a blood-red glow.
One person was hit and staggered back, staggering. He had already taken out the pistol from his arms, but before he could raise the gun to shoot, another chair that Xu Zhengyang picked up immediately hit him in the face. The wooden chair
Amidst the crackling sound, Xu Zhengyang's right foot followed and kicked the opponent's waist fiercely.
The other person who reached into his arms to take out a gun had no chance to pull out the gun, because the back of his hand was stabbed into his arms by Chen Chaojiang with a dagger through his clothes. When he opened his mouth to scream in pain, Chen Chaojiang’s forehead
It suddenly hit him on the bridge of the nose. The man staggered and rolled down the steps due to the force.
The man whose wrists were cut first and was staggering and rolling had already gotten into the van.
The driver shouted: "Get in the car quickly!"
The other two men also hurriedly got into the open door, and the red van rushed towards the newly opened iron gate in the southeast corner. During the speed, the back of the car was closed, and at the same time, the people in the car were moving randomly in the direction of Xu Zhengyang and the others.
Two shots fired, bang bang!
There was a deathly silence in the market.
Chen Chaojiang stood where the van was parked just now, casually holding the bloody delicate dagger in his left hand, watching coldly as the red van drove out of the market at high speed next to the septic truck.
There was no trace of nervousness or panic on his expression, and his slender eyes were still icy-cold without a hint of fireworks. However, on his pale left cheek, a shallow blood groove was drawn by the flying bullet.
Xu Zhengyang stood at the foot of the steps, looking at the hole made by the quilt on the cement floor, in a daze.
Jin Qiming supported Yao Chushun, who was pale and sweaty, and nervously shouted to the people watching from a distance: "Call the police, call the police!"
At the market gate to the north, several policemen were already running towards this side in a hurry. Apparently, the previous gunshots had alerted them and they responded quickly.