Mustache's move this time should be said to be more risky. My purpose was to meet the old man. To be honest, I couldn't completely guess his purpose. A few days before the banquet at Banbianlou was about to begin, Mustache put in a lot of effort.
I found a residential house on the top floor near Banbianlou. If I use a telescope to observe from this location, I can probably see some things beyond the gate of Banbianlou.
I waited hard for a few days in this restless state, and every day I felt as if I had a fire boil on my butt, restless. On the morning of the night banquet, Mustache took us away from the place where we stayed, and went ahead.
Come to the half building.
Everything was well communicated, and someone took us to the second-floor hall where the night banquet was held before. Mustache may have requested it, so the people on the other side of the building prepared a private room for us on the first floor. The location of the private room is very good, and we can clearly see
You can see what's going on in the hall, but people outside can't see the people in the private room.
We entered the private room, and someone brought tea and snacks. Soon after, the owner of Banbianlou showed up. I met him once. The old man was probably in his sixties, energetic, and looked very elegant. He was rubbing a piece of cake in his hand.
Wen plays with walnuts. There are very few people playing with walnuts now. It was something that people in the theater troupes often played with in the old society.
Boss Gan sat across from us, rubbing a pair of red walnuts. He was a typical businessman. He had a friendly face, greeted us with his mustache, and nodded to us. Next, they started talking about business. Gan
What the boss means is that today is the official day. Can the two pieces of goods be handed over to Ban Bian Lou?
"Boss Gan, don't worry, I will take out the things before the bidding starts."
Boss Gan and Xiaozhu talked calmly, but anyone with a discerning eye could already see the hidden edge in their conversation. Everyone had concerns. Boss Gan felt that this deal was too big. If he never saw the goods, he would not know what he was doing, and he was afraid that half of it would be lost.
Lou's signature mustache is such a shrewd person that it is impossible to take out the real thing until the critical moment.
In the end, Boss Gan had no choice but to compromise again, because the news had spread, and many people would come here for the bronze medal. We couldn’t offend us at this time. Boss Gan said a few words and was about to leave, but Mustache told him from behind.
These things mainly require Banbianlou to provide some personal information about the bidders.
Because I had predicted before that the old man might really come forward for the bronze medal, but he might not necessarily show up in person, he would send someone. This requires knowing some of the identities and backgrounds of those who are interested in the bronze medal. This is a taboo thing.
Banpianlou never does it, but this time Mustache obviously exerted some secret pressure.
At noon, the waiter in the building brought a hot pot. After we ate it, we started to stay up until four or five o'clock in the afternoon. I couldn't sit still. This drama with an unknown outcome had slowly begun.
People began to enter the hall, and our attention shifted accordingly. This kind of night banquet is always lively, and this time there seemed to be more people. Some people really came for the goods, while others smelled some rumors.
I came to watch the excitement. There was an old-fashioned self-ringing clock in the corner of the hall. The paint was peeled off, but it was very clean. At seven o'clock in the evening, the sound of the self-ringing clock echoed in the hall. It was almost full of people, and there were only a few people.
A seat closer to the front is still vacant.
Our private room can see the situation outside very clearly. I watched very carefully. Every time a group of people came in, my heart would jump. Although I knew that the old man would probably send someone, I still expected
Hoping for a miracle to happen, hoping to see him sitting in a wheelchair.
I lost my mind while thinking about it. At this time, the monk patted me gently beside me and said, "Grandma Liao San is here."
As soon as I moved my eyes, I saw an old lady in her sixties walking in from the other side of the door. This old lady was very solid-looking, with a face full of flesh, and an evil aura all over her body. As soon as she entered the door, people around her
People started to hide intentionally or unintentionally, as if they didn't want to get very close to her.
This is Grandma Liao San, one of the few female leaders on the road. This person is very different from Du Qingyi. Du Qingyi does things ruthlessly, but she has to separate people and tasks, and no matter how ruthless she is, the deepest part of her bones is...
Her subtle femininity never fades away. This is her weakness, especially as she gets older, her heart seems to become kinder. Because of this, Du Guokui has the opportunity to become more and more powerful.
But this Grandma Liao San is different. She has no taboos and can attack anyone, and her attacks are very dark. Few people dare to provoke her.
Before Grandma Liao San could sit firmly on her butt, another person came through the door. This person was about the same age as Boss Gan, but his temperament was completely different from that of Boss Gan, with a gangster air about him. The monk told me again that this person was Du Guokui.
I am not very surprised. Since the Du family can go to Yuntan Peak, it means that they have been involved in this matter. It is normal for Du Guokui to appear.
Almost all the people who came in later were heavyweights, which made this night banquet look different from usual. The atmosphere at the scene was a little strange, no one was whispering to each other, and the famous bosses had their own agendas, and their eyes revealed
There is a light that flashes from time to time.
At half past seven, the waiters at Banbianlou brought dinner as usual. Few people moved their chopsticks. The bowls and chopsticks were quickly removed. The big table was set up in the middle of the hall, and the bidding officially began. Every time Banbianlou organizes
Basically, they are all hard goods, and you can sell them as soon as you find them. However, the dull atmosphere in the venue today may have infected many people, and the bidding was very deserted.
It seems that many people are waiting for the last "hard dish".
The miscellaneous process in the middle was about to end, and the two bronze medals were the heavy items at the bottom of the box today. At this time, a person from the other side of the building quietly sneaked into our private room and discussed with Mustache whether we could take out the items.
.
"Okay." Mustache took out a few photos and handed them to the other party: "Just use this to take pictures."
"This..." The guy looked at the mustache in surprise, and then looked at a few photos: "I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's not appropriate. You know, we always want to see the real people here.
Goods."
"This is the same as the real thing. Nothing will happen. The person who should bid will still bid."
The mustache's attitude was very resolute. The people on the other side of the building hesitated for a long time and did not dare to say too much. They took the photos and went out.
After the previous steps were completed, the final auction item was about to go on stage. People on half of the building were helpless, but at this point, they had no choice. Someone neatly placed several photos of bronze medals on the table. The scene was completely silent, maybe because
I have not encountered this situation in many years. After a short silence, the tall and tall Grandma Liao San was the first to stand up, sit down on the chair next to the table, and carefully looked at each photo.
Immediately afterwards, Du Guokui also stood up, and some people stood up in the crowd and gathered around the table. When I saw this, I felt a little strange. Doing these things, especially when fighting for some hard goods,
The leaders will not show up in person. They have been around for most of their lives and naturally know the benefits of keeping a low profile. But today's situation is a bit unusual. Not only people like Grandma Liao San and Du Guokui are sitting at the table, but also several other big bosses.
They also came over, and it seemed that they wanted to have a fight on the table.
This abnormal phenomenon made me think about it for a moment. Then I looked at my mustache and it suddenly dawned on me. These dragon heads were so high-profile this time, as if they wanted to deliberately tell everyone: I took a picture of the bronze medal.
Here I am.
A table was quickly filled up, and everyone said nothing, but stared closely at the photos on the table. A dry and thin old guy sat on the chair intently, fucking
He complained in Cantonese. He complained that Banbianlou had broken the rules for many years and did not sell genuine products. I don’t know this old man, but he may have some identity. In the end, Boss Gan came out to explain himself.
"His name is Xiao Afu." The monk said to me: "He is the person who was covered by Xu Wanting. When Xu Wanting started cleaning up the family property, Xiao Afu left and went out to work alone. But he couldn't really work alone, and he would have to suffer behind his back.
Xu Wanting’s instruction.”
Boss Gan suppressed the dissatisfaction of Xiao Afu and others, and at the same time glanced at us angrily. No one expected that Mustache would come up with a few photos to deal with the things agreed upon by both parties. But these few photos
The photo has weight, and the content of the photo is the two bronze medals brought back from Bantuo and Yuntan Peak.
The old man really didn’t show up, so I carefully began to identify the group of people who were preparing to bid for the bronze medal. The monk knew some people, while others were very unfamiliar. Without the secret background provided by Boss Gan, it would have been impossible for us to know those people.
Whose subordinate is the person born alive?
Could the mysterious "6" be among these people?
A circle of people quietly looked at the photos on the table for a long time. More than three hours were wasted on the auctions before the photos were put on the table. It was exactly twelve o'clock at this time, and the old-fashioned self-ringing bell clanged. As the
At the sound of chiming the time, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open.
My heart skipped a beat. Outside the door, there was a man as tall and burly as a monk, and a woman in her forties with thin lips. They worked together to gently support an old woman, and walked into the hall unsteadily.