"Hey, who are you? How can you break in? Stop." Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door. The middle-aged man who was responsible for receiving guests at the door ran in and yelled at the five intruders.
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The leader of these five intruders is an old man about the same age as Jin Haitao. The old man is wearing a black Tang suit and a pair of old cloth shoes. The four people behind him are all middle-aged.
They were all about forty years old, all of medium build, lean but exuding strength. These four middle-aged men were carrying a long object covered with red cloth.
"I'm an old friend of Jin Haitao. Today is his birthday. I'm here to give him a small gift. Why are you yelling? Let Jin Haitao come out and see me." The old man in the lead said in a loud voice, and suddenly,
The noisy courtyard became quiet. Everyone was attracted here, staring blankly and not daring to talk nonsense.
Jin Haitao also noticed the movement here and came over quickly.
As soon as he saw the coming person, Jin Haitao's expression suddenly changed drastically.
"It's you?"
"It's me, you didn't expect it."
"You're actually not dead yet, haha."
"You are not dead yet. How dare I die before you? Lord Jin, we haven't seen you for many years. Today I brought you a small gift. It's not respectful."
"I don't need your gift, you can take it back."
"You're here, at least you have to take a look first. Put down the gift and show it to Lord Jin." The old man sneered, and after finishing his words, the four lean middle-aged men behind him shouted,
Put the gift down on your shoulders.
"boom!"
A dull sound, slightly harsh.
In fact, everyone vaguely guessed what was under the red cloth, but they just couldn't believe it.
The red cloth was uncovered, and a red coffin with the word "longevity" written on it appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The red color was very eye-catching, just like blood.
"ah"
As soon as they saw the coffin, many people screamed out in fright. Fortunately it was broad daylight, but if it was at night, it would scare people out of heart disease.
There was great chaos in the venue.
Jin Haitao's face was terrifyingly gloomy. On his birthday, someone actually brought a coffin. This was not a sign of promotion and wealth.
Jin Haitao's sons, especially the young grandchildren, were even more furious and stepped forward, wanting to fight.
They didn't take the other party seriously either. The other party was an old man and four skinny middle-aged men. The Jin family, with their large numbers, could easily crush them.
However, after taking action, they realized that they were wrong. These four skinny middle-aged people actually knew kung fu and were as strong as cattle. The young people of the Jin family were no match at all. They were thrown to the ground when they met each other.
When he got to the ground, he screamed in pain.
"Stop, Cao Yonglou, you are disrespecting your status by fighting with a group of juniors." Jin Haitao stopped him loudly.
The old man smiled coldly, waved his hand gently, and the four men stood behind him again.
This old man's name is Cao Yonglou. Looking at the skills of the four people under him, we also know that he has a lot of background.
Seeing that Cao Yonglou told his men to stop, Jin Haitao's tone softened a little. Others didn't know the background of Cao Yonglou, but Jin Haitao knew it very well.
Jin Haitao and Cao Yonglou knew each other decades ago, and the two still had a cooperative relationship. To put it bluntly, Cao Yonglou was a tomb robber. Of course, he was better than ordinary tomb robbers. He established a tomb robber sect.
, although this sect is small, it is indeed a sect. Cao Yonglou trains his disciples to rob tombs. As the ancestor, he can basically retire and enjoy the results. The mobile phone will remember to provide you with exciting novels in one second
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Jin Haitao is not a tomb robber, but an antique seller. He has business dealings with Cao Yonglou. After Cao Yonglou's disciples robbed tombs, they would usually give the stolen goods to Jin Haitao. Jin Haitao was a good collaborator.
There is mutual benefit and win-win situation between the two parties. Decades ago, they made a fortune by robbing tombs and selling antiques.
But later, Jin Haitao was arrested. In order to reduce the crime and the official plan, Cao Yonglou's disciples were caught, but the big fish of Cao Yonglou was missed.
Cao Yonglou had meritorious service and a good attitude in pleading guilty, so the crime was reduced and he was sentenced to twelve years. Otherwise, he would never be able to get out of prison in this life.
After Jin Haitao was released from prison, he kept a low profile, just because he was afraid that Cao Yonglou would come to his door, so he lived in fear. Later, he found out from somewhere that Cao Yonglou had died a long time ago, and Jin Haitao breathed a sigh of relief.
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In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years since he was released from prison, and Cao Yonglou has never appeared. Jin Haitao is really relieved. This time, on his seventy-third birthday, he no longer keeps a low profile. He wants to use his happiness to wash away his bad luck.
Successfully crossed the threshold of seventy-three years old.
Unexpectedly, seventy-three years old is really a hurdle in life, at least for the current Jin Haitao. This is indeed the case. Since Cao Yonglou is here, he will not give up easily. For Cao Yonglou, Jin Haitao himself
I think I understand very well that this is a sinister, sinister and ruthless person who can do anything.
"Every grievance has its owner, and every debt has its owner, Jin Haitao, don't worry, I will only cause trouble for you. If I cause trouble for your family, do you think your family can still live in peace until now? In our industry, we believe that misfortunes should not be brought to harm.
Family members will never betray friends, but you have forgotten this sentence. Now it’s time to settle the accounts. Jin Haitao, tell me, how can we settle the accounts between us?" Cao Yonglou
sneered.
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