Volume VI Kunlun Altar Chapter 1 Return to Beijing
I always felt that things were not that simple. After asking two people to ask, I realized that these people were introduced by others, but they did not say who introduced them. In order to clarify this matter, I observed carefully
After a few days, I found that these people came from several places. More than half of them were from Beijing, and the rest were in Henan, Shaanxi, Jiangsu, Hunan and Guangdong. As for other places, they only accounted for a very small number.
Are these people here to save the situation? Then who arranged it? Is it the back-up man left by the old man? Or is it an old friend of the old man who sees that I am really struggling, so he reaches out to help me?
I thought about it carefully and suddenly found that I have been to most of these places, or there are acquaintances there. Li Dalongtou is in Henan, A Bing is in Guangdong, Chen Xiazi is in Jiangsu, He Tao is in Shaanxi, and Wang Xinyi
As well as people from the Kang family in Beijing, Zhang Asi in Hunan, and without exception, I have been to these places. Among these people are friends I know, old friends of the old man, and people who were once enemies with us.
.Is this a coincidence? Or did someone really reach out to me like I thought?
The fat man advised me that since it was someone else's kindness, I should keep it. Anyway, it would be better to close the shop if it were open as before. It's fine now. No matter what happened, it will be beneficial, and at least it can solve an urgent need.
This is true. I followed his advice and no longer cared about where these people came from, as long as they made money. But soon I found that it was not possible. My shop was not big, and the things in it were
It’s limited, and soon there won’t be many things in the store. But the supply of goods is very problematic. If some fake goods are always sold, even I don’t want to. But if there is no goods, the final result of the whole store will not be popular, but
died.
As a last resort, I had to call A Bing. He was well-informed and well-connected. Although he was not a famous figure, he was still somewhat famous. Asking him to help might be useful.
Abing was very happy and agreed. Within a few days, he got a batch of things. Although they were not of good quality, they were passable. Moreover, these things did not look fresh and were not common in the market.
, there is not much risk, and it is reassuring to do.
A month passed before I knew it. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, Fatty couldn't sit still. He kept nagging in my ears all day, saying that the alliance conference was about to start. Let's get on our way quickly. We're late.
It will make people gossip.
I sneered at this. The alliance conference was just like some martial arts conference. It was obviously something shameful, but it had to be so public and grand, as if it was for fear that others would not know. I couldn't help but think, at this time
If a slap from above were struck, the entire army would probably be wiped out, or at least suffer heavy losses. I really don’t know what those people were thinking.
Although we really didn’t want to go into this muddy water with him, the four of us still showed up in Beijing three days later. Apart from the three of us, the other one was A Bing. This old boy seemed to have suddenly become very interested in this industry.
He wanted to come and experience things. But I knew that was not his purpose. He was a well-rounded man, and he got involved in this big event in the industry. He probably wanted to get to know more people, which would be of great benefit to his future business.
I don't care what they think, anyway, I have made up my mind to become a "dead person" when the time comes. Of course, I am not looking for a wall to hit myself to death, but just like a dead person who does not speak, does not participate or express any opinions.
Although the old man is gone, I don’t think it’s my turn to be the master of the country rat family. Now I know that the old man has some disciples, but I have never been in contact with them. The old man doesn’t want to at all.
I have too much exposure to this industry, so I was never allowed to get involved in his affairs. Those people are all capable, and you should choose from those people if you want to rise to the top, but this is a matter between them.
This is my second time coming to Beijing, and I feel a little different from the last time. Last time it was for business, but it didn’t work out and I suffered some mistakes. But this time I came with a tourist mentality. Over there at the shop, I
I found someone to watch, and now I have enough time to be the hands-off shopkeeper.
Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger in Beijing, although the four of us are somewhat famous, we are still little snakes in the dragon's nest here and don't get much attention from people. We randomly found a hotel to stay in, and there were still a few days left before the conference.
We just treated ourselves as tourists and explored around.
Although there are many scenic spots in Beijing, since you are in this industry, the first choice is Panjiayuan. As one of the four ghost markets in the old days, Panjiayuan is famous not only in China, but also in the world. As long as it is
There is no collector who doesn’t know this place.
We wandered from morning to evening. Although we didn't gain much, we still benefited a lot. There are many shops here, but it is rare to solicit customers and compete for customers. Everyone seems to be very responsible and seems to be following a certain
Order. It is because of this order that this place can be so stable. Although there are many hungry people here, no one dares to cause trouble here easily, so this place can always be so prosperous.
We found a place to have something to eat here. It was already the time when the lights were on, but the place became more lively than during the day. However, we were very tired after walking all day, and we were just about to go back to rest.
Then I encountered something very interesting.
An old man who was over sixty years old slowly moved from the corner of the street, like an old turtle, slowly and calmly. What is surprising is that no matter who is in front of him, as long as he sees him, he will take the initiative.
Make way for him.
He finally found his place, spread a rag on the street, and sat on the ground behind him. In front of him was a sign with the word "Half Knowledge" written on it. Soon, people gathered around the old man's stall.
Some people got on board, old and young, poor and rich, and they all asked questions. The old man always answered with a smile, and he was not in a hurry.
"What does this old man do? He seems to be quite popular!" The fat man said as he crooked my elbow.
"Nagua, your eyesight is so bad, can't you see that this old man is a magician?"
"Fortune teller? No way. Is there such a low-key fortune teller? Look at his brand. Half-knowledge? People's fortune-tellers would like to write that they will know for five hundred years and know for five hundred years. He is better, this half-knowledge.
You know, you can only know half of it? Who would go to him!"