"Who? What the hell..." Before he could finish his words, he recognized that it was me and quickly changed his words: "What the hell, look at my memory, haha, it turns out it's you, my brother, why do you think I'm the one you're talking about?"
What about dad, brother? My mother is not good-looking, brother, can you accept it, haha."
"Don't be so fucking sloppy."
"I'm right in front of your store now. I must get the money today, Fatty. Otherwise, I'll ask Brother Zhang to come and ask for it from you?"
"Look at you...don't do it!"
The fat black man defended loudly: "I'm out of town now, aren't I trying to collect money, brother!"
"You have to give me some time! In order for the old hen to lay eggs, she has to let her lie down for a day. Do you think we are brothers?"
I held up the phone and said with a smile: "You're right, let me hear it for you."
"Snap!"
I just hit the hammer and smashed the glass door of his shop.
Broken glass fell to the floor, making a lot of noise.
"Fuck! Brother, please stop!"
"Don't do this!"
Fatty Hei was anxious on the phone. He said anxiously: "Three days! You finally gave me three days! I will definitely get the money together!"
I smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you three hundred years. You can make it up slowly, and I'll go in and get something to pay for it."
"you!"
I hung up without waiting for him.
I smashed the hammer twice more, and the floor was covered with broken glass. I was about to get in through the display glass.
Hearing the noise, the duty manager of the Antique City quickly rushed over with a rubber stick. He loudly asked me what I was doing! Am I stealing something? He was going to call the police!
I said that I am one of the owners of this store. I lost my key and am in a hurry to get something. If you don’t believe me, call the owner to verify.
The manager of the antique city looked panicked and hurriedly asked someone to call for verification. I ignored him and went straight in.
The fat black man was scared to death of the Fujian people and he didn't dare to say otherwise.
Sure enough, after a while the manager came over and said, "When you're done, you have to clean up quickly so that the broken glass doesn't hit anyone else."
I said, just be rest assured and I will definitely get it done for you.
The things in Fatty Hei's shop are all good, otherwise I wouldn't have come in to see him. Most of them are porcelain and ornaments, which are too bulky and fragile. I have to go to Luoyang in the next two days, so it's not too bad.
Easy to take.
On the shelf on the left side of the store, there are three official kiln bowls from the late Qing Dynasty, a Daoguang blue and white lotus with a six-character seal script on the bottom, and a Guangxu red plate with a sea dragon pattern.
In our industry, these are "second-level officials", which are mid-level things that are neither above nor below. At that time, one should be worth about 20,000 yuan. I thought to myself, if I can't find one worth a lot of money, I can only
Use these scraps to pay off the debt.
"Huh?"
After walking around and entering the inner room, my eyes suddenly lit up.
This is the place where Fatty Hei rests. I guess he might still have a heart-to-heart talk with Juan'er here sometimes.
There is a double bed and a metal bedside table against the wall.
The bedside table has three drawers that can be pulled out, and each layer is locked.
I dragged the small iron cabinet out, pointed it at the lock, picked up the hammer, bang bang bang! Smashed it hard!
After hitting dozens of hammers, there was a clang and the lock opened.
Open the top drawer, and there is a small flat wooden box made of horn bone, about ten centimeters long and one or two centimeters thick.
This corner bone box feels warm to the touch, and has a vertical strip of yellowed old paper stuck on it. It is probably glued on with the kind of fish-fat glue used to make furniture.
On the old paper, five words were written in small regular script.
