High-end hunters often appear in the form of prey.
The head is not boring.
He is a high-end hunter. He once made a trap with 60,000 roses and captured the old lady's "heart".
At their age, they no longer want to do the things that young men and women do, but more of a pursuit of spiritual support.
I asked the boss, what do you like about her? Money? Temperament? Or status?
"vulgar."
He recalled with a smile: "From the first moment I saw her, I felt like I was seeing my first love. Their eyes were very similar."
(Bou Tou’s first love girlfriend happened when he followed Wang Pingling and robbed the Warring States Tomb in Yongnian Smart Mountain. I wrote this story in the extra chapter of the physical book, so I won’t tell it here.)
It was dark the next day, so Boutou and I sent Pickle Girl and the old lady to the airport.
I looked up at the plane whizzing past and stared for several minutes until the plane turned into a small black dot in the sky.
"Head?"
"Head!
"People are gone!"
"Tsk! What's your name? I'm not deaf."
"Yunfeng, have you ever been abroad?"
"Going abroad? No, I've been out of town." I said.
"I don't have one either, and I don't know what it looks like abroad."
He raised his head and looked up at the blue sky and said: "Yunfeng, if one day we quit or have to go abroad to escape, have you ever thought about where you most want to go?"
"Go and love her," I said immediately.
"What's the reason?" Duotou asked.
"There is a pyramid. I went to dig a pit, stole the pyramid, and used a Luoyang shovel from the north to pry open the coffin. I heard that the mummy inside is very valuable."
"Get out!"
He slapped me on the head and said, "Can you be successful?"
I still remember very clearly that there was a fruit seller outside the airport at that time. Boutou and I bought a bag of bananas and carried them back. At this time, a little foreign girl looked at me and swallowed my saliva and said to her adult, "Mommy, go there."
He took it for granted," and I gave her one.
We didn't leave Luoyang because we still had two things we wanted to do.
The first is to try to find the Ming Dynasty dragon and phoenix sword that Wang Yuanjie wants to find, and the second is to cash in the things he dug from the triple coffin funnel tomb.
I asked around in the industry and found out that there was indeed such a sword. In 1934, after the prince's tomb was stolen by Ma Qida, this sword was collected by Li Daoren of Shifang Temple in Luanchuan. In the 1960s, due to special reasons, Li Daoren
The sword had to be buried.
No one knows exactly where it is buried, not even Wang Yuanjie can find it.
This sword is most likely a Shang Fang sword from the Ming Dynasty.
I have never seen the real thing, but there is a sword of the same model in the museum. The hilt is made of Hotan white jade and gold wire. This sword was given to Li Zicheng by Emperor Chongzhen when he arrived in Shanxi in the 17th year of Chongzhen.
Search for it and find where it is buried. If you can't find it, just ask for a small fortune.
I arranged for Dou Yazai and Brother Yu Xiaoxuan to go to Shifangguan to inquire about the news, while I took a few things with me and went to Luoyang Old Town Antique Market to set up a street stall.
Why set up street stalls?
Actually, it was because I had itchy hands on a whim, and the hotel we stayed in was very close to the old city, just a few hundred meters away.
I don't expect to sell anything, I just play.
I want to look back at the feeling I had when I was selling goods at a stall in Panjiayuan a few years ago. The difference is that I, Xiang Yunfeng, am no longer Wu Xia Amen.
On this Saturday, there were many people in the market, all coming to shop for treasures.
I rented a stall and spread out two tattered newspapers as there was no stall cloth. Then I took my treasures out of my bag and put them on the table.
Squatting on the ground and smoking, looking at all kinds of people.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Knife coins, Xin Mang gold and wrong knife, one knife equals five thousand coins." I flicked the ash from my cigarette and said casually.
"Knife coin? I don't understand, but your knife coin looks like new. You can see it's reflective. How much is it? Ten yuan?"
Let's call this kind of person a stupid person. He sees everything in other people's eyes as being worth 10 or 8 dollars.
"How much will it cost? Can you tell me? I see there is a hole in your coin, which can just fit my key."
I flicked the cigarette butt and said: "One hundred million."
"One hundred million? Hell coins, right?"
"Stop making trouble, I really bought it, what's your actual price?"
"One million, real price."
"ill!"
.......
Half an hour later, a lot of people gathered in front of my stall, most of them watching the excitement, because the items on other stalls cost dozens, a few yuan, or even thousands.
There is nothing in my stall that costs less than 100,000 yuan.
This is the largest antique market in Luoyang, and of course there are experts with good eyesight among them. There was a man who grabbed my piece of Liao Dynasty Garuda divine bird jade and refused to let go, and insisted on exchanging his car with me.
