I stopped at the door, looked to my left, frowned and said, "Are you sure it's okay?"
He was stunned, then laughed and said: "Haha! No problem! Just don't worry."
Carrying my bag, I followed him and pushed the door open.
The three floors of Zongheng Cultural City were almost full of shops. Each shop was about 20 square meters. I glanced around.
The boss was sitting in the shop drinking tea. On the table were Tang Sancai, Ming Sancai, Han Dynasty soul bottles, Northern Wei stone carvings, older painted figurines of civil servants, ladies, and tomb-suppressing beasts, etc.
Many things still have red soil on them, so I'm afraid some people won't believe me if I say they were dug out last night.
I was secretly shocked when I saw it.
This is too fucking blatant. These are just grave goods for a commodity! I don’t dare to show it off like this. What I just set up a stall to sell were just some hand-me-downs.
Almost every house is like this!
I even saw a large sarcophagus carved with dragons from the Southern and Northern Dynasties period, placed in front of a shop where the owner kept goldfish.
God knows how many good things are hidden in these three floors.
The bald man who led the way smiled and said: "Brother, you want to open a shop here, but I don't have 180 pieces of Tang Sancai, so I'm embarrassed to come in. Yesterday, someone just sold a 3-ton stone tomb beast called a crane.
Come and hang him out."
"Where are all these things sold?" I asked.
He said with a smile: "They are sold both abroad and domestically. As long as you can afford it, we can pay you in the morning, and in the afternoon we will send a special car across provinces to deliver it to your home alone."
"Do you know about the golden jade clothes of the Han Dynasty?"
I said I know.
He pointed upstairs: "There is one piece on the third floor, and the house on the north side of the first floor also has half a piece. I heard from the boss that the museum sent people to negotiate, but the price has not been agreed upon because the person refuses to sell it."
I noticed a word he said.
"Sold abroad..."
This involves xx smuggling, and anyone caught will be shot.
Went up to the third floor and knocked on the door.
"Boss, people are here."
Boss Song was laughing and drinking tea and chatting with a middle-aged man with thin cheeks. After hearing this, he asked us to come in.
"Haha, Shenyan Peak! Why do you have the time to come to my place to set up a stall? Come sit down and have a cup of tea." Boss Song waved to me.
After I sat down, Mr. Song introduced with a smile: "Old Zhan, since you have met me, please introduce me. This young man is the disciple of the Northern Silver Fox, the famous Little King of Shenyan Peak."
"Not Xiao Wang, my surname is Xiang."
"Oh," Boss Song immediately changed his mind: "It's Xiao Xiang from Shenyan Peak."
The thin man smiled and nodded to me, then said a long greeting.
"You called me here...?"
"Well, since it's almost time for dinner, why don't we chat while eating."
Mr. Song clapped his hands and said: "Today we are three people having dinner, ask Miss Huang to prepare it. Just make something simple and send it over when it is ready."
Soon, in just over ten minutes, one after another exquisitely plated dishes were pushed through the door and brought in. There were 5 dishes in total.
Fresh braised Alaskan sea crab and clayey chicken.
Butter peony shrimp and yuzu sashimi platter.
Red snapper brewed with Huadiao wine in a private house for 20 years.
Black gold sliced truffled aged radish with snowflake beef.
Black garlic mushrooms with seafood bisque.
I am a country bumpkin and have never eaten anything so expensive. Looking at the presentation, it looks like it was prepared by a specially hired foreign chef.
