"I just received one, damn, it's not easy to do it! Everyone in the village is very semen, and they all cover it up so they don't show it."
At this time, a fat middle-aged man in his thirties next to me spoke to me.
"Young little brother, what's your last name? You look like you're here to pick up leaks too. Where did you shovel them before?"
I smiled and said, "My surname is Lu. I used to be responsible for plowing the three northeastern provinces, and my deputy was plowing south of the Yellow River.
The fat man took a sip of liquor and chirped: "That little brother shoveled a very wide road. He is really a hero. I recognized you as soon as you came in. We are all the same kind of people. Let me introduce myself. I am the master of shoveling Hebei."
In this area, my surname is Yuan, and my nickname is Yuan Sibi."
Four yuan?
I was a little surprised. This is a famous land dealer. I heard from people that he is mainly active in Dacheng, Gaobeidian and Zhengding areas in Hebei Province.
"Boss! Come here!"
He called the boss, threw two thousand yuan over and said, "Lock the door. Don't open the door to the public today. It's just us."
The boss took the money and immediately locked the door and closed the curtains.
"Here, everyone stop your chopsticks and let me say a few words."
"There should be no outsiders present, right?"
Everyone looked at each other and didn't refute.
He continued: "Everyone is doing this, and it is fate that we can gather here today. As the saying goes, if there are more people, there will be greater strength, and we will make money together."
"Although I don't know what that silver coin is yet, it is definitely not a common thing."
"Everyone, this is an opportunity to make a fortune. Did you all miss the job in Wutai Mountain more than ten years ago?"
He was referring to the incident in Wutai County, Shanxi Province in 1988, when thousands of gold coins were unearthed as offerings to the Chunhua Golden Buddha.
Because the traffic was congested at that time, most of them were recycled. Only a few well-informed land dealers bought some from the villagers, and in the end most of them were resold to Hong Kong.
He added: "You must also know that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, there will definitely be people coming in these three days. In my opinion, it is better for the few of us to join forces and start a bank, so that we can make a fortune."
The meaning of being a banker is to collect goods in a group, charge high prices, create a monopoly, and suppress small retail traders with one or two people.
Someone immediately said: "Fourth brother, if the gold coins that come out are like Wutai Mountain's and are worthy of being a banker, forget this. I don't know what it is. It may be just ordinary Northern Song Dynasty silver to spend. I think it's better for everyone to fight guerrillas and everyone depends on their ability."
Bar."
Someone immediately echoed: "Yes, it's too risky to be a banker, you may lose money, forget it."
Seeing that everyone disagreed, Yuan Sibi's face was filled with praise and he sat down and stopped talking.
He sat in the corner and muttered in a low voice: "You don't have any courage at all, and you still want to make a fortune by shoveling the dirt. What a bunch of rubbish."
I heard this, touched him, and whispered: "Brother Yuan, how about I become a banker with you? No one else, just the two of us."
"Oh? Brother Lu is interested?"
He said: "I, the fourth elder, are not joking. If two people are the banker, I am afraid that they will have to pay at least 600,000 to raise the price. Each of us is 300,000. Do you have this ability?"
I shook my head.
He was slightly disappointed and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Brother Yuan, I haven't finished speaking yet. If we want to do it, let's make it bigger. One person invests 800,000 yuan. Do you dare?"
"A person is eighty, that is one hundred and sixty..."
He frowned and muttered something, and said to me seriously: "I, the Fourth Elder, have made it this far because of my vision and courage. I believe that silver coins are not vulgar. As long as you dare, I dare."
I chuckled, raised my hand and clinked a drink with him.
After eating, we each went to withdraw cash.
If you want to get the villagers to come up with something, you can say anything in vain, cash is king.
The Cultural Relics Bureau levies not a cent, but we carry hundreds of thousands in cash and go door-to-door to buy it. Which one is better? It’s clear at a glance.
Some people may ask, are you not afraid to report it?
I say so.
The moment my money falls into the pockets of the villagers, their mouths will also shut together.
If you dare to speak up, then let's go in together.
