Seeing that my arms were covered in blood, Xiaoxuan felt distressed and asked, "What happened just now! Tell me quickly!"
"Nothing." I didn't want to mention it.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Xiaoxuan stopped asking and grabbed my wrist tightly.
Her hands are not big, but they are very warm.
Not long after returning home, Brother Yu and Ah Chun also took a taxi back from the city overnight. Seeing that nothing happened to me, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No matter what, it's fine as long as everything is fine. You scared me just now. I think
Who wants to kill you?"
"Okay, Brother Yu, don't push Yunfeng, he doesn't want to talk," Xiaoxuan said.
Brother Yu immediately shut up and stopped asking about this matter.
My bag was stained with blood, and the bag of silver coins was also stained with blood. It took several times of washing before it was rinsed clean.
After chatting with the boss for a few minutes, I felt very sleepy and went to bed.
I had a nightmare and it felt very real.
For many years in the past, I still think of it from time to time. I asked a psychiatrist, and the doctor said that this kind of dream is called "out-of-body dream". The professional explained that it is the embodiment of something in one's subconscious mind that one is afraid of.
Already.
For example, if you watched a ghost movie at night, you dreamed about the plot of the ghost movie that night, and you participated in it. This is the embodiment of fear, which is very mysterious.
I dreamed that I was lying on the hotel bed that night, and suddenly my body floated up.
I wanted to move but couldn't.
I turned around and looked down, and saw a pair of golden boy and girl paper figures lifting me up.
The two paper figures have lifelike faces, as if they are alive.
Their eyes could only move up and down, not left and right. They carried me very fast and quickly carried me to the graveyard.
When we arrived at the mass grave stall, the place was filled with mist, and a man was squatting on the ground, holding his head and crying.
He turned his head sharply!
His face was as white as paper, he had no nose, and his eyes were bleeding out!
I turned around and wanted to run away, but two paper figures caught me one on the left and one on the right!
At this moment, the two paper figures holding me suddenly let out a scream that sounded like a human voice! Then there was a bang and a fire came from nowhere, burning the paper figures!
In the fire, the paper figures were curled and deformed, and soon turned into black ash.
My chest felt slightly hot and I looked down.
It's the eyebrow bone left to me by Lao Fu.
I woke up from a nightmare, with sticky cold sweat all over my back. At this moment, the sun was rising and it was already dawn.
I didn't dare to go to Homo Village again. After two days of fear, everything was calm and nothing bad happened.
On the contrary, something good happened.
Yuan Sibi came out of the police station.
We found a restaurant and he asked me to go have a drink.
"Brother Yuan, it's only been two days, why did you come out?"
"Brother, that's what you said! Do you want me to live in it for two years?"
"How could that happen? Brother Yuan, are you kidding? Come on, let's drink."
He was the first to come out, because the police station did not find any silver coins where he lived, which means there was no physical evidence, so he was able to come out early. Of course, this was all planned by us secretly.
Putting down the wine glass, he looked around and asked in a low voice: "Brother, I risked my life to buy you two days, how much have you done?"
I smiled and stretched out my hand to sign a two, and then a six.
He slammed the table excitedly, startling the woman opposite who was eating.
I collected more than 80 coins before, which adds up to more than 340 coins.
He whispered: "Brother, I have just contacted the boss. He will fly over to see our goods in person. He will arrive tonight."
I nodded and said it was a good relationship, and we would go pick up the boss together in the evening.
As the saying goes, brothers settle accounts, not to mention Yuan Sibi and I are not brothers, we are partners at best.
The total cost of receiving goods for the two of us is close to one million.
If we can sell it to a Hong Kong boss at a minimum price of 10,000 yuan, we will make a net profit of more than 2 million yuan, divided in half, and each person will share more than 1 million yuan.
Next, I told Yuan Sibi the background and story of the minting of silver coins, and he was speechless.
Rich people like to listen to stories when collecting things, and they are more willing to spend more on antiques with stories.
The more bizarre and legendary the story behind this thing is, the greater their impulse to spend money.
Do not believe?
Let me put it this way, as long as you have evidence to prove the authenticity of the story, even if it is a piece of Wu Zetian's butt-wiping paper, there will be people rushing to spend money to collect it and smell it to see if it smells bad or smells good.
