Sitting on the side of the road eating fried cold skin, I thought about it and called the head again. The head was well-connected in the industry and I asked him if he knew a man named Yang Kun.
"Yang Kun... never heard of it, from Xi'an?"
I said yes.
"Yunfeng, I don't know this person, but I know there is a man named Yang Bing in Xi'an. Both of them have the surname Yang. Is there any connection?"
My boss and I were talking on the phone when suddenly a car headlight came over me, making me unable to open my eyes.
After turning off the car lights, I first heard the slamming of the door, and then saw three people getting out of the car and sitting at another table of the food stall.
"Haha, what a coincidence, it's such a cold day, I didn't expect you, brother, to be eating cold skin here too."
"Hang up first. I met an acquaintance."
"It's really a coincidence. I didn't expect you, Brother Yang, to come here to eat." The person who spoke was Yang Kun, whom I met at the cannery during the day.
"Hey, we have been eating here all year round, and this is the best one, Lao Qin, three portions of stir-fried cold skin, the white one, not the yellow one, put more gluten and more chili."
"Brothers, come to this table and let's eat together." After he ordered the meal, he waved to me.
I was not polite and walked over with the bowl in hand.
There were two other men at the same table, one with a shaved head looked to be in his forties, and the other was about fifty, with a bunch of yellow hair dyed on the front of his head.
Yang Kun smiled and asked: "I still have time to ask during the day, brother, you are very young, what is your name?"
I gave a false name and said my name was Xiang Feng, and he really believed me.
What I didn't know at the time was that it was just because of the pseudonym I casually gave that I escaped disaster.
I mentioned before that there is a man named Yang Bing (Bin) in Xi'an, who is indeed Yang Kun's eldest brother. Let me tell you about this Yang Bing. Many people in Xi'an who are around 40 years old should have heard of him.
This person worked as a special effects photographer at Xi'an Studio in his early years, and later went to Shanghai Animation Film Studio through a relationship. Have you ever seen a cartoon called "Tian Shu Qi Tan"?
When filming this cartoon, Yang Kun's eldest brother Yang Bing participated.
Later, in the 1990s, the craze for going overseas started to become popular, that is, doing business to make a lot of money. Many people resigned. Yang Bing also followed the trend and resigned and went to overseas. He started a wholesale business of fashionable clothing. At the beginning, he sold the kind of knee holes, with iron straps.
Zhanzi made money selling jeans, but later he switched to selling women's clothing, but lost money and lost all his money.
In 1996, when the auction house culture emerged, he began to sell cultural relics. Because his clothing business failed and he had no capital, he began to teach himself the knowledge of tomb robbing. Because of his good mind, and because there were many ancient tombs in Xi'an at that time, there were many people selling them in the industry.
I soon tasted the benefits and earned a small million.
Gradually, he became more and more courageous and started a tomb robbing gang of about 30 people. He spent a lot of money to hire a northern spy to search for undiscovered wild tombs in the wilderness of Xi'an.
Some people don't know that the later movie "The Bandit of Chang'an" was about this person.
And that tomb is the Jingling Mausoleum of Empress Zhenshun of Tang Dynasty and the tomb of Concubine Wu Hui.
The file says that he started robbing Jingling Mausoleum in the spring of 2004. This is actually not entirely correct. He started preparing for it in the winter of 2003. There are many things that others don’t know. I will talk about this person in the next section.
subsequent contact.
Let's talk about the other two people who are eating cold skin together. The one with dyed hair is nicknamed Lao Huangmao. This man was a gangster recruited by Yang Kun. He later recommended him to his brother to become a geotechnical worker. Lao Huangmao was cutting Wu Huifei's heavy duty
When the sarcophagus was put into the sarcophagus, his right hand was cut off due to a miss with a chainsaw, and there was no news about it afterwards (possibly he died).
The man with the shaved head is not an ordinary person. His name is Wei Xiaogang. He is from Shanxi and has lived in Xianyang for a long time. He specializes in stealing ancient pagodas and pagodas in Shaanxi. He started doing this in 1993. I guess he stole at least 60 ancient pagodas.
There were many relics and exquisite Buddha statues that came out of his hands. I estimate that the six-armed dead wood statue in the cannery was stolen from the underground palace of a certain pagoda and sold to Yang Kun, who was also a friend at the time.
Kun was enshrined in the cannery again.
I met this person in January 2003.
A year later, in 2004, he was caught while returning to Shanxi to deliver goods to a coal boss, and was sentenced to fifteen years by the Xinjiang County District Court.
After his sentence was commuted, he was released in 2011.
This guy is a bit of a tiger. Just two or three months after he was released, he went to rob the Qingfan Temple in Xingping, Shaanxi Province. It was the same old routine. He rented a house near the Qingfan Temple. During the day, he made and sold sesame cakes. At night, he robbed the Qingfan Temple.
A hole was dug in the house, a horizontal well was dug, and it was dug directly into the underground palace.
It is said that he sold the batch of goods from Qingfan Temple for more than 20 million, because there was a small Ashoka Pagoda, which was smaller than the one I sold. In fact, it was not true. I heard from friends that the total was only sold for more than 4 million.
Wei Xiaogang's father also stole the pagoda. He inherited his father's business from his son. It's already 2021, and he probably won't be able to get out. He will spend his whole life in it.
I guess he has already forgotten.
That night in January 2003.
I and a young man named Xiang Feng ate fried cold skin together at a Xianyang food stall.