"If you sell it to an antique dealer, it might cost tens of thousands of dollars."
"But, if you sell it to a rich person who is a Buddhist, and if this rich person has heard of Monk Yuetian, I have the final say on how much it will cost."
"If I say dozens, it's it, if I say a hundred, it's it, do you understand?"
Brother Yu held the steering wheel while driving and said something.
"Don't forget the one million you promised me."
Tian Sanjiu put down the glass and let the cold wind blow in. He looked at the night and said: "The pagoda is just an accessory. The cast iron Buddha in the Iron Buddha Temple is what I really want. As long as I can get it, you will naturally get the share of money you deserve."
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"Then what clues do you have about Iron Buddha?" I asked.
Tian Sanjiu thought deeply: "It seems that Bai Tingli hid the pagoda back then, but he didn't know where the Iron Buddha was hidden, so he asked me to find it."
"The misunderstanding between Wang Xiaoqin and Bai Tingli was followed by the deaths of the people involved. No one can know the truth anymore, but I will continue to investigate this matter."
He said to Brother Yu and me: "Remember, you two, go to the factory warehouse during the day and find someone to pull a few bags of cement to treat the ground. I will let you know when I have news."
........
Tian Sanjiu unloaded the Tasha to the village where he lived.
After not sleeping all night, Brother Yu and I stared at each other for a while in the car. At about ten o'clock in the morning, we drove back to the Second Cotton Factory.
During the construction in the south factory area, there was a large amount of cement piled at the entrance of the warehouse. We could use a few bags without being noticed.
If we don't do it, the cement floor of the abandoned warehouse is full of holes made by impact drills.
Unless you are in a barren mountain or somewhere else, if you want to avoid being caught after robbing a tomb, you must do the aftermath.
Otherwise, if I go away, I might be arrested in a few days.
Close the warehouse door, mix the cement, and start working.
Brother Yu wiped the ground and said with a smile: "Yunfeng, I asked, judging from the current housing prices in Harbin, one million is enough to buy a place to open a martial arts gym. Then I will buy some training equipment. I can't handle it alone."
Let’s hire some coaches.”
I smiled and said, "Brother Yu, can you open a store? Don't close it."
"nonsense!"
"How can I fail if I keep my skills here?"
"Okay, brother Yu, don't be angry, I'm joking."
"Come on, let's go eat after we finish."
Brother Yu and I were chatting and working when suddenly the warehouse door was pushed open.
We didn't lock it, we just closed it tightly. We didn't expect anyone to come here, and it was too late to run away.
"well?"
"Boy, what are you doing?"
When I saw someone coming, I told myself not to panic.
"Mr.
Mr. Xing was still wearing the starched military coat and holding a black plastic bag in his hand.
He pushed the door open and entered the abandoned warehouse. After looking at it, he shouted loudly: "What the hell is going on! This place was fine last month!"
"Boy! Who asked you to do this?"
I made up an excuse casually. I said that I knew the foreman who worked in the Southern District, and I was working as a casual worker. I wanted to make some money a few years ago.
"Fuck it!"
"Last time I saw you, didn't you know Old Man Bai's granddaughter?"
"Why do you want to make money by hooking up with her? Do you know what this is called? This is called hanging out with a rich woman."
I smiled on my face and didn't reply, and threw the trowel I used to apply cement aside.
Seeing that I got to know the old man who suddenly barged in, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Stop it and sit down for a while."
Looking for something to cushion himself on, Mr. Xing sat cross-legged on the ground and unwrapped the plastic bag.
I saw that there was roast chicken wrapped in butter paper and half a bottle of white wine in the bag.
Invite Brother Yu to sit down.
Mr. Xing took out a sharp knife from the pocket of his military coat, pulled it open, and handed me a chicken drumstick.
"I didn't bring a paper cup. I originally planned to go back at noon and drink some by myself. If it doesn't feel dirty, let's blow on the bottle."
The wine didn't taste good, so Brother Yu and I took a sip or two from the bottle.
Mr. Xing seemed to be happy after drinking, and I didn’t dare to chase him away. I could only listen to him brag. He said how awesome he was when he was young, and the women who chased him could line up for a mile holding hands. He looked at every one of them.
Not on.
After eating and drinking for a while, Mr. Xing said, "Wait a minute, I'll go relieve myself."
Not far away, he was standing next to an old machine.
"We still have to work, when will this old man leave?" Brother Yu asked.
"He should leave soon."
I looked back at Mr. Xing who was going to relieve himself.
The old man stood in front of an old piece of equipment to relieve himself, motionless. It happened that there was an old-fashioned lantern placed on a pile of debris not far away.
I rubbed my eyes hard.
"What's wrong Yunfeng?"
My face turned pale.
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In 1958, the Second National Cotton Factory, Director Wang Xinggui...
