Liu Yushan and Mr. Zhao left in the afternoon. Mr. Zhao had broken his hand and seemed to be suffering from corpse spirit. He felt so sorry that he had to give someone 100,000 yuan to express his gratitude.
Liu Yushan smiled and shook his head and said no, they are not here to help for money.
Looking at the people leaving, I sighed in my heart: "This is the gangster. This is connections. People risk their lives to help without taking any money. It's all about face. When will I, Xiang Yunfeng, have such a big face?"
The second brother's condition was not optimistic. I asked him to send him to the hospital, but he shook his head and said that sending him to the hospital was not possible. This was not a disease and the hospital could not cure him. He said he would ask a friend to go to the Miao Village in Guangxi to ask.
The second brother's current condition is as if he is stupid. He is very afraid of light. The curtains must be drawn tightly. He also cannot eat or drink. Anyway, he will eat when someone feeds him and will not eat when no one feeds him. What is even more frightening is that the second brother is afraid of light.
Brother's pupils, for some unknown reason, are slowly turning light yellow.
Even if a person is rescued, how long he can survive is a big question.
After Yao Yumen left, our team returned to the hotel. The hotel proprietor's surname was Qin, a slightly fat middle-aged woman. When she saw the head, she was surprised and said: "Good guy, where are you guys?
They are all in disgrace. I wonder why you haven't been able to move in after paying the room fee for a year? What happened to this big brother?" The landlady pointed at Sun Lao Er.
He coughed his head and said, "It's okay, boss lady, we went on a trip, aren't we back? We're okay now. I'll call you if something happens."
The next day, the boss gave me a task. He asked me to go to the local antique market to find a boss named Zhao. The boss told Mr. Zhao to contact his boss. Once the contact was made, we would meet and let him know if there was any goods available.
I was fully involved in this matter, and I naturally knew what Baotou meant. We only sold half of the previous batch of bronzes, and I also received hundreds of thousands. It seems that Baotou wanted to cash in the remaining half as soon as possible.
As mentioned before, this type of bronzes are mainly sold to Hong Kong. Some of the unearthed cultural relics can be cleaned after being auctioned and circulated in Hong Kong. There are also some large items that cannot be cleaned and often end up in the private warehouses of wealthy people in Hong Kong.
Selling to such people is the safest, because they will not sell if they are not short of money. In this way, we are naturally the safest. No matter how capable the police are, they will not be able to find those people's private warehouses. I guess the head
The boss Zhao I was asked to find should have something to do with those people running from Hong Kong.
This is a big deal, not only the batch of bronzes, but also the three bronzes that Sister Hong and I brought out. The three bronzes depicting the mysterious totems of the ancient Yue Kingdom are very, very high-grade. I estimate that even if we want one million
There are also people who can afford it. You must know that the price of one million in the millennium will be higher than the current price of 10 million.
There is a small antique market in Shunde in Fengnan District. There was no one in the market when I went there. According to the tips given by the boss, I entered an antique shop called Sanlao Pavilion. The owner of the antique shop was named Zhao and he was a fat man.
, there is a nickname in the industry called Zhao Sanpang.
"Little brother, take a look around, my store is full of treasures and old stuff.?"
Seeing that there was no one around, I lowered my voice and said, "Boss Zhao, Wang Xiansheng asked me to come. He asked you to contact your boss and say that he has the goods."
As soon as the fat man heard that it was Wang Xiansheng, his expression immediately tightened. He closed the store door directly and ordered the waiters to close all the curtains.
When I entered the inner room, the fat boss gave me a cup of tea and asked in a low voice: "Brother, how much are the goods shipped this time, how are the dishes, and how big of a bowl can it hold?"
This was a slang term for selling stolen goods, so I said seriously: "We have donkey meat and dragon meat, but we can't put it in a bowl, so we have to use a vat."
"Dragon meat!" The fat boss slapped the table and said excitedly: "Really? How many pieces?"
I thought about it and pointed three fingers at him.
"Good boy..." The fat boss said with sweat on his forehead: "If this matter doesn't get sorted out, my wife will have to take care of it for me."
