He did not shy away and made a phone call in front of me. What he said on the phone was Hong Kong Pu, "The boss is tying the monkey..."
While we were on the phone, the fat boss frowned, and he said a bunch of words again, which I couldn't understand, but I understood the last sentence of the fat boss, "Old Mother Diurei."
"What's going on? What happened?" I asked.
The fat boss looked at me with a sad face and explained. I didn’t even react at first, how could this happen...
It turns out that the person the fat boss contacted on the phone is also a Hong Kong boy, but this person can directly communicate with the financial owner, but they just said that three pieces of dragon meat are available, but we must bring them there in person and wait at their designated location.
Local sight trading.
This is a problem. The things should still be in Shunde. How can we transport a large number of things safely?
When leaving, the fat boss whispered: "Little brother, everyone wants to earn this money, but the problem is that this money is very hot. You go back and discuss it with Wang Xiansheng. There are many of you, and the risk of transporting it there is too great. It is really not possible for you to do it cheaply."
Leave everything here to me, I will bear all the losses and profits alone."
"Oh? It's cheap to keep it here for you? How cheap are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well..." He rubbed his hands back and forth and said, "Let's count twenty together, plus the three pieces of dragon meat, I will bear the risk alone."
I almost cursed, two hundred thousand in total? Also including those three bronzes with ancient Yue patterns? Each one is far more than two hundred thousand. Fatty, you are too dark-hearted.
But I said with a cold face, I will go back and ask.
"Okay, okay, you ask," the fat boss patted me heavily on the shoulder and said with a smile, "If we can finally negotiate, don't worry, little brother, I won't treat you badly, you know that, right?"
I didn't answer his words, turned around and left the antique shop.
The fat man understands very clearly that this batch of goods is not easy to sell. He wants to take it over at a very low price. If I can negotiate this deal, he will give me a sum of money personally. Of course, this kind of transaction requires a lot of money.
Keep it secret, only he knows and I know.
However, he thinks too highly of me.
When I returned to the hotel, I was on the phone. When I finished the call, I asked: "How was the conversation with Yunfeng? Have you contacted Boss Zhao?"
I said truthfully: "Something went wrong. The guy from Hong Kong that Boss Zhao contacted didn't dare to pick up the goods. He said that if we want to ship the goods, we have to deliver the goods in person. I guess I'm afraid of trouble. Also, Boss Zhao wants to pay 200,000 for 200,000 yuan."
The price is private enough to eat all our goods.”
"200,000?" He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "This is not the first time we have dealt with Fatty Zhao. Does he treat us like fools? 200,000 for sending us away to beg for food?"
I nodded and said, "That's right, the price is too outrageous. How about we keep it for ourselves?"
"Keep it?" He poured a cup of tea on his head and shook his head, "You can't keep it. We are tomb robbers, not collectors."
“The most economical thing is when you get the money.”
