Wang Sujuan has a family, and the man who broke her shoes was very forthright in her conversation.
In today’s terms, it’s called social anxiety disorder. I’m sure I know a lot of people with this personality.
Because of the sack incident, I became curious about this person's identity. If he was a member of the regular army, I should have heard of him more or less, but if he was from Yeluzi, that would not necessarily be the case.
We got to know each other even if we smoked a cigarette. I wanted to talk to him, so I kept chatting with him. While we were chatting, the factory director Wang Sujuan came over on high heels.
"Hey, Factory Manager Wang is done with his work. Are you free? Let's talk about business?"
"It's Lao Yang," Wang Sujuan said with a smile: "It's not over yet, there is another customer to receive later."
Although it was just a normal chat, the two of them were flirting with each other, and I could see it all.
I guess if I wasn't here, they would have hugged each other.
This man's name is Yang Kun. It's not that Yang Kun is irrelevant, but he just happens to have the same name. This man is from Xi'an. He drove a Jinbei at the time and claimed to the outside world that he was doing canned food wholesale business in Xianyang.
Let me put it bluntly, he is secretly a tomb robber, Wang Sujuan is one of his women, and Factory Director Wang has no idea what he does.
It was he who provided the Buddha statue of Lord Ku Ku, and Wang Sujuan's office was the hiding place where things were hidden. The clues to the deadly coffee were broken as soon as I got here.
This was the first time I met Yang Kun. I remember the time clearly, it was at the beginning of 2003, January 8th.
He didn't know my true identity at the time, but I knew that he was a tomb robber. He was not from the Northern School, had no master, and was a wild man.
The cannery usually gets off work in the evening, but for some unknown reason that day, it got off work extra early. The factory got off work around 2 o'clock. Qian Xinhan came to me with an angry face and said, "Hey! What are you doing! Why are you talking nonsense?"
I’m your girlfriend! Now everyone in the factory knows!”
I didn't admit that I said it, I just said that I didn't say it and it was their own random guess.
"Then why don't you explain! What if Brother Dabao finds out!"
I muttered, "You are so beautiful. I wanted to satisfy my sense of superiority, so I didn't explain to them. I'm sorry."
"Why...."
After hearing this, Qian Xinhan sighed helplessly: "I know I'm very beautiful, but you must recognize your identity, otherwise we won't even be ordinary friends."
"There's one more thing I forgot to mention. What kind of fried pancakes are you eating? They're too salty to eat."
I thought that's right, it's weird if it's not salty, so I poured half a bag of salt.
....
I didn't go back to Lao Qian's house in the evening. I sat alone at a roadside food stall and ordered a portion of fried cold skin.
Sitting on the stool, I called Mr. Zhao from Xiangxi and asked where he was.
Mr. Zhao said: "I knew I was in a hurry. My apprentice and I got on the train. We originally wanted to take the express train, but ended up taking the slow train. It stopped at every stop. I guess we won't be able to reach Xianyang tomorrow morning. It might be noon."
"Okay, Mr. Zhao, thank you for your hard work. I'll see you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, I called Mr. Wu again and said I wanted to see Xiaomi where you live.
Mr. Wu said: "You don't have to come now. We are staying in a black hotel. You just need to pay attention to your own safety. If it is unsafe for you to come, then the child is with the Golden Miao Guicao Po. Let's see you tomorrow."
Ten seconds later, the person who answered the phone was Xiaomi.
"Brother Feng, I'm fine now. Don't worry about me. Brother Yu and the others are gone too. I'm so worried about your safety. Have you eaten? Granny Guicao said you should eat more salt."
When I thought that Xiaomi might have to go far away for treatment, my nose felt sore. I forced a smile and said, I'm fine. I've eaten. You must listen to Mr. Wu and Jin Miao. Our helpers will be here tomorrow.
"Well..." Xiaomi started sobbing softly as she spoke.
The call was answered by Mr. Wu again.
"What are you doing, kid? It's not about life and death, but you're not dead yet. You're dead."
Beep...beep, I called Brother Yu again.
"Sorry, you dialed..."
The phone is blocked, so I can only guess that for some reason, Luo Kashan asked Brother Yu and Hongyan to hide, and nothing will happen to them.
After all, Luo Kashan is not a simple person. He is a great tomb robber who has returned to the customs level. To be honest, only three people escaped from the Blackwater City incident. Jiu Qingshui whose whereabouts are unknown, Luo Kashan who suffered a broken body, and Wang Xiansheng who escaped unharmed
, so Aunt Luo is not simple, I hope they will contact me as soon as possible.
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 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 looked to be in his forties with a shaved head, 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 gave casually 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 talk 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 Tianshu Qitan?
When filming this cartoon, Yang Kun's eldest brother Yang Bing participated.
Later, in the 1990s, the craze for going overseas began to become popular. It was about making a lot of money by doing business. Many people resigned. Yang Bing also followed the trend and resigned and went to overseas. He was in the 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 boomed, he began to sell things. Because his clothing business failed and he had no capital, he began to teach himself the knowledge of tomb robbing. Because he had a good mind, and 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 Tomb in the spring of 2004. This is actually not entirely correct. He started preparing 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 eat cold skin together. The one with dyed hair is nicknamed Lao Huangmao. This man was recruited by Yang Kun and later recommended 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 withered 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.
It 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 steal 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.
