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Chapter 180

I drank too much, but I didn't go crazy, and I didn't hit anyone or cause any damage, so the police station didn't take it seriously. They just took my name and the time and let me go.

This taught me a lesson.

Drinking can cause trouble! Don’t drink when you go out!

When I left, the boy was still yelling at me. Just because I didn't give him a cigarette, he cursed me to come in sooner or later.

I didn't pay attention.

Look at his name. "Jie Yuan" refers to the first place in the local examination in ancient times, especially those who study well. It is estimated that his parents wanted him to study hard, but unexpectedly they went astray.

Ma Fengfeng wanted to seek money and kill her. Even if I killed her that night, it was self-defense. I didn't do it because there were some bottom lines that I always tried to abide by. There was a deadlock between us and there was no way to break it.

Ma Fengfeng must have cursed me with a bad death, so I wish her a "happy" life in the ravine.

After I went back and slept until the afternoon, the first thing I did when I got up was to find the mobile phone card I hadn't used in months, install it and turn it on.

There are a lot of unread text messages, some from unknown numbers, some from Brother Yu, some from Bean Sprouts, and two or three girls. I won’t say who they are.

"The leader is me."

On the other end of the phone, he lowered his head and lowered his voice deliberately.

"Yunfeng, has the situation changed now?"

I said yes, and then told me about meeting the Prince of Changchun Meeting in Shiyuan.

My head is like my parents to me. As the saying goes, "In this world, even if I kill someone, I still dare to tell my parents."

After hearing this, Tuotou was silent for two minutes and then said, "It's enough for the two of us to know about this matter. Dou Sprout and Xiaoxuan are carefree. They can't hold it in their hearts, so don't let them know."

"Well, that's what I thought too."

The head suddenly smiled and said: "Yunfeng, you have become a hot potato now, and you have met many important people I have never met before."

"Don't laugh at me, I'm getting bored."

"Haha, don't panic, Changchun will find you. This is not necessarily a bad thing. If you think about it carefully, sometimes you can survive in the cracks, but you can live longer."

I carefully considered the meaning behind this sentence and felt that it made sense.

"Yunfeng, then... according to the previous itinerary plan, let's meet in Luoyang."

"Okay, see you in Luoyang."

After hanging up the phone, I leaned on my chair and stared at the roof in a daze.

I decided to go to Luoyang before I went to Yongzhou. When I was in Yongzhou, I drove to Luoyang for a few days to borrow a duck, and now I have to return it to someone else.

As the old saying goes, if you borrow something, you must repay it. Borrowing is not difficult.

It's quite interesting that alcoholic ducks understand human nature. It's not that we don't want to stay, but after repeated communication, people in Luoyang won't sell it no matter how much you spend.

That's what people tell the boss.

"Wang Xiansheng, you should know that I lent you the duck not for money, but as a favor. Send it back to me as soon as you use it. I'll be waiting."

So we have to give it back.

The troops were divided into two groups and finally met at Luoyang. After returning the ducks, they were making plans.

I don't want to stay here for a long time, but I still have some things to deal with, so I have to stay for a day or two.

What's going on?

Fat Black Man hasn’t given me the money yet!

Fat Black Man has been putting it off for several days.

I have to ask for money!

We can’t let Tian Tianbai help!

Yifa Antique City closes at 5:30 every evening. I went to find it the next morning. When I went there, I took a hammer and wrapped it in clothes.

When we got to the third floor, the store wasn't open. I saw Fatty Hei's cell phone number on the glass and called him right away.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Daddy wo nen."

"Who? What the hell..." Before he could finish his words, he recognized that it was me and quickly changed his words: "What the hell, look at my memory, haha, it turns out to be you, my brother. Why do you think I'm the one you're talking about?"

What about dad, brother? My mother is not good-looking, brother, can you accept it, haha."

"Don't be so fucking sloppy."

"I'm right in front of your store now. I must get the money today, Fatty. Otherwise, I'll ask Brother Zhang to come and ask for it from you?"

"Look at you...don't do it!"

The fat black man defended loudly: "I'm out of town now, aren't I trying to collect money, brother!"

"You have to give me some time! In order for the old hen to lay eggs, she has to let her lie down for a day. Do you think we are brothers?"

I held up my phone and said with a smile, "You're right, let me hear it for you."

"Snap!"

I just hit the hammer and smashed the glass door of his shop.

Broken glass fell to the floor, making a lot of noise.

"Fuck! Brother, please stop!"

"Don't do this!"

Fatty Hei was anxious on the phone. He said anxiously: "Three days! You finally gave me three days! I will definitely get the money together!"

I smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you three hundred years. You can make it up slowly, and I'll go in and get something to pay for it."

"you!"

I hung up without waiting for him.

I smashed the hammer twice more, and the floor was covered with broken glass. I was about to get in through the display glass.

Hearing the noise, the duty manager of the Antique City quickly rushed over with a rubber stick. He loudly asked me what I was doing! Am I stealing something? He was going to call the police!

I said that I am one of the owners of this store. I lost my key and am in a hurry to get something. If you don’t believe me, call the owner to verify.

The manager of the antique city looked panicked and hurriedly asked someone to call for verification. I ignored him and went straight in.

The fat black man was scared to death of the Fujian people, and he didn't dare to say it wasn't true.

Sure enough, after a while the manager came over and said, "When you're done, you have to clean up quickly so that the broken glass doesn't hit anyone else."

I said, just be rest assured and I will definitely get it done for you.

The things in Fatty Hei’s shop are all good, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in to see him in the first place. Most of them are porcelain and ornaments, which are too big and fragile. I have to go to Luoyang in the next two days, so it’s not too bad.

Easy to take.

On the shelf on the left side of the store, there are three official kiln bowls from the late Qing Dynasty, a Daoguang blue and white lotus with a six-character seal script on the bottom, and a Guangxu red plate with a sea dragon pattern.

In our industry, these are "second-level officials", which are mid-level things that are neither above nor below. At that time, one should be worth about 20,000 yuan. I thought to myself, if I can't find one worth a lot of money, I can only

Use these scraps to pay off the debt.

"Huh?"

After walking around and entering the inner room, my eyes suddenly lit up.

This is the place where Fatty Hei rests. I guess he might still have a heart-to-heart talk with Juan'er here sometimes.

There is a double bed and a metal bedside table against the wall.

The bedside table has three drawers that can be pulled out, and each layer is locked.

I dragged out the small iron cabinet, pointed it at the lock, picked up the hammer, bang bang bang! Smashed it hard!

After hitting dozens of hammers, there was a clang and the lock opened.

Open the top drawer, and there is a small flat wooden box made of horn bone, about ten centimeters long and one or two centimeters thick.

This corner bone box feels warm to the touch, and has a vertical strip of yellowed old paper stuck on it. It is probably glued on with the kind of fish-fat glue used to make furniture.

On the old paper, five words were written in small regular script.

"One knife equals five thousand."


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