I stopped at the door, looked to my left, frowned and said, "Are you sure it's okay?"
He was stunned, then laughed and said: "Haha! No problem! Just don't worry."
Carrying my bag, I followed him and pushed the door open.
The three floors of Zonghenghua City were almost full of shops. Each shop was about 20 square meters. I glanced around.
The boss was sitting in the shop drinking tea. On the table were Tang Sancai, Ming Sancai, Han Dynasty soul bottles, Northern Wei stone carvings, older painted official figurines, lady figurines, tomb-suppressing beasts, etc.
Many things still have red soil on them, so I'm afraid some people won't believe me if I say they were dug out last night.
I was secretly shocked when I saw it.
This is too fucking blatant. These are just grave goods for a commodity! I don’t dare to show it off like this. What I just set up a stall to sell were just some hand-me-downs.
Almost every house is like this!
I even saw a large sarcophagus carved with dragons from the Southern and Northern Dynasties period, placed in front of a shop where the owner kept goldfish.
God knows how many good things are hidden in these three floors.
The bald man who led the way smiled and said: "Brother, you want to open a shop here, but I don't have a hundred Tang Sancai pieces, so I'm embarrassed to come in. Yesterday, a family just sold a 3-ton stone sculpture of a tomb beast. Call the crane.
Hanged out."
"Where are all these things sold?" I asked.
He said with a smile: "They are sold both abroad and domestically. As long as you can afford it, we will pay you in the morning and we will send a special car across provinces in the afternoon to deliver it to your home alone."
"Do you know about the golden jade clothes of the Han Dynasty?"
I said I know.
He pointed to the upper floor: "There is one piece on the third floor, and the house on the north side of the first floor also has half a piece. I heard from the boss that the museum sent people to negotiate, but the price was not agreed upon because the person refused to sell it."
I noticed a word he said.
"Sold abroad..."
This involves xx smuggling, and anyone caught will be shot.
Went up to the third floor and knocked on the door.
"Boss, people are here."
Boss Song was drinking tea and chatting with a thin-cheeked young man with a smile. After hearing this, he let us in.
"Haha, Shenyan Peak! Why do you have the time to come to my place to set up a stall? Come sit down and have a cup of tea." Boss Song waved to me.
After I sat down, Mr. Song introduced with a smile: "Old Zhan, since you have met me, please introduce me. This young man is the disciple of the Northern Silver Fox, the famous Little King of Shenyan Peak."
"Not Xiao Wang, my surname is Xiang."
"Oh," Boss Song immediately changed his mind: "It's Xiao Xiang from Shenyan Peak."
The thin man smiled and nodded to me, then said a long greeting.
"You called me here...?"
"Well, since it's almost time for dinner, why don't we chat while eating."
Mr. Song clapped his hands and said: "Today we are three people having dinner, ask Miss Huang to prepare it. Just make something simple and send it over when it is ready."
Soon, in just over ten minutes, one after another exquisitely plated dishes were pushed through the door and brought in. There were 5 dishes in total.
Fresh braised Alaskan sea crab and clayey chicken.
Butter peony shrimp and yuzu sashimi platter.
Red snapper brewed with Huadiao wine in a private house for 20 years.
Black gold sliced truffled aged radish with snowflake beef.
Black garlic mushrooms with seafood bisque.
I am a country bumpkin and have never eaten anything so expensive. Looking at the presentation, it looks like it was prepared by a specially hired foreign chef.
Do the upper class eat like this every day? It’s too luxurious.
"How is the taste?"
"Oh, that's alright."
Mr. Song took a sip from his wine glass and said with a smile: "There were many misunderstandings between us before, but fortunately the misunderstandings have been resolved. As for us men, we all come out to make money. Wang Boutou has a high reputation in the Northern sect.
Little brother, so I said, can you let Wang take the lead? Let’s work together.”
"How to cooperate?" I asked.
There was a cold glint in Boss Song's eyes, and he pointed directly at the thin man and said: "Lao Zhan and his gang have maritime connections. If your northern faction catches any big fish in the future, you can directly contact me and we can work together to sell it abroad.
Become bigger and stronger and earn their knives."
I understand.
This man surnamed Song has such great ambitions... He is not satisfied with Luoyang, he wants to be in the international market like Lu Qinzhai back then.
He wants the entire northern faction to be his back-end supplier! He wants to do export business and earn money.
However, I know that the boss has always had a principle. What we sell is only sold to Chinese people and not to foreigners. This is the idea of many older generations in the north.
The paradox is that there are also some young people in the northern faction who are willing to sell things to foreigners, but they do not recognize this rule.
The representative of this is Tian Sanjiu. He is not afraid of anything. He dares to do anything as long as he makes money. This is how he sells things to the pickled girl and grandma. Therefore, it is difficult for old people and young people to agree on opinions.
"What do you think little brother?"
"Well... I think it's useless for you to tell me. I can't make the decision."
Boss Song pointed at me with one hand and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about those old people. You just need to take the lead and help me contact those brave young people in your northern faction. How about we form a circle ourselves?"
He added: "Robbing tombs by yourself is a low-grade job. Like Li Laoya, no matter how good you are at it, what's the use? In the end, you will end up in jail when you get old? So, no matter whether you are a wild man or a regular army from the north,
If we stick together and hold together, we will be invincible."
"You don't have to make a decision in a hurry. Leave me my phone number and think about it carefully when you go back. If you figure it out, call me."
It was already afternoon when I left Huacheng, so I hurried back to the hotel.
I told Boss Song what happened, and after hearing this, the boss said this.
"Yunfeng, if the Northern Faction and Ye Luzi form a group, our entire Northern Faction will disappear within ten to twenty years."
"It's so serious? Why did you turn your head?"
"Because they are a mixed bag of good and bad, dishonest, disrespectful, and unprofessional. You should stay away from these people."
"Yunfeng, let me ask you, do you feel guilty for robbing tombs now?"
"Guilt?"
I thought about it and shook my head: "No idea, I may only have a sense of excitement and excitement."
He smiled and patted my shoulder: "That's good. Remember, if you do what we do, if you feel guilty one day, you're not far away from going in."
It was very difficult for me to understand the meaning of this sentence at the time. In the following years, as I grew older, I understood it.
.....
Dou Sprout and the others came back in the evening. When they entered the door, they shouted: "Good news! Good news!"
"Head! We went to the Shifang Taoist Temple, but Brother Yu had a way. He found out from others! Thirty-five years ago, there was indeed a Taoist priest named Li who lived there. Later, when he met Posi Jiu, Taoist priest Li moved there.
Arrived on the mountain of Dongdongyangdaogou Village!"
"I heard that he died of illness on the mountain. Is the sword buried where he lived during his lifetime?"
I said that's not right. Since you know it, Wang Yuanjie should also know it. Why did he say he couldn't find it?
Douyazai was stunned, scratched his head and said, "That kid is not a professional tomb robber. It's normal that he can't find it. If he can't find it, that doesn't mean we can't find it!"
He glanced at the calendar on the table and said: "Today is Friday, we will leave on Monday. Tomorrow and the next two days you can go to the place Ya Zai mentioned and have a look. If you can't find it, forget it. There is no need to force it."
"Leaving on Monday? Where to go?"
He reached out and took out a small roll of old sheepskin that was heavily oxidized.
He said: "This place has been attracting me for more than a year. I have dreamed about those mysterious stone towers. They must be related to the Dangxiang people who perished in Xixia, probably in the Muya area of Sichuan."
