This robbery hole seemed to have been prepared for us in advance, leading directly to the underground palace under the base of the tower. Even the brick walls of the tomb were broken open.
There is no technical content in taking things out. For a few hours, Yang Bin directed the water pump and the others to get everything cleanly.
Once you get up there, things will be placed in the room.
It was still dark, around five or six o'clock in the morning, and Yang Kun was smoking one cigarette after another with trembling hands.
"Have you taken it clean?"
"Don't worry, boss, I've read it several times and there's nothing left."
"Boss..." The water pump suddenly grinned, pointed to the sacks piled on the ground and said, "I think these things should be worth a lot of money. There are about ten Buddha statues. Boss, should you give us a little more money?"
"Nonsense! What do you know!"
"The Buddhas in the hole in the wall are not big, they are just gilded and not pure gold! Also, the stone box is not worth much. No one wants the stone carvings, so they can be sold for thousands of dollars. Only the white crystal pagoda
The little gold coffin is worth a little bit, maybe I will lose money on this trip!"
"But if you follow me, I won't treat you badly. Let's do this. I'll add five thousand yuan to each of you, giving you fifty-five thousand!"
Yang Kun gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it doesn't sell so much, I'll admit it!"
When Tingting heard that five thousand yuan had been added, she immediately gave the pump a look.
She said: "Fifty-five thousand. I haven't been able to earn this much money for several years. Brother Yang is very interested in us. Brother Pump, don't be greedy."
Yang Kun nodded with satisfaction.
"By the way," he looked at me again and said, "You are new here. According to the rules, you don't have any money, but you have contributed. I will share the amount with you when the things are sold in two days."
He compared it to me, meaning he would give me 10,000 yuan.
I smiled on the outside and greeted his mother in my heart.
Ten thousand yuan? That's not enough for me to wash my feet and send the beggars away.
I smiled and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Yang."
He smiled and said, "That's right. You won't suffer a loss by messing with me, Brother Yang. You can eat whatever you want for lunch. Eat and drink well. Brothers will finish the work and fill in the stolen holes."
"Brother Yang, you guys talk first. You'll be back soon. I'll go to the toilet."
"Go quickly," he smiled and waved his hand.
After entering the toilet, I locked the door and waited for a few minutes. When I heard no movement outside the door, I called my cell phone.
"Hello."
I tried to lower my voice as much as possible: "Let me ask you, what do you want to do? Do you know how much goods were sold last night?"
On the phone, Tian Sanjiu said calmly: "Go on."
"The Ashoka Pagoda, the golden coffin, the white crystal stupa... they are all in Yang Kun's hands. I don't know what you want to do. Do you want to kill people and steal goods?"
"hehe...."
Tian Sanjiu smiled on the phone and said: "It seems that Wang Xiansheng's brain has not been passed on to you. Killing people and stealing goods? Do you think I would use such low-level tricks?"
I asked back: "How could you get those underground palace cultural relics from Binta if you didn't kill people and buy goods? I've estimated that the price of those three items alone would be in the seven figures. It's impossible for you to not understand."
"Who told me to ask for something under the tower?"
I held the phone in shock for a few seconds without reacting.
"What did you say?"
“You don’t want the things from Binta Underground Palace??”
I suspect I heard it wrong for a time.
"I don't remember very well. What day is it today?"
"The 16th, the 16th day of the first lunar month, what?"
"Why....."
He sighed: "After twelve o'clock tomorrow night, it will be the eighteenth day of the first lunar month. It is an auspicious day. According to the customs in northern Shaanxi, it is suitable for weddings and funerals, demolition, moving to collect grain, and haircuts.
According to Feng Shui, everything goes well and there are no taboos."
"As for you asking me why, you will know soon..."
There was a blind tone on the phone and Tian Sanjiu hung up.
"The day after tomorrow...the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, an auspicious day? What do you mean, the person named Tian doesn't want the cultural relics in the underground palace?"
I speculated on various possibilities in my mind, but couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.
After leaving the bathroom and returning to the first floor, several people were still chatting and planning how to spend the upcoming 50,000 yuan. Tingting said she was going to have a manicure and toenails done, and she also wanted to buy two more boxes of imported high-end products.
Facial mask.
The water pump said that he wanted to buy a motorcycle, but Ma Aiping said he would not buy it and would save it to buy a house for his son later.
Wei Xiaogang and Huang Mao looked a little strange. They didn't know what they were thinking. They felt that they were not interested in this topic.
Filling the soil is the aftermath work after the tomb robbers succeeded. If you want to avoid being discovered afterwards, backfilling is very important. Yang Kun knew this very well. He did not relax. Instead, he kept urging us to work and backfill the robber holes.
Nothing happened on the night of the 16th. The backfilling work went smoothly. There was a large iron box on Yang Kun's Jinbei car with a lock. This box was used by the song and dance troupe to install speakers. He locked all the cultural relics stolen from the underground palace.
inside, and then moved the box to his room.
On the afternoon of the 17th, one-third of the backfill work had been completed. I passed by the toilet once and heard Yang Kun laughing on the phone in the toilet. It seemed that through his brother's relationship, he was already looking for a buyer to take over.
After dinner, Shui Pump was in a good mood. He invited me to go upstairs and play cards for a while. Shui Pump said that filling the soil would be quick and it would be done in a day or two. After playing for a while, we would continue working.
The ones who played golden flowers included me, Shui Pump, Huang Mao, Wei Xiaogang, and Ma Aiping. I was always absent-minded during the game, and several times I mistook different suits for golden flowers.
Everything is calm now, but in an hour or two it will be the 18th, and I always feel like something bad is going to happen.
Yang Kun planned to finish the work tonight in order to backfill the goods as early as possible. Because he was short on time, he also went to the pit to help, including Tingting, who also asked him to come down and help carry the bucket.
After working for more than an hour, at about 11:30, Wei Xiaogang suddenly covered his stomach and said: "Ouch, oops... Boss, I can't stand it anymore, my stomach hurts so much..."
Yang Kun was sweating profusely while carrying the bucket. He wiped the sweat from his head and frowned when he heard this: "Why do you look so ugly? Have you had a bad stomach?"
"No... I don't know. It just hurts so much. Maybe the chicken legs I ate at night are stale... No, no, no, I can't walk."
"Forget it, stop doing it, go up and have a rest and drink some hot water."
At this time, Huang Mao volunteered and said, "Can you still walk? Brother Wei, let me help you go up. Don't climb the ladder or fall."
Huang Mao put his arm on Wei Xiaogang's arm and waved to me, "You're here to help too. Send Brother Wei up for a check first. If it doesn't work, go to the hospital to see if it's acute appendicitis."
I saw that Wei Xiaogang's face was as white as paper, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. It didn't look like he was pretending.
Huang Mao and I helped Wei Xiaogang go up first, while Tingting, Shui Pump, Yang Kun, and Ma Aiping continued to work underground.
After coming up, Huang Mao said: "Okay, it will be fine when you come up. I will help Brother Wei go back to his room to rest."
Watching the two of them slowly go upstairs, I was about to take a step when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who! Already asleep!"
The person standing outside the door turned on a flashlight, and I saw a reflection on the window.
"it's me."
I carefully opened the door a crack and saw Tian Sanjiu wearing a crisp suit, a baseball cap, and his leather shoes were polished spotlessly.
I quickly stepped out, closed the door and asked, "Why are you here at this time? What do you want to do?"
Outside the door, Tian Sanjiu looked at his watch and said, "It's the eighteenth day of the first lunar month in five minutes. I'm superstitious again and choose a good day."
He took out a cigarette and asked me if I wanted one.
I shook my head and couldn't say anything, I didn't want to smoke.
Tian Sanjiu lit it himself, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his nose.
He looked at the ancient tower in the darkness not far away for several minutes without saying a word.
At twelve o'clock exactly, Tian Sanjiu suddenly smiled and said, "What do you think of my hands?"
He raised his right palm in front of me, his thumb and index finger touching.
"What are you doing with your hands? What's wrong with your hands?"
He smiled lightly, put his two fingers together, and snapped his fingers, the sound was very clear.
"The auspicious time has arrived."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a rumble from the ground. The sound was not very loud, but it was clearly heard. The ground even briefly shook for two or three seconds.
I haven't reacted yet.
Tian Sanjiu threw away the cigarette butt, stamped it out, turned around and left.