I got the silver dollar, but I still have one thing on my mind.
It's the basement of the guest house where hundreds of cultural relics are hidden.
According to the information I learned, the real name of the owner of the guest house is "Qin Zhibo", and he only opened the guest house in recent years.
Sichuan is the south, and this is the territory of the southern faction. Compared with the leaders of the northern faction, the southern faction also has some powerful leaders.
There are Yeluzi all over the country. With such a large Yeluzi team, it is impossible for the local regular troops not to know about it.
I contacted an intermediary through Tou's personal phone number, and the intermediary contacted a supporter named Yang through another friend.
I drove for an hour and went to Mugecuo Scenic Area.
There is a lake inside Mugerou called "Seven Color Sea". Across from the Seven Color Sea is Tuofeng Mountain. There is a large pavilion at the foot of the mountain. I drove my Xiali here and a jeep was already parked here.
Standing in the pavilion was a middle-aged man, dressed in casual clothes, with his back to me.
"Yang Zhiguo?"
The middle-aged man turned around, with black hair but gray hair on his temples. He smiled and said, "Your Excellency, you must be Shenyanfeng. Nice to meet you."
"I can't take it seriously. I didn't expect you to agree to see me."
He put his hands behind his back and said: "In the eyes of the older generation, the Southern and Northern factions have always had a grudge, but I am a more open-minded person. The Northern faction has a good reputation as a silver fox. I have to give him face."
"When do you want to ask, just say it."
I nodded and asked: "There is a guest house near Mohuo Village. The owner is Qin Zhibo. I would like to know more about this Yeluzi team."
"Qin Zhibo? The guest house in Mohuo Village?"
He thought for a long time before frowning and saying, "Who told you that this person is from Yeluzi?"
I asked doubtfully: "Chen Zhiguo, is this person from your southern sect?"
He shook his head: "You are mistaken. This person is not from our Southern Sect, nor is he Yeluzi. I also know that place. It is a warehouse used by the Western Sichuan Archaeological Team to temporarily transfer cultural relics."
"ah?!"
My brain can't react,
He frowned and said, "Where do you want to go?"
"Young man, let me put it bluntly, are you not afraid of death? Or do you just want to find a home for the rest of your life now?"
I was so stupid. Fortunately, I asked the regular army to ask, otherwise it might have led to a big mistake!
It even caused our entire team to be wiped out!
Cold sweat broke out on my back!
No wonder the cultural relics on the shelf are neatly placed and labeled. They must have all been registered in the computer. If one thing is missing, it is a big deal!
Fortunately, I didn’t take it at the time! Otherwise, I would have been in big trouble!
This incident left me with lingering fears.
.......
The next step is shipping.
In the early years, there were indeed many big collectors in the Mainland, but in comparison, they were not as aggressive as the Hong Kong collectors.
Let me take the Chunhua Double Buddha gold coin as an example. Except for those in museums and those that have been auctioned in recent years, without exception, they are all released from the hands of Hong Kong people.
Why?
Because the collectors in the Mainland were soft-hearted back then! They were all taken away! Now the highest bidder gets it!
Of course, I also unilaterally contacted the people in China who collect such things, and I asked Yongzhou Meiqian Museum.
Meimei looked at the photos I sent her and called me back and said, "Boss Xiang, I can give you a high price if you accept them, but I don't dare accept these items because they are too hot."
Let me make it clear that it is normal for you to have your own considerations.
At about eight o'clock that night, Yuan Sibi told me that someone had arrived, and we drove to meet the boss.
The location is Sanmao Food Stall by the river. Such a big boss came here by Santengzi.
This guy is fat and fat, with a fat head and big ears. I estimate that he is less than forty years old.
At that time, the river road was uneven and full of rocks. Every time he bumped, his body was covered with fat and trembling.
Yuan Sibi took me to greet him.
The fat boss jumped down from the three-bouncer, shook hands with Yuan Sibi with a smile and said, "Old Yuan, I'm so tired. It's been a long time."
I followed Xiaoxuan and imitated a few words they spoke. Then I smiled and pointed at the watch he was wearing and said: "Monkey Sai Lei, Monkey Sai Lei."
"Just so so, Patek Philippe."
I had a smile on my face, not knowing what was going on, and wanted to go up and kick him.
But I don’t dare. This is the God of Wealth. How can I defeat the God of Wealth? I have to enshrine him.
"Come on, come on! Take a seat over here."
"Boss! Is our cave fish ready?"
The food stall owner said: "Right away! Five minutes, this fish will be very difficult to handle!"
In order to entertain distinguished guests from far away, Yuan Sibi went to get a wild Bing Cave fish in the afternoon. This fish is expensive dead, ten times more expensive than wild large yellow croaker. It is only found in the Zhougong River in the Ya'an section of the Qingyi River, so it is also called
Ya fish.
This thing usually lives in the cracks of rocks. It is very strong and can sting people, but it is particularly delicious. Friends who usually have a pen to eat fish can give it a try. There should be artificial breeding now.
After a few glasses of beer, the boss followed the example of the people around him and lifted up his clothes, half of which exposed his belly. He patted his belly and said with a smile: "Old Yuan, it's time to serve the food."
Yuan Sibi smiled mysteriously and took out a wooden box for him to see.
In the wooden box are silver coins that we rolled into tubes with newspapers, fifty coins per roll.
The boss tore open the newspaper, took out one and read it for a long time, unable to hide the smile on his face.
Even though this Hong Kong man is rich, he still finds reasons to bargain, and he talks a lot.
He meant that it was silver, not gold, and silver coins were not as valuable as gold coins.
I am speechless, because it is indeed true.
After eating this meal for an hour and a half, the price of a single coin was finally sold at 15,500. Because there was no similar reference price, I thought it was okay and acceptable. Compared with the purchase price, it was a little more than five times higher.
You know, the price of Xianfeng, which is so high now, was only a hundred yuan at that time.
If I had saved 5,000 Xianfeng coins at a price of several hundred yuan each at that time, I would be worth over 100 million yuan now.
After the boss left, Yuan Sibi put his arm around my neck and said with a smile: "Brother, wait for my word tomorrow. I'll make sure the money has arrived and you're delivering the goods to him. By the way, where are you in the Northeast?"
I said Heilongjiang Mohe.
He laughed and said: "Mohe, no wonder you don't wear long johns, brother, you can withstand the cold."
"My daughter is 22 years old and looks good. Are you interested in working in a state-owned enterprise? I can help you match her up?"
I smiled and said, "Okay, Dad, I will let you have your grandson next year."
Yuan Sibi burst into laughter upon hearing this. It was a casual joke and neither of us could possibly take it seriously.
At night in Kangding, the river was the most crowded place. I suddenly saw a woman with a cane and a hat standing at the mouth of the river. She might have some illness and was very thin.
When he saw someone with a photo in hand, he asked: "Excuse me, have you ever seen this person? This is my dad."
People said they had never seen it, and some people simply ignored it.
When I saw the photo she took, my heart trembled.
Exactly the same as the man I buried!
Seeing that I was distracted, she turned pale and asked me anxiously: "Brother, have you seen this man? He is my dad! He hasn't been home for two days!"
I pretended to be drunk and said, "Who...who is your dad! I'm not your dad, so don't scream."
Seeing that I smelled of alcohol, she looked disappointed, then stopped talking to me, continued walking forward on crutches, and asked other passers-by.
He said hello to Yuan Sibi.
I didn't dare to look back and drove away as if running away.