After staying in the guest house for a few days, we sorted out some ideas and made a decision.
That's a bunch of fucking lunatics! A bunch of cult worshipers living in the 21st century!
And we are all normal people, we just want to make money!
July died. His remaining followers tried their best to get the pair of earrings that Li Xian wore. What are they going to do? I don’t know. It has nothing to do with us, because we got a pair of earrings. A large number of priceless cultural relics.
It's not just one or two small things, it's hundreds of high-level cultural relics.
Once this batch of goods is ready, I, Xiang Yunfeng, will become a multi-millionaire!
Maybe, it’s a time bomb in your arms!
This batch of goods must not be placed here in Kangding. We don’t want other people in the industry to know the news, and we don’t plan to keep a watch on it every day. So in this case, where is it safer to put this batch of goods with a total price of over 10 million? ?
After serious discussion at the meeting, I came up with a good idea.
Another day passed.
Next Wednesday is Brother Tian’s wedding day. It was still bright and bright this morning, with light snowflakes floating on the sky. Brother Yu and I wore gloves and covered them tightly to move oranges to a Jinbei truck.
He put his head aside and warned: "Take the highway, you two must be careful on the road. After the goods are settled, go directly to Zhengding. We will meet there. Remember, it is Wednesday, don't delay the business."
"Don't worry, we will definitely arrive on time."
The boss attaches great importance to Brother Tian's marriage. He said that the relationship is here, and none of us can be missing. We must all be there on time.
I also said that next Wednesday, no matter whether it was the north or the south, many very awesome people would come to congratulate me in person, and I would be able to make friends then.
Xiaoxuan coldly shook hands and said, "The road is slippery, Yunfeng, please drive slower on the road."
"Let's go, everyone, go back." I stuck my head out to say hello, and Brother Yu and I drove away in the gold cup.
After walking for a while, I peeled and threw a piece of trousers into my mouth, turned around and said: "Brother Yu, drive slowly, there is plenty of time, we are not in a hurry, you think everyone is still sleeping at this time, this place is quite beautiful ."
Brother Yu concentrated on driving. He turned to look out the window and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful."
When I got tired on the road, I slept in the car, not daring to go to the hotel, so I took turns driving, and arrived in Beijing two and a half days later.
We arrived at Shilihe first. At that time, Tianjiao Cultural City was still a construction site, and a large archway was being built and was about to open.
I still remember several painters wearing safety belts while working at high altitudes. The construction site was surrounded by stalls selling various antiques, and no one was paying attention. The queues of these stalls continued to the east of Fangzhuang Bridge.
"Boss, how do you sell this tricycle?"
"This car? 180 yuan."
"So expensive? Look at this car, the tires are worn flat and the paint is peeling off. Apart from being bigger, how can it be worth 180?"
"Hey, is it expensive? How much do you want to give me?"
I thought for a while and said, "I'll give you 20 yuan then."
"No, no! 25 is too low!"
"This is the lowest, don't talk to me! It's 70 yuan, if you think it's okay, just ride away!"
I didn't hesitate, I immediately gave the money and pushed the big three wheels away.
When we came to a remote and uninhabited place, Brother Yu and I quickly transferred the goods from the Jinbei truck to a tricycle, covered it with two layers of raincloth, covered it tightly and tied it up in circles with ropes, and then I rode on the truck.
This batch of goods is very heavy, and the three-wheeled tires are not enough inflated. It is so close from Shilihe to Panjiayuan, and there is only a few minutes in the middle. I am tired from pedaling all the way.
Brother Yu drove the gold cup and followed closely. He honked the horn from time to time and made me angry and yelled.
I was sweating all over while riding a tricycle to Panjiayuan. It was around 5:30 in the evening, and the Panjiayuan market had just closed. Many people who had just closed their stalls were walking on the road pushing tricycles like mine.
I joined the large group of tricycles and followed them into the parking shed of the Warwick community opposite the market.
I said hello loudly: "Sister! Let's store the car!"
"coming!"
The eldest lady from the car shed is named Niu. She has a very honest husband who sets up a stall in the flea market to store three-wheelers. Everyone in his husband helps push the carts.
"I've never seen you before, young man, are you new here?"
I smiled and said, "I'm not new here. I used to store in other carports. I heard from my friends that my place is safe and convenient, so I came here to store..."
Sister Niu was holding a small book in her hand, and he immediately said happily: "That's right, Panjiayuan, please ask me, which stall owner doesn't know that my sister Niu's home is safe? Don't look at my carport, which is not big.
It’s a surveillance camera. My husband and I take turns watching it 24 hours a day, and we don’t even blink at night!”
I thought to myself, stop bragging and tell me how much it will cost. I haven’t eaten in a day.
"I see... your car is quite big, so that's 60 yuan a month, okay?"
"no problem".
We signed and paid half the money directly, and then Brother Yu and I parked the car in the innermost corner of the carport, surrounded by tricycles that were exactly the same as ours.
Sister Niu's carport is still in operation. Back then, the market stalls cost 30 to 60 yuan a month, but now it should be about 150 to 200 yuan a month, mainly depending on the size of your car.
I seriously told my friend Li that even now, among the carports in the Warwick community, there are still many inconspicuous tricycles covered with dust in the corners, and no one has touched them for a year and a half.
Just one item may cost you ten years of salary.
"Brother Yu, have you never been to Beijing?"
"Just came once."
"Oh, then I'm going to get some money. Let's go for a swim in the evening. Sanlitun and Houhai are there. There are many beauties there."
"Forget it, you know I'm not that kind of person."
"You know, I'm not that kind of person either."
After withdrawing money at the ATM, I turned around and saw a greasy-faced young man in a cotton coat and hat huddled next to a fire extinguisher. Beside him were two tattered big guns.
Trolley suitcase number.
My eyes were a little moist, and he looked up at me, because he was me four years ago.
At night, a bar in Sanlitun.
"Brother Yu, time is running out. We have to make a decision quickly. What gift should we give to Brother Tian?"
Brother Yu thought for a while, put down his wine glass and said, "They will have children in the future, right? I think it would be good to give them a 100-year-old safety lock."
"Safe lock? That's a good idea. Which one is better, silver or gold?"
"No, no, it doesn't feel good," an idea flashed in my mind.
As the saying goes, gold is valuable but jade is priceless. Jade can be passed down to the family. Besides, I have acquaintances here. If I really can’t, I can ask Master Zou for help. Get me an imperial green jade safety lock. That would be great!
I took out my cell phone and was looking for Zou Xiaotong's cell phone number when a strange call came in. The address showed that it was my hometown number.
"Hey, who's there?"
"Cousin, are you my cousin?"
"Who is your brother, and who the hell are you?"
"It's me, cousin, Xiang Xiaoliang! I'm your cousin!"
"Xiao Liang!? Why did you call me suddenly?"
Xiaoliang is a cousin of mine. We used to wear crotchless pants when we were kids, but we haven’t seen each other for several years. He is four years younger than me, and I have the impression that he is a bit introverted.
On the other end of the phone, he said in a low voice: "The situation is like this, cousin, I heard that you are doing well in Beijing, so I asked my grandma for your mobile phone number. I know it is a bit abrupt, but I am now
I'm in trouble and I can't live anymore. Brother, can you help me?"
The bar was too noisy, so I hurriedly ran to a quiet place and asked, "What's going on? Are you in Beijing? Where are you?"
"Hey, I live in an urban village near the coking plant. To be honest, cousin, I really don't want to live during this period. There is something I dare not tell my family. I have a child.
, born to my girlfriend.”
"What!"
"You already have children?! How old are you this year! You're not married yet!"
"Yes! So I know I was wrong!"
Xiao Liang suddenly cried and said: "Cousin, I was working as a scaffolder at a construction site half a year ago. I accidentally fell and broke my leg. I didn't sign a labor contract. In the end, the construction site lost 700 yuan. Now I'm spending my money."
It’s over and I don’t have any savings, I can’t even... I can’t even afford milk powder for my children.”
I frowned and said, "Okay, okay, don't fucking cry. I happen to be in Beijing too. Where are you at Daludian? I'll drive over to see you now."
"I live in the bungalow area behind the logistics park."
After hanging up the phone, I grabbed Brother Yu and drove to Dalu Store in a hurry.
When I entered his house, I saw that he was still the same as he had been for several years. He had not changed, but he had grown a lot taller.
A chubby baby fell asleep in a toy car, and a young, thin girl with red hair was sitting beside the bed, her head bowed and silent.
"Okay, stop getting up. How the hell are you acting like this? Can your legs walk?"
"Well, it's almost time to leave. Xiaoying, this is my cousin from my hometown in Mohe. Please call me Brother Xiang."
The girl looked up at me, spoke like a mosquito, and called Brother Xiang in a low voice.
"Come out with me."
After I came out, I slapped him with a dark face!
He didn't hide or fight back, he just stayed silent.
"Why...."
I sighed and asked, "Looking at you, are you not planning to go back during the Chinese New Year?"
"Cousin, if I don't go back, my dad will definitely beat me to death if he knows that I have done this! I will only dare to go back if I become famous!"
"Get up! What are you doing!"
He suddenly knelt down to me.
"Cousin, everyone in our village knows that you are a boss outside! The money you send home is tens of thousands! I am young and can endure hardship! You give me food to eat, and let me work with you in the future.
!”
I helped him up and sighed: "We are all brothers. It's not that I won't take you. The question is, do you know what I do?"
He shook his head.
I said seriously: "If I take you with me, maybe one day your whole family will scold me to death!"
He looked stunned, obviously not understanding what I meant.
"Can you smoke?"
He quickly took the cigarette, took out his lighter and lit it.
I thought about it seriously and asked, "Ryoko, where is that girl from? Does her family know?"
He flicked the ashes from his cigarette, shook his head and said, "She is from Deyang, and her family doesn't know."
"Fuck, what are you talking about? You are not of legal age, and you certainly don't even have a marriage certificate or a birth certificate. Then how do you register your child's household registration? The child will not go to school in the future?"
"With just your diploma, you can't support others even after working for more than ten years! Now you can't even afford fucking milk powder! From now on, people will follow you to drink the northwest wind!"
"How about this? I'll lend you ten thousand yuan and you can find a way to start a small business to make money. That's better than working part-time."
"Brother, what do you want me to do? I'm not like you, I can't do any business!"
I said: "If you want to make a quick fortune these days, you should stop doing serious business. If you want to take shortcuts, you can only do sideways!"
"Taking advantage of others? What kind of business is that?"
What about your wife? I think she doesn't like to say much. She has to be eloquent in this business, and she has to help you.
"No, brother! She's usually very talkative! Maybe it's because she's in a bad mood today, and she's a little scared of strangers."
"That's fine. You can rest. Clean up the house tomorrow and dress up well. Don't make yourself look like a beggar. I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow."
After leaving, Brother Yu asked me curiously: "Yunfeng, what are you planning to do again?"
I smiled and said: "Brother Yu, this relative of mine is in trouble, do you think I can help? I definitely can't let him follow me to rob tombs. We are somewhat related by blood. I will pave the way for him. As for whether he can take advantage of others."
This bowl of rice...it depends on whether he is happy or not."
The next day, at 11 a.m., Chengtian Antiques Cheng.
"Cousin, what are we doing here? All antiques are sold here."
"Yes, I just want you to do antique business."
"Ah? But I don't understand anything!"
"You don't need to understand this stuff at all. There are thousands of antique sellers in Panjiayuan Market. How many of them really understand it?"
"Little brother and sister, you and Liangzi look carefully and be sure to remember what the batch of goods I have given you looks like. Every time you sell something, remember to come over and get an identical restock."
Brother Yu, who was listening in the audience, asked curiously: "Yunfeng, if you do this, the person who bought something will come to look at it in a few days and see the same thing in your stall. How do you explain it? They want to return it?"
"That's nonsense," I said with a smile, "Brother Yu, there is no such thing as returning goods when doing business in Panjiayuan. Even if the police come, it won't be possible."
I continued: "As for the explanation, there is no need for it. Panjiayuan has so much traffic every day, we just want to kill animals! As long as we are proficient, making hundreds of thousands a year is just like playing!"
"follow me."
Pushing the door open and walking in, the owner of the antique city immediately greeted him with a smile and said: "Just take a look at them, they are all really smart."
I directly said: "Get the goods."
"Oh? I've never seen you before. What's the house number?"
I said: "Xinhu, No. 16, Row 3, Section 4, Greenhouse, long stall."
"Hey! So you're a new customer! Welcome! Look, the goods here are all hot-selling items."
I carefully scanned the dazzling array of shelves in the room, and I had already made a plan for the young couple.
The boss said that the best-selling items were those large gilt-bronze Buddha statues. In my eyes, they were all low-quality imitations and junk.
The goods I distribute are considered as miscellaneous stalls. The varieties should be large and complete, and the profits must be large. They should be divided into two batches: mainstream and non-mainstream.
The mainstream ones are old agate beads pressed from glass jade powder, old colored glaze, old dragonfly eyes, and now there are small pieces of Hetian jade, fragrant fake agarwood beads, old Dzi beads, Tiantie Jiugong brand, and nickel-lead synthetic Yuan beads.
Big head, silver lock, etc.
For example, the old red agate beads weighed by the pound cost 70 yuan per pound, which is about more than 100 yuan. I asked Xiao Liangzi to talk about the old Warring States beads, which can be used as beads for bracelets, and the price is 300 yuan each.
Now is the non-mainstream selection. This one must choose those things that look weird and eye-catching, such as small coffins carved from wood, heavy in weight, stamped with inscriptions, gold ingots and small yellow croakers that look like gold.
, these things are only used by old men in the community.
I bought a lot of them, costing about 4,000 yuan, and I spent another 7,000 yuan to buy an authentic Kangxi blue and white bottle with a wide opening from the boss.
Anyone who specializes in porcelain can tell that this bottle is a genuine Kangxi product.
I told Liangzi not to sell this bottle easily, because there are many half-hearted people in the antique market. This person may only know porcelain but not jade. If he knows that this piece of porcelain is authentic, he will subconsciously think that there must be genuine items in your other items. At this time,
, your money will come.
Finally, I specially bought a copper bell.
I told my younger siblings: "This bell is not for sale. When you set up your stall every day, you must remember to ring the bell and shout out. Once the bell rings, you will get ten thousand taels of gold."
"Do you know why?"
He shook his head twice.
I laughed and said, "Everyone is lucky to have money. If you shout like this, you are taking away the wealth from the stalls around you."
"Try it."
Ryoko picked up the bell and shook it and shouted.
I said your voice is too low and lacks momentum.
As a result, at this time, his wife grabbed the bell, ran to the door of the store, and shook it with a bang! She shouted at the people passing by: "When the bell rings! Ten thousand taels of gold! When the bell rings! Ten thousand taels of gold!"
I shook my head and smiled bitterly. I patted Ryoko hard on the shoulder and said, "Cousin, I don't think your family will be short of money for milk powder in the future."
