surnamed Wang

Upon hearing Hu Hai's name, the old man put aside his contempt and said in a more polite tone:

"It turns out he is Mr. Hu's nephew. No wonder he is so noble. My boss Du and Mr. Hu are also acquaintances..."

Before the old man could finish his words, Young Master Kuo interrupted impatiently:
"Okay, don't talk about those useless things. Is there anything I want?"

The old man was not angry and said patiently:
"Since I am one of my own, I won't hide it. There will be an auction in a few days. You may wish to leave your contact information. If there is someone suitable, I will call you."

"Oh, after all, the master sitting at the counter is more knowledgeable than the little boy who has no eyesight."

Mr. Kuo glanced at the guy of similar age with a sarcastic expression, threw out a business card, and turned to leave.

Seeing that Uncle Wu was being polite to that person, the waiter didn't dare to say anything until the other person left, then he asked carefully:

"Fifth Uncle, who is this Hu Hai?"

"There used to be an underground emperor in the East City Gate who took both black and white. Later he opened a restaurant and washed his hands in the golden basin."

"Then what are we afraid of him doing?"

The old man glanced at the young man and said leisurely:
"The world is not good now, money is not as easy to make as before, and there is no reason to extend the business gained. Although Hu Hai no longer does underworld business, he has accumulated a lot of contacts in the restaurant over the years. Those dignitaries spend lavishly, and they are not short of fame and fortune. , he is afraid that others will say he is vulgar, so he is particularly keen on collecting. If you can seize the opportunity to make friends with Hu Hai this time, will you worry about having no business in the future?"

"Hey, that's true."

The clerk flattered him at the right time, rolled his eyes and said:

"Uncle Fifth, if we can negotiate this business..."

"Don't worry, your benefits are indispensable."

After the old man finished speaking, he picked up the business card in his hand and his eyes became sharp, "However, we must first confirm whether this person is his nephew."

……

Outside the store, Mr. Kuo was walking west. When he saw a stall, he would stop and look at it. From time to time, he would pick up items of interest and look at them carefully.

The stall owner would not let go of the opportunity to make money, describing his own rags in a dazzling way. Even a urine can could be said to have been used by the imperial concubine.

Naturally, Kuo Shao didn't believe what they said, so he ran away when he saw something was wrong. He walked and stopped all the way, from the street to the end of the street, and bought two or three favorite things.

As he turned the corner, a hand reached out from the alley and pulled him in.

In the alley, Mr. Kuo played with the objects in his hands and said with a playful smile:
"Brother Wang, how was your acting performance just now?"

"As expected, things have to be left to professionals. Only a second-generation ancestor like you can perform the essence of a playboy. Any more is too exaggerated, and any less is insufficient in momentum."

The other party gave him a very high evaluation. The light in the alley was dim, but it was enough to see his appearance clearly. He was the guy from the Jubao Pavilion just now.

Young Master Kuo obviously knew him very well and was not dazzled by the praise. Instead, he said with a vigilant expression:

"Brother Wang, we agreed before that we were just going to the store for a walk."

"This was indeed the arrangement before, but I underestimated Hu Hai's influence. It seems that you will most likely be invited to the auction."

"No, they are all desperadoes..."

"Don't worry, you are a guest, there will be no danger, just cooperate with Mr. Liao to collect evidence." Wang Pingquan said, handing out a box, and the other party took it curiously, and there was a urine can inside that he had not noticed before.

"..."

"The stall owner is right. This is indeed something from the palace, but whether it is for the empress's use or not is up for debate."

Liu Heng looked at the pitch black jar, and the smell of old urine rushed into his nose from time to time. His face twitched, and he didn't even believe that this was something used by the royal family.

"Just go back and scrub it. It's a serious official kiln pastel. It costs a few million at least. Knowing that you, Mr. Liu, are not short of this little money, I should consider it as a thank you gift."

After Wang Pingquan finished speaking, he patted his shoulder and passed by:
"That old guy is more cautious than expected. He wants to check your background. I have to make arrangements. By the way, the items you carefully selected are all fakes. You still need to practice your skills."

Wang Pingquan waved his hand and disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

……

A month ago, the Anhu Bureau accidentally let the tomb robber go, but through the interrogation of the thin man, a lot of gains were made.

According to the other party, they were originally just a small gang in Zhongzhou with neither skills nor manpower. They usually wandered all over the mountains and plains. When they saw the robbery holes left by others, they went in to get some unwanted leftovers. Their life was a bit miserable. But it's better to be safe.

Later, an old man came to them and said that he wanted to make a lot of money with him. At first, they didn't believe it. After the other party found a large tomb using the art of digging, and used horrifying techniques to control the dead body and move out the funerary objects, they finally I believe that there are indeed masters in the world.

After doing a few jobs, everyone became more and more courageous. Not only did they go from Zhongzhou to the capital, they also colluded with some antique shops in Beijing to engage in reselling activities.

As his power grew larger and larger, the old Taoist became the leader invisibly. Fighting was an act that damaged one's moral character. He did not dare to do it for a long time, so he accepted a few disciples. He did not get involved easily, and one of the people who died from the backlash of the spell was one of them. one.

Jubao Pavilion, as a channel for selling stolen goods, sells more than a hundred unearthed treasures every year. After learning the news, Wang Pingquan took the initiative to work as an undercover agent. Liao Yuanzheng did not want him to take risks, but the Anhu Bureau did not have a more suitable candidate.

With his knowledge of antiques, the young man quickly entered the store, and was recognized by his fifth uncle. The other party was very willing to let him inherit the mantle, so it was natural for him to come into contact with some secrets that could not be shared with outsiders.

……

Half an hour later, Wang Pingquan returned to the store, placed a bag of steamed buns on the counter, and said to the old man who was closing his eyes to relax:
"Uncle Fifth, when can I follow you to the ground?"

The old man opened his eyes, stroked his beard and said:
"You want to run away before you even learn to crawl? The underground is full of weapons, quicksand, poisonous smoke, kerosene, and other deadly things. How can you be safe in a store?"

"Fifth Uncle, what you say makes sense, but you haven't really experienced it. You always want it in your heart, right? When you were young, you didn't think about fighting upside down?"

"My ancestors have been in the antique business for three generations, but there has never been a digger of ancestral graves. Who of the robbers of imperial tombs in the past dynasties has a good end? Just learn the craft from me honestly and make as much money as them."

Wang Pingquan smiled and stopped talking.

……

Time passed by half a month, and Liu Heng finally received a call from the auction. He did not say the specific location, but only asked him to wait at Dongsan Road in half an hour.

Liu Heng called Liao Yuanzheng, quickly changed into an exaggerated outfit of a nouveau riche, and then hurried to the agreed upon location.After standing on the street corner for about ten minutes, a van parked in front of him. Several big men got out and put on black hoods without any explanation, and stuffed themselves into the van.

After about half an hour of jolting, the hood was pulled off, and in front of them was a dilapidated factory building built deep in the mountains. They didn't know how they found this place.

Liu Heng swallowed, prayed secretly in his heart, took the mask handed by the other party, put it on, and walked into the factory with his head held high.

... (end of this chapter)