Tomb Raiders View Shan Taibao

Chapter 20
"This, is this the coffin tent?"

The black cripple raised his head in surprise to look at the calm Feng Sijiu, and when he saw Feng Sijiu nodding, he felt even more suspicious.

The unremarkable kid in front of him never expected to get this thing. After all, the one who can build a tent on the coffin must be an extraordinary person even if he is not a prince or general before his death.

What's more, considering the size and exquisite workmanship of this tent, it must have been plucked out of a large tomb. The black cripple was not surprised by the value of this tent.

Instead, he was surprised that someone could bring this thing out of the tomb. Does that mean that all the things in the tomb were also brought out?
A large tomb has been scoured, so the value of it...

"Ahem, my friend is really hiding something, but the old man has lost his composure. Did you only sell this pearl tent? Is there nothing else?"

Feng Sijiu naturally knew what he meant, but he didn't want to sell too many things at once. After all, this black cripple was also working together for the first time, and he didn't know his character.

It would be ridiculous if you encounter black people and eat black people.

"Yes, that's all."

Seeing that Feng Sijiu didn't let go, the black cripple didn't ask too much. After all, he didn't know what was behind this kid.

It is not an ordinary person to be able to get such a complete coffin and tent from the tomb. It seems that the strength of the three families to fight against loose robbers has been exhausted over the years.

If it was a lama who went to pick it up, how could such a treasure be missed.

"That's fine, little friend, keep this thing here, and the old man will find a buyer to sell it for you, and I will charge you 10% of the profit."

Hearing this, Feng Sijiu frowned, but then let go, after all, it's not very dark, and the second thing is that he can only get rid of him, even if he charges you 50%, you have nothing to say.

After figuring it out, Feng Sijiu raised the money bag:

"This is to see..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the black cripple.

"Little friend only knows that I, the black cripple, accepts a [-] meeting gift, but I don't know that as long as the old man picks up the goods, the [-] meeting gift will be waived, so you should take it back."

Hearing what the old man said, he had a good relationship, and Feng Sijiu didn't bother to send money. After all, 10 yuan was not ten yuan, and he wasn't rich enough to just throw it away.

After all, half of it is Nu Qing Chicken's hard-earned money.

"Old Hei, how many days will it take to get rid of it?"

The black cripple glanced at the pearl tent, then thought for a while before saying:
"Three days, within three days, my little friend left a phone number. After I make a move, the old man will contact you."

Feng Sijiu nodded, and then left the phone number, seeing that the matter had been discussed, he said:
"In that case, I'll just sit at home and wait for Hei Lao's call."

"Ah Kuan, please see off my little friend."

"Okay, sir."

In this way, Feng Sijiu went out with the housekeeper named A Kuan, but the difference from before was the change in the heart and attitude of the housekeeper.

After all, it is more profitable to trade only once or to cooperate for a long time. A smart person will make a choice.

After the steward Ah Kuan sent Feng Sijiu out and returned to the hall, he saw that the black cripple was still touching the pearl tent to watch.

However, after he noticed that the housekeeper had returned, he said without raising his head:

"Send it out?"

"Yes sir."

"Ah Kuan, let me ask you something, do you think that kid is underground or on the ground?"

The underground is responsible for opening the coffin in the tomb to get the artifacts, while the ground is only responsible for releasing the artifacts.

"My lord, I'm not sure about that, but I think he's more like underground."

After hearing this answer, the black cripple looked away from the tent, then raised his head to look at the housekeeper and said with a smile:

"Oh? Where did you judge it?"

"My lord, most of the people on the ground are articulate and eloquent. I saw that man calmly and seldom talked after entering the door. Although I don't know his character, I don't think he is a person on the ground. He said he is walking underground. , and it seems to be worse."

"Since the master asked, which one is he more like, so I think he is more like underground."

After hearing this, the black cripple didn't respond to it. Instead, he lowered his head and continued to look at the tent with a smile on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, the steward Ah Kuan tentatively asked:

"Master, why don't I ask someone to check?"

"It's not worth it. Since people choose to find this place, they just want to hide it. It's better not to make things too clear. If you pretend to be confused and I pretend to be confused, then business will be done, right?"

After leaving Hei Zizi's mansion, Feng Sijiu went to the department store with a pile of cash while he had money, and finally spent more than 5000 in tears to buy a new typewriter.

After all, they are so fucking rich, who would use a pen in their hands to slowly copy documents, not to mention the problem of whether their hands are sore or not.

The handwriting speed is also too slow. With this typewriter, it shouldn't take long for Feng Sijiu to finish copying Gui Chudeng.

After all, his mind was full of details, so he was only responsible for mechanical typing. On the way home, Feng Sijiu remembered that he hadn't bought the chicken feed for Nuqing chicken.

In the end, I had to go around to the farmer's market to buy some vegetables and meat, and I had to take care of my own food tonight.

Since then, Feng Sijiu's life has returned to normal. Every morning he wakes up for a jog, washes up and eats breakfast, and then types away in the room.

Until he finished typing the whole article on Jingjue Ancient City, that is, on the fourth day, he thought that the black cripple had forgotten about it.

He just received a call, and the Pearl Tent had already been sold, and he was asked to go home to get the money. Hearing such good news early in the morning, how could Feng Sijiu survive.

Immediately he took the manuscript, because he would pass Wenxuan Publishing House on his way to the Daming River villa area, so he thought about handing in the manuscript as well, so as to avoid the trouble of going back and forth.

When Hu Tao heard that Feng Sijiu had come to hand in the manuscript, he immediately beamed with joy, especially when he saw that Jingjue Gucheng had written an entire article.

I almost didn't slap Feng Sijiu in the face, because the recent book "Ghost Blowing the Lamp: A Tomb Raider's Experience" except for those yellow texts in the dark.

Almost all types of small books on the market were swept away, and a lot of people went to Wenxuan Publishing House to urge manuscripts. Today, it can be regarded as waiting for the right owner.

Hu Tao reached out to take the manuscript, grinning and wanted to pull Feng Sijiu into the office, but where would Feng Sijiu go? He was still thinking about the money from the tent.

How much can I get for this manuscript fee?His current psychology of writing books is only to generate electricity for love, and to really make money he has to sell bright weapons.

After getting rid of Hu Tao's enthusiastic behavior, Feng Sijiu left Wenxuan Publishing House and headed for the Daming River villa area. It was the second time he came here and looked at the villas on both sides.

It was only then that Feng Sijiu felt that it was good to be rich. As soon as he got off the rickshaw at No. 315, he saw that the housekeeper named Ah Kuan had already gone out and waited.

"Sir, my master has been waiting for a long time."

After entering the villa, it was still the same hall, except that, unlike last time, the black cripple was already sitting in the hall drinking tea and waiting for him.

"Here you are, little friend, and you have lived up to your trust. The Pearl Tent was sold for a total of 130 million. The old man charged a commission of 14. Here it is 120 million."

Feng Sijiu looked in the direction pointed by the black cripple, and then saw a box on the tea table on the left, presumably the money was in it.

"Thank you, old Hei."

"I can't say thank you. Business is all about cooperation. After all, I'm not helping you for free, but if you have goods next time, my friend, remember to look for me."

"Next time, I will take my leave."

After Feng Sijiu said that, he went forward to pick up the box, not to mention that the more than 100 million yuan was quite heavy. After coming out of the villa, Feng Sijiu first went straight to the bank.

　Thank you 82 Xinyue for your reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)