The Fiery Era of Siheyuan

Chapter 371, Ghost in the Ghost Market

Li Weiguo frowned, and couldn't help but think of the stack of arrest warrants that Dong Jianjun sent him earlier.

The Zhao Shichao on the arrest warrant, seeing Cai deliberately killed his father and brother, seems to have stolen the tomb of a county king in the Qing Dynasty, but he doesn't know if there is any connection there.

Seeing that Li Weiguo immediately pointed out the issue of the funeral objects, the old Fu felt a little bit in his heart, thinking that he had some taboos on the things in these fields, so he quickly bowed and explained:
"Master Li, these funerary objects are cheap and in good condition, so I boldly collected some of them. If you don't like them, Master Li, I will get rid of them immediately and replace them with others later. You can see it?"

The old man carefully apologized and cursed himself as a fool in his heart, wishing that he would be slapped in the face right away.

You said that you are so old, why are you greedy for these petty cheap things?

There are people in the collecting world who like these things, but there are also people who are taboo about them. The man in front of him is his God of Wealth, and he doesn't want to offend this big customer just because of such a little negligence.

If this is labeled as being unfavorable and leaves a bad impression, then future cooperation will be difficult to predict.

Seeing his own father bowing his body to make amends, the eldest and second child of the Fu family also shrank their hearts. They glanced at this Master Li quietly. To arouse the anger of this master.

Li Weiguo didn't pay attention to the reactions of the father and son. He was silent for a moment and continued to ask: "Master Fu, where did you collect these burial objects?"

The old man didn't dare to take a breath, and replied cautiously: "I told Master Li that I collected it from the ghost market at the root of the old imperial city in Xicheng."

"When I went to the ghost market a few days ago, I found that there were a lot of good things on several stalls and the prices were cheap. The little old man saw that the quality was quite good, so he took some on his own initiative and took it back. Li "Father, me"

The old man still wanted to explain a few words, but Li Weiguo raised his hand and pressed it gently, which made him relax.

"Master Fu, you don't have to worry. I don't have any taboos about these things, and I don't mean to find fault with you. I just want to ask about the origin of these things."

"Last week, a wanted order was issued for a tomb robber in our city. The tomb robber robbed was the tomb of a Manchu prince, and there was also a murder involved in it."

"If this batch of things is related to that case, we may get into trouble, so for safety reasons I still have to ask, when you went to the ghost market, no one knew your identity, right?"

Although it is not clear whether this batch of funeral objects has anything to do with Zhao Shichao, but the appearance of such a large number of funeral objects may also involve some tomb robbers, so to be on the safe side, Li Weiguo asked carefully.

The old man was startled when he heard the words, and quickly waved his hands to deny it: "Hey, don't worry about this, Mr. Li, every time the little old man goes to the ghost market, he only goes there with enough disguise."

"Besides, since our family has taken care of you, Master Li, we basically do business in the circle of the old and the young. We rarely go to the ghost market. Even if we go, it is only occasionally, and no one will recognize it. We came."

Old Fu promised emphatically, and even the eldest and second eldest son of the Fu family nodded solemnly, indicating that he had not exposed any flaws in the ghost market.

After hearing this, Li Weiguo felt relieved. If the Fu family and his son exposed any flaws, their business might have to stop for a while. After all, the whole city is now wanted for Zhao Shichao. If he doesn't want to be involved, he still Gotta be careful.

After confirming that Lao Fu and the others had not left any loopholes for others in the ghost market, Li Weiguo continued to ask him about the funerary objects.

"Master Fu, are those stallholders who came together to sell funerary objects still sell them in the ghost market?"

Old Fu recalled it for a while, and said: "They were still there when I went two days ago. If I haven't visited them today, I don't know."

"Then if they are still in the ghost market, can you recognize them?" Li Weiguo continued to ask.

Old Fu was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he asked this, but he answered his question truthfully.

"Well, it shouldn't be a problem. The things they sell are all funerary objects, and they are set up in several stalls together. The same batch of things came out of the ground, and a knowledgeable person can tell at a glance."

Li Weiguo's eyes lit up, and he had a premonition that there might be something rewarding if he took a trip to the ghost market, so he nodded and said to the old man, "Okay, after trading the supplies in a while, please, Master Fu, take me to the ghost market." , take me to recognize someone."

The old man was startled and asked in confusion: "Master Li, do you want...?"

Li Weiguo smiled and did not explain: "Master Fu, don't worry about this. Just take me there later."

Anyway, it's just a matter of playing three poles with or without dates, just trying your luck. There's no need to explain it to him so clearly.

"Uh yes, Master Li"

Old Fu is not brain-dead, since the big customer doesn't want to say more, then he doesn't need to get to the bottom of it, anyway, it's not about their family business, what do those tomb robbers do.

After turning over this topic, everyone continued to count the items on the list. It took less than half an hour. After confirming that the items were okay, Li Weiguo put the list away.

After inspecting the antique items, it was still the same old transaction process. On the pretext of material transportation needs, I sent Old Fu and his son out for half an hour to keep them far away.

After they left, Li Weiguo also quietly went out and walked around to confirm that the surroundings were safe. Then he returned to the yard, and with a wave of his hand, he put all the treasures in the eight camphor wood boxes into the space normal speed warehouse. Leave eight empty boxes on site.

When the time passed, he walked to the center of the yard again, and with a thought, he released all the materials prepared in the space static warehouse.

The quantity of supplies was the same as last time, one thousand catties of pork, one thousand catties of mutton, two thousand catties each of eggs and duck eggs, one hundred catties per basket, all piled up neatly in the yard.

These things seem to be quite a lot, but if they are placed in a huge group of the old and the young, it is estimated that they will not be able to afford a few waves, and they can barely supply some well-off families.

Lao Fu had mentioned many times before that the goods were not sold enough and he wanted to increase the quantity. However, considering safety, Li Weiguo still refused.

Just build your business slowly, there is no need to become fat in one bite, and as the customer base expands and it becomes difficult to control and manage, there is no need to put in that effort.

After putting away the supplies, it didn't take long for Lao Fu, father and son to check the time with their watches, and then came back.

After returning, Lao Fu and his son did not need to greet each other. They skillfully counted the quantity and quality of the supplies. After confirming that there was no problem, they handed the scene to the eldest and second son of the Fu family. Then Li Weiguo took Lao Fu and went straight to Lao Huang in Xicheng. The ghost market under Chenggen.

There are eight ghost cities in the four cities of the imperial capital. Among them, the one under the old imperial city in Xicheng is the largest, and it is also the place where Fu has been active before.

The reason why people in the old imperial capital call these night markets ghost markets is that there are ghosts in the city, and there are many fake, unknown, and illegal things.

Second, the ghost market opens in the early morning before dawn. As soon as the sky is clear, it naturally disperses like mist blown by the morning breeze. It comes and goes without a trace. It is neither organized nor managed, like wild onions in the wasteland. , no one knows how it grew there or how it grew so big.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, ghost markets had always been a distribution center for all kinds of materials of unknown origin, including those selling arms, some living animals (cattle, horses, camels), and even children.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the ghost cities in the four cities were cleaned up several times by the state, sweeping away most of the illegal things.

However, due to the particularity of the times and the trading needs of the common people, the ghost market still survived.

Even because of the lack of supplies in this era, it once created a strange prosperity in the ghost market and the pigeon market.

The ghost market at the root of the old Huangcheng in Xicheng is not far from the house of the second son of the Fu family, that is, a few minutes' walk. Li Weiguo followed the old Fu, holding a flashlight, turning left and right all the way, and soon arrived at the place.

It was around two o'clock in the morning, when the ghost market was crowded. At a glance, there was such a long stretch at the foot of the Imperial City, a distance of 200 meters, and it was estimated that there were no less than four or five hundred stalls. , there are people everywhere.

With so many stalls, it would be difficult to find a target for a while, so Li Weiguo was not in a hurry, and slowly hung behind Old Fu after a distance of about ten meters, followed him along the way, and waited for him to find the target and then give a signal.

While walking along with Old Fu, Li Weiguo also looked around at the things on the stalls.

After just a few minutes of shopping, not to mention, he really found a lot of good things.

It can be seen that the quality of the things sold on the ghost market stalls now is much better than those two years ago.

It is understandable, after all, the famine has lasted for more than two years and there is no end in sight. Although people in the city will not starve to death, it is not uncommon for families who cannot survive the hard times to use some of their wealth to exchange money for tickets.

After a quick glance, Li Weiguo didn't take these things to heart. Business was important, and it wouldn't be too late to take a stroll later when he was free.

I followed the old man and strolled forward slowly, stopping and looking around. After about ten minutes of wandering, the old man in front seemed to have found the rightful owner.

I saw him walking to a stall and squatting down, pretending to be a buyer who came to the door, and pretending to check the things on the stall.

I went back and forth to get hold of several items, and then looked around at the stalls on the left and right. After confirming that these three stalls were the targets I was looking for, I pretended to inquire about the price, and finally talked with the stall owner for a long time without reaching an agreement. Then he put down his things and stood up.

After standing up, the old Fu didn't stop much, and turned back directly in the direction of Li Weiguo. When they missed each other, he gave Li Weiguo a look, indicating that it was the three stalls just now.

Li Weiguo nodded vaguely, indicating that he understood and let him go first, and he would not need to participate in the rest of the matter.

The old Fu understood, and left with a sullen head. When he was far away, Li Weiguo walked slowly to the three stalls just now.

Walking to the stall in the middle, I squatted down, glanced at the stall owner, and found that it was a man in his early thirties, with a mask on his face, which completely covered his face.

However, the scar on the corner of his eye and those fierce eyes clearly showed his personal characteristics.

At first glance, it's not something to mess with.

Looking at the stall owners on the left and right of him, they are not good at nothing, they have a sloppy demeanor on their bodies, no need to guess, they are old guns on the street, but they don't know which group they belong to.

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