Chapter 12

I went back to the room, took out 200 yuan and handed it to her.

"Let me rent for three months first."

I tried to look for a house again yesterday.

But since Hu San said "Damn you little bastard", I changed my mind.

Seeing this, the woman hurriedly stopped at me: "No, no, no...that's not what I mean, the rent is not urgent."

I asked, "Then you are?"

The woman's appearance is as exquisite as that of a woman in Shanghai, but her speech is more blunt, saying: "What happened yesterday, thank you Lennon! Allah wants to remind you that Hu San will not let Lennon go, so be careful."

She herself is like a Bodhisattva crossing the river, and she came to remind me.

I gave her the money and replied, "It's okay."

The woman took the money, didn't order it, and stuffed it directly into the back pocket of her jeans, and said, "Okay! Wait for Allah... wait for me to make money, and buy me a drink!"

She is trying to speak Mandarin to me.

I didn't speak any more.

The woman hasn't left yet.

I asked, "Is there anything else?"

The woman said, "My name is Xu Qing, what's your name?"

I replied, "Su Chen."

The woman said: "Su Chen, what a good name... Brother, when will you go home?"

I saw fear in her eyes.

Although her character looks carefree.

But women are not men's opponents after all.

What Hu San said before leaving yesterday made her a little afraid to stay at home alone.

I said, "Leave me a phone number."

Xu Qing was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurried back to his room to get a pen and paper.

I wrote her the phone number, and then I went out with my clothes on.

Fatty Xiao told me that last night he sent Xiao Bo to his relatives in the countryside overnight.

His relative in the country happened to be a barefoot doctor.

Early this morning, Wang Datou charged Xiao Bo's medical expenses and nutrition expenses to his card.

This is nothing.

The key point is a message from Fatty Xiao.

Tonight, in the back mountain of a village in Zhenjiang, there is a shade mat to eat.

Moreover, the owner of the Yin Mat is Brother Pei.

The so-called Yin Mat, to put it bluntly, is a tomb-robbing antique trading bureau composed of antique dealers with powerful status in both black and white.
All the antiques handed down in the world are nothing more than two parts, one is family heirloom, and the other is tomb robbers.

After all, there are relatively few family heirlooms.

The really good things are often in the tombs.

But the things in the cemetery are not allowed to be bought or sold.

Once a high-value object is dug up, it will be reported backhandedly by a nonsensical antique buyer when it is sold.

For this reason, the real difficulty faced by tomb robbers is not tomb robbery, but how to destroy the tomb safely and quickly.

As for selling dirt, the best way is to invite antique dealers who dare to buy ghost goods to come to the tomb robbery site to subscribe.

In this way, the tomb robbers and the antique dealers who buy ghost goods, one steals and the other buys, and they become grasshoppers on a rope. They don't have to worry about reporting each other, and the transaction is fast.

Everyone has shit in their ass, so don't raise your hands and make small reports.

But this kind of situation is also very dangerous.

It is easy for tomb robbers and buying merchants to cheat because of treasures or money.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, tomb robbers will invite powerful and shocking people in the industry to act as hosts, to suppress both parties from messing around, and to ensure that there will be no troubles during the Yin banquet.

Tomb robbers are called cooks.

Buyers are called eaters.

The host is called the host.

Someone asked, did the boss do this for nothing?

Of course not in vain.

The owner has to pick one of the things dug out from the cemetery and take it away for free.

And this one is often the most expensive antique.

It stands to reason that one of the most reputable stores in Suzhou, like Sifangzhai, would not be involved in such activities.

Unexpectedly, under the supervision of the second lady Lu Xiaoxin, Brother Pei would be the owner of the yin mat.

After seeing Fatty Xiao at the Shaxian snack bar, I asked, "Is the news accurate?"

Fatty Xiao replied: "It's absolutely true!"

I asked again, "Where did the news come from?"

Fatty Xiao turned his head and looked around, and said in a low voice: "A brother of mine! He recently got news that a cook had cooked a pot in the countryside of Zhenjiang, and he was afraid to serve it. The cook recently took Brother Pei's Line, let this bastard be the host. This brother, let me be a diner."

I'm a little unconvinced.Fatty Xiao frowned and said, "You won't believe the news about my brother, right?"

I said, "That depends on what kind of relationship you have."

Hearing this, Fatty Xiao rolled up his shirt, revealing an extremely hideous scar on his chest, pointed to the scar and said, "I owed him my life when I was in the army..."

I immediately interrupted: "Okay, stop talking, I believe it."

Fatty Xiao generally calls others friends, but he calls this person, just like me, brother.

This thing is believable.

I asked, "Did you get an invitation?"

Fatty Xiao took out a horn from his pocket.

When I saw the horn, my eyebrows twitched: "Is it still a Ming tomb?"

Fatty Xiao smiled and said, "Why don't you say you are knowledgeable!"

This kind of game of eating a vagina seat is no joke.

Merchants participating in the purchase of antiques must have trustworthy insiders, and the owner will send invitations to them.

Invitations are not paper, but special items.

horns.

It generally represents the tomb of the Ming Dynasty.

Because it is said that Zhu Yuanzhang was the reincarnation of Da Qing Niu.

I put away the horns and drank all the soup in the crock pot.

Fatty Xiao lit a cigarette, looked at me blankly through the smoke, and asked, "Suzi, why don't you ask me how I got the invitation?"

I replied, "Your brother gave it to you."

Fatty Xiao asked, "That's true, but don't you think it's strange?"

I glanced at him and replied, "Your brother is a public servant..."

Before I could say anything, Fatty Xiao's expression suddenly changed, and he covered my mouth with his hand. He looked left and right, but seeing no one around, Fatty Xiao said, "Your brain has been opened! But please keep your voice down! "

It's not that I've been out of my mind.

But it's too easy to analyze.

Eating Yin seats is generally more secretive.

The diners who can get the invitations are all powerful antique buyers.

Baggage soldiers like Fatty Xiao are not popular, and the boss will not invite them at all.

What's more, this owner is Brother Pei.

The horn invitation was given to him by Brother Fatty Xiao.

When Fatty Xiao introduced the situation, he used "My brother recently got a piece of news".

This is typical intelligence talk.

Moreover, Fatty Xiao also said that he owed his life to this brother when he was in the army.

Judging from the general status of Fatty Xiao's comrades after retiring, it is easy to speculate that the brothers he talks about are the public family members.

The reason why this brother gave Fatty Xiao an invitation must be to allow him to sneak in as an internal response.

The plan is to cooperate with the inside and the outside, and everyone will get all the stolen goods, and this sinister situation will be settled in one pot.

We are not chivalrous knights, we just want to realize our dreams in the antique business, and we don't really like or dislike things like eating pussy seats.

But this time it was Brother Pei who dealt with him.

We are more than willing to cooperate.

"Are you full?" I asked.

Fatty Xiao replied, "I'm full!"

The two rented a van and went straight to Zhenjiang.

Around 2000, the traffic was far less developed than it is now. When we arrived in Zhenjiang, it was almost evening.

We came to the village, ate some biscuits and drank two cans of Jianlibao.

Wait until eleven o'clock in the evening and start walking to the back mountain.

Before entering the back mountain, we all put on masks.

This is the rule of eating vagina seats.

To prevent everyone from recognizing each other.

In fact, you can wear silk stockings on your head, plaster, or disguise yourself as a man, as long as you don’t show your true colors.

We are completely simple.

Fatty Xiao is wearing a portrait of Guan Gong, and I am wearing a pig mask.

When I came to the foot of the mountain, I found two people with double-reed clown makeup sitting on the ground.

When they saw us coming, they stood up and blocked the way: "My lords, do you have an invitation card?"

I took out the horns.

After they looked at it, they said, "Only one person can enter an invitation card. You can discuss it, and the other master can invite you back."

(End of this chapter)

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