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Chapter 18 Fear
The sharp knife went straight into the handle, and the big man almost twisted his body in pain.

As if she didn't see it, Wang Hua pulled out the small knife and blew the blood on the knife with her mouth.Under the dim candlelight, small dark red flowers rose up on the knife as he blew it.He said, "Do you know the function of pig's blood in lacquerware?"

All four of them felt at a loss, do you still use pig's blood to make lacquerware?

But at this moment, they couldn't care less about being dazed, beads of sweat dripped down their faces, and their bodies trembled like chaff.

Wang Hua continued: "The cooked pig's blood is dissolved in water, and the straw is placed inside the blood clot. Twist the straw to separate the blood clot. Then use gauze to filter out the undissolved blood clot and blood tendons, and put a small amount of lime. Stir with a wooden stick. This is the best fuchsia finishing paint."

Having said that, he knelt down and said to them, "I've tried pig blood, but I haven't tried human blood. I don't know how effective human blood is?"

As he spoke, he slapped the big man's bloody wound with a small knife.

Hearing the young man in front of him say this, even though the young man was smiling and handsome, in their minds, he looked like a demon.

Because of the fright, several people trembled even more violently, and the sweat flowing from their bodies looked like they had been fished out of the water.

After Wang Hua finished speaking, she sat in a chair and meditated.

But these people turned their heads and looked out the window in their hearts. It would be better for someone to come in and send them to the government.Sending it to the government now is better than leaving it in the hands of this young man.

Although Wang Hua is decisive in his actions, he is not a killer.But for these Xiaoxiao, it must be done in order to be shocked!And he wanted a confession.

Wang Hua was sitting on a chair, and the cold wind at the end of October blew in from outside the door, and the lights of the candles were blown as if they were dancing, reflecting the uncertain expression on Wang Hua's face.

Several burly men looked at the boy tremblingly, and even the leading burly man seemed to have forgotten the pain.Finally Wang Hua spoke, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "Why do you need to kill people?"

He said this for a while, and said that for a while, which made people feel colder inside.But after hearing Wang Hua's words, several big men nodded again.

Wang Hua stood up again, came to them, and said, "But why should I let you go?"

The voices of "嘿嘿嘿咒咚嗯" came out of these big men's mouths, maybe they were begging for mercy, maybe they were explaining themselves.

Wang Hua said again: "Based on your appearance, do you still want to be gangsters?"

A deep sneer flashed in his eyes.

The faces of these big men blushed, but they were thinking in their hearts: We are just a little bastard, and we usually sneak around, but we are also afraid of death.How does it compare with your neuropathy?
Wang Hua said again: "Okay, I'll give you a chance, but all you have to do is shout."

While talking, he gestured with a small knife on their hearts, and said, "To kill you, just stab four times here, how long will it take? You should know."

Several people nodded again.I thought: We are not allowed to shout, who is the robber.

Wang Hua picked out the strip of cloth from one of them with a small knife, and asked, "Where are you from? What's your name?"

As he asked, he swiped a knife across his face.

The big man said tremblingly: "Little hero, please forgive me. There is an old mother in the small family, and there are wives and children."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Hua blocked the cloth again, and stabbed his thigh hard with a small knife.Get rid of this gadget!
Sweat dripped down the faces of the four big men again.They have fought many times, but they have never met such a ruthless boy.

Wang Huacai stood up and said, "Whatever I ask, I'm only allowed to answer. If I keep talking nonsense, next time you all go to the underworld!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the cloth strip of another big man again.

This time, Wang Hua finally completed his questioning smoothly.Only then did he know that these four big men were all gangsters from the neighborhood, named Lu Ergou, Wan Dahai, Niu Defu and Zhang Sanlong.

A few days ago, I met Zhao Jingzhong, a clerk of Qizhenxuan, on the street.Zhao Jingzhong told them that this time the face of their boss was taken home.

The matter of Qizhenxuan is neither big nor small.Maybe no one in Luoyang City cared about it, but it spread in the West Market.Shopkeeper Zheng is not greedy enough, he wants to swallow other people's things, but he doesn't get them in return.The four punks had also heard about this incident, so they laughed and prepared to walk.

Zhao Jingzhong pulled Lu Ergou, the leading man, and said in a low voice, "Do you know how much the boy's second piece of lacquerware sold for?"

As a human being, there is always a gossip mentality.Knowing that the young man's craftsmanship is good, the lacquerware he made seems to be sold at a sky-high price, but I don't know how much the sky-high price is.So Lu Ergou asked, "How much?"

Zhao Jingzhong replied: "50 yuan, this is because Hanlinzhai lowered the price, otherwise it would be more, the lacquered horse box has now become the treasure of Hanlinzhai's suppressed store, and Hanlinzhai is unwilling to sell it because of the high price. "

That's an exaggeration.As a handicraft, the age requirements are still very low at this time, that is, the price of antiques may be there, but it will not be that important.The most important thing is the material, all kinds of jade, agate, gold, silver, and lacquerware do not have the upper hand in terms of materials, but because Wang Hua uses a lot of gold inlays, the whole lacquerware is precious.The second is calligraphy and painting. A good calligraphy and picture is more valuable than craftsmanship.The third is craftsmanship, that is, the shape of utensils.

As a large shop, there are some utensils in it that are more precious than Wang Hua's lacquer box, and it is impossible to use this lacquer box as the treasure of the store.The reason why Hanlinzhai was not sold was because the price offered by the buyers had not yet reached their psychological price.Another point is that they are well-informed and know that Wang Hua bought three original wooden boxes that day, which means that these three lacquer boxes will be a set of works. If they are disassembled and sold, the price will be greatly reduced. They The final price can only be determined after waiting for the other two boxes painted by Wang.

There is no rush now.Unlike Wang Hua, the store lacked capital and had to sell it immediately.

But after the four big men heard this, their eyes lit up, 50 yuan, how much is that?How many nights is it enough for the famous little Taohong on the street to sleep with them?There is another reason, that is, like Zheng Longbi, he thinks the owner is a little boy.Of course, I regret it now, and the little hairy boy is just as fierce.This little fur kid is too young to keep them from being greedy.

Seeing their expressions, a smile flashed in the corner of Zhao Jingzhong's eyes, and he succeeded.He continued: "And that little guy is still making a third piece of lacquerware, which is even more beautiful than the first two."

Hearing this, the four big men became excited.So I found Wang Hua's residence.Most of Wang Hua's windows were opened for air circulation during the day, and the other side of the window was next to the alley. Anyone who cared about it could still see the movements in his house.

The four big men watched in turn, saw Wang Hua write an inscription on the top of the box, and thought the work was over.They still don't know that this lacquer box still needs to be polished before it can be considered a finished product, which will take more than a day.

The main reason Wang Hua rented this house was that it was separated from the owner's house by a small garden.It is also easy to understand that Bi Jian's creation needs a quiet environment.Therefore, if something happens, as long as the movement is not too big, it is generally difficult to attract people's attention.

Having said this, the big man begged for mercy again.

Wang Hua blocked his mouth with a cloth strip, and the knife was bloody again.Anyway, none of these four big men were intact, they all had wounds on their bodies, and their clothes were all stained with blood.

Then Wang Hua sat on the chair and meditated, completely disregarding whether they would die if they bled too much.

Devil!
The four of Lu Ergou thought in their hearts.

But scolding, scolding, can be even more uneasy.

(End of this chapter)