"Let's go, brother, come in with me?"

I stopped at the door, looked left, frowned and said, "Are you sure there is no problem?"

He was stunned and laughed: "Haha! No problem! Don't worry."

I followed him with my bag and pushed the door open.

The three-story building of Zongheng Cultural City, the shops are almost full, each store is about 20 square meters, and I roughly glanced at it.

The boss sat in the store and drank tea. On the table were there Tang Sancai, Ming Sancai, Han Dynasty soul bottles, Northern Wei stone carvings, civil servant figurines with painted ages, ladies figurines, tomb-controlling beasts, etc.

Many things still carry red clay on them, and I’m afraid that someone will believe them if they were dug up last night.

I was so shocked that I saw it.

This is so blatant, these are all funeral objects that can be found at a glance! I dare not put them out like this. What I just set up a stall to sell was just some handed down products.

Almost every family is like this!

I even saw a large carved dragon sarcophagus from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, placed at the door of a store, and the boss used it to raise goldfish.

God knows how many good things are hidden in these three floors.

The bald man who led the way smiled and said, "Brother, I want to open a store here. I don't have a hundred or eighty pieces of Tang Sancai on my hands. I'm embarrassed to come in. Yesterday, a family sold a 3-ton stone carving tomb-stopping beast called a crane.

Come and hang out."

"Then where are these things sold?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "Everyone sells it abroad. As long as you pay, you can get the money in the morning and send it to your province in the afternoon to send it to you separately."

"I know about the golden jade clothes of the Han Dynasty?"

I said I know.

He pointed upstairs: "There is one on the third floor, and the one on the north side of the first floor also has half. I heard from the boss that the museum has sent people to negotiate, but the price has not been negotiated, so people just don't sell it."

I noticed a word he said.

“Sold abroad….”

This involves xx smuggling and being caught and shot.

Going to the third floor, knocking on the door.

"Boss, the person is here."

Boss Song was smiling and chatting with a middle-aged man with thin cheeks. Hearing this, he let us in.

"Haha, Shenyan Peak! Why do you have the time to run to me to set up a stall? Come and sit down and have a cup of tea." Boss Song waved to me.

After I sat down, Boss Song laughed and said, "Old Zhan, since you meet me, please introduce me. This young man is the apprentice of the Northern School Silver Fox and the famous Divine Eye Peak Xiao Wang."

"Not Xiao Wang, my surname is Xiang."

"Oh," Boss Song immediately changed his words: "It's the Shenyan Peak's small neck."

The thin man smiled and nodded to me, and spoke for a long time.

"Call me to come..."

"In this way, it's time to eat, so why not let's have a chat."

Boss Song clapped his hands: "Today we have dinner, ask Miss Huang to prepare. Just make some simple things. I will send it here if I have finished it."

Soon, in just over ten minutes, one after another of the exquisite dishes were pushed open and sent in. There were 5 dishes in total.

Freshly stewed Alaska sea crab with black bone chicken.

Butter peony shrimp and grapefruit sashimi platter.

Private houses with 20 years of flower carving wine-making red snapper.

Black gold slices of truffle aged radish with snowflake beef.

Black garlic tart mushrooms with Italian seafood soup.

I am a local bun. I have never eaten such expensive things. I look at the platter, and it seems to be made by a special foreign chef.

Is it too luxurious for the upper class to eat like this every day?

“How is it?”

"Yeah...it's pretty good."

Boss Song picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said with a smile: "We both sides had misunderstandings before, but fortunately the misunderstanding was resolved. We men are all here to make money. Wang Bartou is very famous among the Northern School.

, little brother, so I said, can you let the king take the lead? Let’s work together.”

"How to cooperate?" I asked.

A cold light appeared in Boss Song's eyes, and he pointed directly at the thin man and said, "Old Zhan and these people have maritime relationships. If you have any big fish in the Northern School in the future, you can directly connect with me. We will cooperate to sell it abroad.

Let’s become bigger and stronger together and earn their swords.”

I understand.

This surnamed Song has such a great ambition... He is not satisfied with Luoyang, and imagines that he is like Lu Qinzhai back then, to start an international market.

He wanted to make the entire Beipai as his supplier behind it! He did export business and earned a knife.

However, I know that there is always a principle to sell what we offer to Chinese people and not foreigners. This is the idea of ​​many older generations in the Northern School.

Paradoxically, there are also some young people in the Northern School who are willing to sell their things to foreigners, but they do not agree with this rule.

Among them, Tian Sanjiu is not afraid of anything, he dares to do it as long as he makes money, and it is like this to sell things to kimchi girl grandma. Therefore, it is difficult for the elderly to unify their opinions.

"What do you think of little brother?"

"This...I think it's useless to tell me, I can't make the decision."

Boss Song pointed at me with one hand and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about those old people. You just need to take the lead and help me contact those brave young people in the Northern School. How about we form a circle by ourselves?"

He also said: "Tomb robbing is a low-class job, like Li Lao Ya, what's the use of doing it for me? In the end, I'm still going to prison when I'm old? So, no matter whether it's wild or the regular army in the north,

We have to hold together and hold each other together, and we will be invincible in the world.”

"You don't have to rush to make a decision. Leave me a phone number, go back and think about it carefully. If you figure it out, call me."

It was already afternoon after I left the Cultural City, and I quickly rushed back to the hotel.

I told Boss Song about it, and I said this after hearing it.

"Yunfeng, if the Northern Sect and Yeluzi hug each other, our entire Northern Sect will disappear within ten to twenty years."

"So serious? Why do you put your head on it?"

"Because they are mixed, just pretending to be a good person, not being in a good position, not professional enough, and should be far away from these people."

"Yunfeng, I ask you, do you feel guilty about robbing tombs now?"

"Sense of guilt?"

I thought about it and shook my head: "I didn't have my head, I might have only excitement and excitement."

He smiled and patted my shoulder: "That's good, remember, if you do this one day, if you feel guilty, then you're not far from going in."

I found it very difficult to understand at that time. In the next few years, as I grew older, I understood it.

.....

Douyazi and the others came back in the evening and shouted, "Good news! Good news!"

"Take it! We went to the Shifang Taoist Temple, but Brother Yu had a solution. He found out with people! Thirty-five years ago, there was indeed a Taoist master named Li living there. Later, he met Po Sijiu and Taoist master Li moved.

Arrive on the mountain in Dongdong Yangdaogou Village!”

"I heard that he died of illness on the mountain. Was that sword buried where he lived?"

I said it was wrong. Since you know it, Wang Yuanjie should know it too, why did he say he couldn't find it?

Dou Yazai was stunned and scratched his head and said, "That kid is not a professional tomb robber. It's normal for him to find it. If he can't find it, it doesn't mean we can't find it!"

He looked at the calendar on the table and said, "Today, Friday, we will leave on Monday. We can go to the place where Ye Zai said tomorrow and the next two days. If you can't find it, don't force it."

"Leave Monday? Where to go?"

He reached out his head and took out a small roll of old sheepskin with severe oxidation from his arms.

He said: "For more than a year, this place has attracted me. I have dreamed of those mysterious stone towers. They must be related to the Dangxiang people who perished Xixia, probably in Muya area, Sichuan."

"My name is that place, Tianfu Artillery Tower."
Chapter completed!