Chapter 2735 Changqing Halal

Author: Ye Gongzi

Chapter 2735 Changqing Halal

Although Zhang Ermao's requirements were harsh, the two of them agreed at the same time when they thought that their income was very considerable.

Zhang Ermao was not vague and transferred 30,000 yuan to each of them on WeChat, saying to them: "This money is just like I am prepaying your 10-day labor fee in advance. If you dare to be lazy and sloppy in these 10 days, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Zhao Laosi patted his chest without thinking and promised: "Brother Ermao, don't worry, just look at you with such a refreshing spirit. I'm going to stare at you in a fucking adult diapers! I would rather pee on my crotch than leave my post!"

Xiao Teng also immediately stated: "Brother Ermao, I don't eat or drink during the day, and I will never let you down!"

"Okay." Zhang Ermao nodded, took out the two jade rings from his pocket, handed them to the two of them, and instructed: "Put these two rings on your hands and never take them off. This is the token used by major customers to verify your identity."

The two of them did not hesitate and immediately picked up the ring.

Zhao Laosi played with the ring in his hand for a while, put it under his nose and smelled it, and whispered: "Damn Brother Ermao, this ring... is something that comes from a pit!"

"Is that true?" Xiao Teng, who was standing beside him, also smelled it like this and asked in confusion: "Second, how can you see this thing be born and mature?"

Zhang Ermao interrupted the two and instructed: "If you two want to make this money, remember to talk less and ask less questions."

Zhao Laosi smiled and hurriedly said, "Brother Ermao is right. We are responsible for picking up people anyway, so we don't ask about other things."

Zhang Ermao nodded and said to the two: "Fourth brother, go back to the printing shop and write a sign, write 'Hong Kong businessman Chen Jiawei', Xiao Teng, you also write a sign, write 'Hong Kong businessman Luo Qidong', and after the game, you can start work directly. I'll calculate your salary today!"

Zhao Laosi said in surprise: "Brother Ermao, are you so anxious? I haven't had time to settle down in this stall yet. Why don't you wait for me and I ask my brother-in-law to come and help me stare..."

Zhang Ermao waved his hand: "I'll keep an eye on your stall. Anyway, your things are all fake. I'll try to sell them to you as much as possible. After receiving the person, you will bring them here to find me."

When the two of them heard this, they no longer hesitated. They nodded immediately and went to the printing shop happily together.

Zhang Ermao knew that it was impossible for these two people to accept people. After all, these two names were made up by him temporarily, and even if you can receive them, you will see a ghost.

He didn't know why Ye Chen asked him to do this, but like a human spirit, he knew a purpose very well, that is, never ask questions about things that shouldn't be asked, and don't try to find out the truth.

So he sat down directly at Zhao Laosi's stall, looked at the rags in his stall, and placed the lightning-striking wood given by Ye Chen in the center.

Although he didn't know what this thing was, he kept Ye Chen's instructions in mind, and no matter who asked for the price, he would have to offer a price of five million.

After staying at the stall for more than an hour, several unjust species who visited the antique street came. They thought of picking up bargains at Zhang Ermao's stall. Zhang Ermao also fully utilized his talent as a profitable antique merchant and sold several worthless broken handicrafts to high prices above 4 digits.

After completing a few orders, Zhang Ermao couldn't help feeling happy. Although selling fake antiques has no future to cheat people, for him, it was really a sense of accomplishment to make this thing.

Seeing those unjust seeds who were dreaming of making money by spending a high price to buy fake things and looking happy, Zhang Ermao felt particularly happy.

He couldn't help but think in his heart: "It seems that we can't throw away all the antiques. Half of the happiness of life comes from this place... If the fifth master is not that busy in the future, I can come here every now and then for fun."

Zhang Ermao was thinking happily in his heart when a familiar voice suddenly came, and he smiled with a little surprise: "Oh, Zhang Ermao, when have you come back to set up a stall?"

Zhang Ermao looked up and said respectfully: "Oh, President Xiao! I haven't seen you for a while!"

The person who spoke was Ye Chen's father-in-law Xiao Changkun.

Although Xiao Changkun is now the executive vice president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, his love for antiques remains unchanged from that time.

Some time ago, because of a broken heart, he was not in a good mood and had a life since he came here.

He has recovered a little bit these two days, and just the weekend, he started to think about antique street again.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he got here, he saw an acquaintance, Zhang Ermao.

When Xiao Changkun heard Zhang Ermao call himself President Xiao respectfully, he felt very proud. He carried his hands behind his back like a leader and said with a smile: "Emao, I heard that you have followed Mr. Hong Wu and the military advisor beside Mr. Hong Wu, why have you returned to Antique Street?"

Zhang Ermao smiled and said, "President Xiao, you really look at all directions and listen to all directions. There is nothing in this Jinling City that can be hidden from you!"

Xiao Changkun was so proud that he was boasted that he said with a pretentious look on his face: "Ermao, you don't have to support me here, but just one acre of three-point land in Jinling is really nothing that I, Xiao Changkun, can't figure out."

Zhang Ermao nodded and said attentively: "President Xiao, let me tell you the truth. After staying with the Fifth Master for a while, I found that it might not be suitable for me, so I came back and picked up my old job."

Xiao Changkun didn't doubt it, nodded and said, "You are born in the antique industry, and I have to say that you are the lucky star in this industry. The first big leak I picked up was 500,000 yuan for you. After you stopped doing this industry, I never picked up any big leaks."

As he said that, Xiao Changkun said again: "Oh, by the way, but I have collected some small things one after another some time ago. Judging from my experience, the things should be right. I will show you when the time comes. If the price you offer is right, I will give it to you."

Zhang Ermao remembered the painful experience of spending 500,000 yuan to buy a fake from Xiao Changkun. If it weren't for Ye Chen's face, how could he spend that in vain?

Thinking of this, he smiled and hurriedly said, "No, no, President Xiao, I won't accept anything now."

"Not to accept it?" Xiao Changkun frowned, pointed to a lot of things on his stall and asked, "You don't accept it anymore, where do you get these things? You can't make them at home by yourself, right?"

Zhang Ermao said: "President Xiao, I'll tell you, now, I'll adjust the direction of the business. In the past, I did everything regardless of whether it was true or not, but as long as I broke the real thing, there was a risk of being a slasher. I've been slashed before and spent hundreds of thousands to buy a broken thing. It's not worth even the fucking ten yuan, and I lost all my income for half a year..."

As he said that, he looked at Xiao Changkun nervously. Seeing that Xiao Changkun didn't hear what he meant, he quickly said, "So, President Xiao, I'll change my ways now. I'll only sell fakes. I'll only buy fakes, and I'll only buy fakes..."

Xiao Changkun frowned: "What's the matter? Have you been cheating for a full-time job?"

Zhang Ermao smiled and said, "Hehe...you can understand this too..."

Xiao Changkun said seriously: "Ermao, it's not me who said you, you love every thing. If you do this, you have to have professional ethics."

Zhang Ermao nodded: "Don't I make some money first? When I make money in the future, it's not too late to improve my professional ethics. What do people say? Get in the car first and then buy a ticket..."

Xiao Changkun curled his lips disdainfully, looked at Zhang Ermao's stall, shook his head and said, "Oh, you are getting backwards as you do it. I can see any of the fakes you have on your stall."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Ermao said attentively: "President Xiao, you must have a keen eye. Good things cannot escape your eyes, and the same is true for fake things."

Xiao Changkun smiled, picked up the lightning wood in the middle of the stall, looked carefully, and said, "But this lightning wood doesn't seem to be fake. How much does it cost? It's appropriate for me to collect it, keep it to avoid evil."

Zhang Ermao stretched out five fingers.

Xiao Changkun asked curiously: "Five hundred?"

Zhang Ermao laughed and said, "Wan..."

Xiao Changkun widened his eyes and blurted out, "Fifty thousand?!"

Zhang Ermao shook his head: "It's five million..."

"Fuck..." Xiao Changkun threw Lei Doumu back to the stall and cursed: "Zhang Ermao, are you crazy about poverty? Just such a broken thing, do you want me five million? Are you fucking using me as a Double Color Ball?"

Zhang Ermao said awkwardly: "President Xiao, you said everything, what I am doing now is cheating. How can I cheat money if I don't offer more ruthlessly..."

Xiao Changkun said angrily: "Then you can't rob it openly... Chunchun is a serious brain disease!"

After saying that, he turned his hands behind his back and walked without looking back.

Looking at his big boss-like back, Zhang Ermao sighed helplessly and thought to himself: "Master Ye wants me to offer this lightning strike wood for 5 million. If my stall continues like this, I will probably be scolded for more than ten or twenty times a day..."

...

at the same time.

In the suburbs of Yanjing, Changyun Temple.

As the oldest Taoist temple in the country, Changyun Temple can be regarded as a Taoist holy land in the present era.

The Taoist temple is very popular and full of incense. All disciples who believe in Taoism in Yanjing often come here to worship.

There is a prison in Changyun Temple, with one abbot each. In addition, there are many disciples of different generations, with a total of at least 300 people.

Although the abbot of Taoism is the same as the abbot of Buddhism, its functions are very different. The abbot of Buddhism is the one with the highest position and power in the temple, and is in charge of the affairs of the big and small temples. The abbot of Taoism is the main responsibility of preaching, and is more like the professor with the highest qualifications in the Taoist temple. However, the person who truly has the highest management authority in the Taoist temple is the supervisory school.

Chang Shengbo, wearing a Taoist robe, looked up at the Changyunguan Mountain Gate for a moment, and then walked into the hall gate.

The entire Changyun Temple is divided into three courtyards in front, middle and back. However, the only front yard is open to believers and pilgrims. There are multiple temples here, especially the Sanqing Hall in the center, which worships the Taoist ancestors of the Sanqing.

In the middle and the last two courtyards are the areas used in Changyun Temple. The abbot and his disciples live here and study Taoism.

Whether it is Ye Chen, Changsheng Bo, or the mysterious hero, or the Meng Changsheng in the painting, they all have mastered spiritual energy and practiced Taoist traditions.

Therefore, the first thing that Changshengbo did when he stepped into Changyun Temple was to come to the Sanqing Hall, and after kowtowing to the three supreme gods of the Taoist sect, he came to a little Taoist priest beside him and said, "My fellow Taoist, I wonder if this place can I let me hang a list and stay for a few days?"

The little Taoist priest was surprised to see that Chang Sheng Bo had a fairy-like appearance and had a bit of the extraordinary and extraordinary immortal temperament that only appeared in the novel. He asked respectfully: "Dare you dare to ask which Taoist priest belongs to? Do you have a certificate?"

According to the internal conventions of religion, Taoist priests can leave their own Taoist sacred mountain gate and come to other places to stay in the local Taoist sacred temple, but they need to verify the identity of the other Taoist priest to avoid being exploited.

When Changsheng Bo heard this, he smiled and said, "I have been practicing overseas for many years. I have not been to China for many years and I have no certificates."

The little Taoist priest said in a dilemma: "Master, according to the regulations, if you want to place an order, you must have legal documents to prove that you are a Taoist priest, otherwise, the younger generation will not be able to make the decision..."

Changsheng Bo was not angry either, smiled indifferently, and asked, "Who is your prison name? What is the Taoist name?"

The little Taoist priest said with a respectful look: "Our supervisory supervisor is named Qingxu Sanren."

"Qingxu?" Changsheng Bo smiled and said, "Is it the little baby that Xuan Jizi adopted back then?"

The little Taoist priest was shocked when he heard this!

Qingxu Sanren, a resident of the Supervisory Institute, is over 70 years old this year. His life experience is very famous among the Taoist sects in China. He was abandoned outside Changyunguan Sect when he was born and adopted by Xuan Jizi of the Supervisory Institute. In the past few decades, he had been following Xuan Jizi to learn Taoism, and then took over as the Supervisory Institute. It can be said that he devoted himself to the Taoist sect all his life and was a true master of the Taoist sect today.

The master with such an old experience was called the little baby of that year by Changsheng Bo. The little Taoist priest was naturally shocked. He couldn't help but ask Changsheng Bo: "This Taoist priest, do you know our prison?"

Changshengbo said calmly: "I not only know him, but when he was young, I also hugged him."

"Ah?!" The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment!

He couldn't help but murmur: "The chief of our prison is already in his seventies. You hugged him when he was young. Wouldn't you be at least in your nineties? But I look at you, it seems like you are only in your sixties..."

Changsheng Bo smiled and said, "I can't tell you clearly. You can report it to him, just say that Changqing Zhenren wants to see him."

"Changqing Zhenren..." The little Taoist priest murmured. Although he had never heard of this Taoist lord, he did not dare to neglect when he saw Changsheng Bo's mysterious appearance, so he said, "Please follow me to the living room. I will report to the master now, and then ask the master to report to the prison!"
Chapter completed!