"When the trafficker comes, I will ask him to sell you first."

“The traffickers don’t want me!”

She suddenly took advantage of my face.

"What are you going to do again?" I wanted to push her away, but she hugged me tighter.

"What I have on my face, you must also have."

I was speechless immediately, and I was so vindictive!

"Boring!" I pushed her away, "Don't waste time here!"

I opened the trunk and took out the fake.

"Gone! Suspicious shrew!"

"I'm not a shrew, I'm not married yet!"

"Fortunately, I am not married. If I am married, I will be a shrew and a resentful woman!"

"Pah!" Wan Xiyue slapped me hard on the back.

It hurts!

"Wan Xiyue, can you be gentler!" I roared.

"Shopping malls are like battlefields. Look at which woman is gentle on the battlefield. A gentle woman will definitely die on the battlefield.

There is no word gentle in my dictionary.

And to deal with a scumbag like you, if you are gentle, you will bully me to death."

"Wan Xiyue, don't be shameless, I'm doing something for you!"

Wan Xiyue wanted to say something else, but I pushed her back before she even opened her mouth.

"Shut up! Don't talk. We'll be there soon. If you don't want to die, just treat yourself as mute.

If I hear another unnecessary word, I will really leave you here, no matter what happens to you, I will never care!"

Wan Xiyue was so angry that she wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

She is angry, but I am not happy about it!

This woman has really been the CEO for a long time. She always acts condescending in everything she does. Even when she begs me, she acts like I beg her.

If I hadn't seen my master's black jade Buddha hanging around her neck, I would have given up!

I took her to the Youdu Antique Underground Market, which turned out to be an abandoned air-raid shelter. This hole in the suburbs used to be an exit, but is now an entrance.

After entering through the cave entrance, the interior extends in all directions. The air-raid shelter is large enough and well concealed. In the 1980s and 1990s, some people began to resell antiques inside.

It is also conducive to the production of counterfeit factories. Various forces draw territory inside, and then separate them with various things to make shops. Gradually, it becomes an underground market.

As soon as we entered, a strong smell hit us.

"Uh" Wan Xiyue was gagging again.

"I told you not to come and didn't listen."

"It's such a big deal in my store, how could I not come in person!" She said, looking like she was about to vomit again.

"Miss, don't always act like you're about to vomit. If you look like this, when I take you in, people will think I've made you pregnant!"

"What a beautiful idea, I won't let you do it even if you want to do it!"

I really don't want to talk about it. When I was in her office just now, who looked so coquettish and told me that she wanted everything Ai Weiwei wanted.

This woman! I haven't seen her other abilities before. She's tough-talking, strong-willed, and aggressive. I've really seen a lot of her.

I continued walking forward with her, and she held my arm tightly.

There are many twists and turns in the underground market. Every time I passed a bend, Wan Xiyue would hold on to me tightly for fear of losing me.

I took her to one of the most famous shops in the underground market. The shop was about fifty or sixty square meters, and it was filled with things, including ceramics, jades, strange stones... and all kinds of messy trinkets, copper coins, wood carvings, and even various items.

A version of Hades Coin.

Every time I see Mingbi, I think he is a weirdo.

It's normal for people to collect antiques and collect currency, but he actually collected ghost coins.

I asked him before and he said, living people's money is money, but dead people's money is not money?

Sometimes, it is not always accurate to ask the living people for some news. You have to ask the dead. If you don’t give them something good at this time, the devil will not do anything for you.

I don’t know where he got these fallacies from, anyway, I don’t believe in these ghosts and gods.

There is a plaque hanging in the center of the shop, inlaid with gold, with four big characters written in it: Friends come and go.

This is how this store operates and survives.

There is a deck chair under the plaque, and a man is sleeping covered with a newspaper.

He is the owner of this shop, Yu Jianzhi.

He is in his thirties, has a big mouth, and is very tall. However, he is not handsome and his vicissitudes of life in his early years make him look several years older than his peers.

He's a good talker, and he always says dirty things.

He wanders among all kinds of people, ghosts, and snakes all day long. He speaks human language to people and ghosts to ghosts. He can talk to living people to death and dead people to life.

But he doesn't eat by mouth.

Yu Jianzhi, as his name suggests, relies on his knowledge and insights to make a living.

He claims that there are no antiques in the antique world that he doesn't know about, whether they are real or fake, fake or real. Although he may not own any antiques in the world, he has definitely seen them.

I have a good relationship with him, and he has indeed seen many antiques.

People who have a good relationship with him will respectfully call him "knowledgeable", which is also a homonym for his name.

People who have a bad relationship with him, or who are deliberately joking or making fun of him, will call him "You Dazui".

He himself has a big mouth, hence his name.

But in his words, what’s wrong with my big mouth? My mouth is good at talking. If I can talk, I know a lot.

If you have small mouths, you can't speak out.

In the world of martial arts, many people only know their nicknames but not their real names, even if they have been hanging out with them for many years.

From the moment I found out his real name, I felt that there must be an allusion to it. How could such a person end up in the underground market?

Once, we drank together for three rounds, and I was very happy.

I took the opportunity to ask his name.

I asked in a joking tone whether his name came from Xunzi's saying: "If you don't hear, it's worse than hearing it; if you hear it, it's worse than seeing it; if you see it, it's worse than knowing it; if you know it, it's worse than doing it. Learning stops when you practice it. Practice it."

"It's Mingye"

When he heard what I said, he sighed: "Brother, you are really good at it."

When I continued to ask about his background and family status, he waved his hand and didn't mention it.

I could tell that he must have something sad, but I didn't have a good relationship with him, so he didn't want to tell me.

Wan Xiyue picked up a jade bracelet: "This thing looks like the fakes in the store, it can be said to be exactly the same."

I glared at her.

She covered her mouth as if she had made a mistake.

I looked at her jade bracelet again, and she quickly put it down.

You Dazui was still asleep, so I shouted: "You Dazui, your grandpa is here to see you!"

"Who the hell dares to call me that?" You Dazui sat up from the recliner and looked at me with sleepy eyes.

"Oh, what kind of wind is blowing today that brings you here?"

"Is it your grandfather?" I said arrogantly.

"Where is my grandpa?"

"Huh?" I glared.

"You are my ancestor!"

"You Dazui's nickname is truly well-deserved."

"Ancestor, I heard that you went in some time ago. Did you come out, or is it nothing?"
Chapter completed!