Hurry!

As soon as the lights in Ningbo were closed, a slight sound came from the dense green vegetation not far from the intersection of Zhonglian Expressway. A young man wearing a black vest was squinting and shooting carefully, bent over and like a cat walking in the night, rushed out flexibly and walked straight towards the car.

The thin young man came to the car, reached out and gently knocked on the glass of the car, looked inside the car, and saw that there was nothing unusual, but he glanced around him vigilantly, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Ningbo with a smile on his face, "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Um."

Ningbo nodded impatiently, picked up the wallet in the passenger seat, took out more than a thousand yuan from it and handed it to the young man, urging him: "Don't worry, get the pass, it was not so troublesome before."

"for you."

The young man took Ningbo's money, weighed it and put it in his pocket. Through Ningbo's skillful movements, he judged that Ningbo must be a regular customer in the black market. He reached out and took out a small book like a red driver's license from his waist and handed it to Ningbo. He smiled apologetically and explained: "Zhongzhou doesn't know what the hell has been trying to crack down on antique transactions recently. It is also a big risk to hold this transaction. Don't mind."

"Um."

Ningbo said lightly, the people who gave passes were all peripheral personnel, so there was no need to make things difficult for them. After opening the red book and scanning it for sure, he directly moved the car.

"By the way, do you need a mask?"

The skinny young man took out a stack of strange-shaped masks from behind like a magic trick, and enthusiastically promoted: "This is a good thing that hides his identity. Should I buy one to wear?"

"Get three."

Ningbo thought about it and handed it to the young man with a smile. It is said that the last time someone brought camera equipment into the black market, many people were photographed. It is not illegal to go to the black market, but they don’t want to spend money to buy antiques on the black market. If the evidence is conclusive by the state, the antiques will have to be re-confiscated.

"I'll choose this."

Jiang Yuan obviously liked the mask with a unique look and beautiful depiction. He quickly chose a white background and a face with a flying butterfly. The face was a flower actress in Peking Opera, and then she wore it directly on her face.

"I'll choose this."

Jiang Hao chose a red flame with a bleak red flame, with a domineering Chinese-style Sichuan opera facial mask written on his eyebrows. As his control skills continued to improve, he had the ability to change his appearance by changing his face, but he had never tried whether it could be successful. Otherwise, he would not have to be a sucker at all and spend a hundred yuan to buy an object on the street that only costs a few dollars.

"Monkey Ning, I'll choose for you directly."

Jiang Hao glanced at the diverse face, picked up a clown mask with a white background, a big red nose, and an exaggerated red mouth, and handed it to Ningbo. Ningbo took the mask and looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched immediately. Jiang Hao still liked to mess with others so much, so he simply put on the mask. After seeing the car through the mirror, he pointed at him. Jiang Hao and the others muttered in a low voice, shook their heads with a wry smile, stepped on the accelerator and drove into the toll station, and drove to the black market held at the designated black market on the pass.

After driving away from Ningbo for more than ten minutes, a seven-series limited edition black BMW worth more than three million was parked at the intersection of the expressway. She was wearing a tight suit and a tall bodyguard. She followed Ningbo's appearance just now and raised the electric light to send a signal. The thin young man who had just hidden himself jumped out cautiously again.

"Seinfei, now you can tell me the purpose of going to the black market. I am taking huge risks."

In the back seat of the car, Lin Quansheng was wearing casual clothes and gold-wisted glasses, his hair was shiny and combed in a tactile manner. He crossed his hands and placed them on his body. He closed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at Song Fei, who was wearing a white suit beside him and was silent all the way, and asked slowly.

The Song family is doing porcelain and jade business, and they are all alone and don’t have much communication with the Lin family. This time, he suddenly asked his appraiser to go to the black market, which made him very surprised. After all, the appraiser of the Song family is also very famous in Zhongzhou City. Is it true that the antique industry has recently reported that the Song family’s porcelain and jade has made a lot of mistakes in appraisal? That’s why I asked the appraiser of the other surname to help me?

Lying in the seat, Song Fei, whose face was full of fatigue, had a violent ups and downs, and his face quickly became gloomy. It can be said that he has been very bad recently. Everything started when he met Jiang Hao when he was trading Huang Gongwanghua with the Jiang family in Sai Jiangnannei.

First, it was identified as fake porcelain, and then the porcelain that lost was judged to bet was judged to be worth millions in a blink of an eye. Grandpa's heart disease relapsed and was hospitalized for rescue. The porcelain sent to the auction house was completely destroyed in a safe. Then the strange stones that the second grandpa had appreciated made mistakes and needed to pay a high amount of safety insurance. I don't know who leaked the news. The Song family seemed to have encountered a credit crisis that had not been encountered for decades in one day. In order to deal with the new identification of buyers who had purchased porcelain from all over the country every day, the whole family was smiling and busy.

The only good news for the Song family recently was that the auction house had to wait for several heavyweight auction items to arrive, so the auction time was delayed. When the Song family heard this unexpected good news, they almost all went out. The search for antiques that were exactly the same as those sent to the auction items were only one purpose, that is, to make up for the unexpectedly broken porcelain before the auction starts, otherwise the high liquidated damages signed with the auction house would be enough for the Song family to drink a pot.

He went to the antique black market today and received news that there were porcelains he needed in the black market auction, and the source of the news was not confirmed for a while. He had to bring the money to the black market to find out.

There is only one purpose for Lin Quansheng, that is, the people of the Song family really can't get away, and after experiencing repeated blows, many appraisers of the Song family dare not appreciate it easily, and their hearts were filled with shadows. The business volume of the Song family has reached the lowest level in decades!

"Promise the Lin family's transaction and go after the black market trip." Song Fei squeezed a smile on his face and promised: "Safe Uncle Lin, don't worry. I hired the best bodyguard. Even if I don't guarantee my safety, I will guarantee that you will escape unstoppable."

"good."

Lin Quansheng nodded with a smile, too lazy to continue asking, so he simply closed his eyes, but he was very happy in his heart. He could get the antiques that the Lin family wanted by accompanying him to a black market. This black market trip was simply too cost-effective. In the past, the Song family didn't sell it for no matter how much money it was. The Song family's speed of changing their temperament was really a bit surprising.

Ningbo drove the car, after nearly twenty minutes of driving, and finally got off the highway at an exit of the high school company highway. He drove around the land for more than ten minutes. In the dark night, the mountains like monsters came into view. As the wind blows, the woods on the mountain made a friction sound like Sasha. After a few minutes of bumps, the car stopped at the entrance of an ordinary farmyard with dim lights.

“This place is really hard to find.”

Jiang Hao walked down the cart and immediately saw the continuous mountains. He looked up and saw the roof built against the mountain. He stood on the roof of the house with cigarettes in two groups. He was strong and strong. The man seemed to be chatting casually, but Jiang Hao keenly sensed that the men were looking at them with vigilance.

"There is a gun?"

Jiang Hao immediately launched the manipulation technique, controlled the airflow and secretly retrieved the equipment of the man on the roof, and found that in the hidden corner on the roof, there was a huge, fierce shotgun full of bullets in the hidden corner on the roof.

Jiang Hao continued to let the air flow extend, and unexpectedly found that in the dark and unknown corners of the woods around the yard, there were also big men holding machetes lurking. If something really happened, these desperate people would definitely rush out to attack immediately. He sighed in his heart: The black market is indeed not covered. According to this situation, I am afraid that the police would dare to overturn it immediately when they come.

"It's okay, they are also safe. If we don't cause trouble, there will be no trouble!"

Ningbo comforted Jiang Hao's shoulder, who was looking around, reminded: "Don't look around, so as not to arouse unnecessary suspicion."

"Um."

Jiang Hao nodded. He really felt that several pairs of eyes were staring straight at his every move. If he really wanted to do something extraordinary, he would probably point his gun at him as soon as possible.

Squeak squeak!

A big man on the roof whistled, and the closed courtyard gate was immediately opened. Four shirtless men walked out of it, leading a strong man with a fleshy face and a scar on his face. He glanced vigilantly at Jiang Hao and the other men wearing masks, stretched out his hands directly, and said in a low voice: "Old rules, please know."

"Um."

Ningbo reached out and took out a red pass and handed it to Scarface. Scarface lowered his head and verified it carefully. After confirming it, he glanced at the bag in Ningbo's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and anyone could tell the meaning.

Thorn!

Ningbo directly opened the zipper of the bag, revealing stacks of dazzling pink banknotes. The four big men looked at the brand new banknotes, their eyes lit up, and the stiff expression on their faces also eased a lot.

"It's not peaceful recently. Please take out all your phones and hand them over to us for safekeeping. We will return them to you after the end."

Scarface smiled apologetically and nodded to a big man next to him with a detector on his back.

"Please take off your watch."

After collecting Jiang Hao's mobile phones, the man in charge of the detection took over the mobile phones of Jiang Hao and controlled the detector and put the items on the three people's bodies, such as coins and other metal items, into a bag and sealed them. The purpose of this is to prevent anyone from carrying the camera. After the items are loaded, the man told Jiang Hao the number on the bag, so that it would be convenient for him to pick up the personal items according to the number after the auction was completed.

Jiang Hao kept mobilizing the airflow to pay attention to the big man on the roof, and found that the big man was watching them with his muscles tense from beginning to end. He had no doubt that if he did not cooperate at all, he might be imprisonment.

"I wish you all the best things you like."

Scar bowed his hand and waved at the two big men who were blocking the road and had a expressionless face. The two big men with figures as big as small towers moved their bodies to make way.
Chapter completed!