I quickly pulled my hand out of the bag, but it wasn't just my hand that was pulled out, the contents of the bag were also taken out by me.
My hand was clutched, and the thing clutching my hand was really a human hand, but it was a severed hand!
The hand was cut off from the wrist, and the cut was neatly cut. It looked like it was cut off quickly with an extremely sharp heavy weapon. The wound was already scabbed because the severed hand kept exerting force, and my hand was cut off.
The hands clenched tighter and tighter, and the veins in the severed hands continued to bulge and squirm, and traces of blood oozed from the scabs on the wounds.
I pressed the severed hand tightly on the table and used my other hand to open the fingers of the severed hand. Although the strength of that hand was very strong, it could not match my strength. After all, I had been following the master since I was a child.
Martial arts training is not in vain. I turned the severed hand over and quickly threw it into the open sandalwood box. Then I immediately closed the lid of the box and pressed the box tightly with my hands.
The severed hand seemed to be alive, like a desperate and vicious monster scratching and beating in the box unwillingly, making a scratching and scratching sound in the middle of the night, which was so harsh.
In the middle of the night, the two people stared blankly at the sandalwood box making strange sounds on its own, which was really scary.
I really didn't look good at this time. Although I reacted quickly and put the severed hand into the box, my face was pale and I was sweating all over.
I turned my head, eyes burning, staring at Chen Fucai.
Chen Fucai didn't say a word since I opened the bag. At this time, he still had his mouth wide open, his eyes widened in a daze, and his whole body was trembling. When he saw me glaring at him fiercely, he immediately opened his mouth and asked, "What's going on?"
"Asshole!" I couldn't help but get angry. I should be the one to ask this question. "Tell me everything about what happened, and don't hide anything. Otherwise, be careful with your head."
Only then did Chen Fucai react and start talking. At this time, I also used the nylon rope that tied the bag tightly to cross the box and tightly trapped it.
"I was almost killed by it!" This was the first sentence Chen Fucai said. After speaking, he raised his chin and raised his neck. Only then did I realize that there were some bruises on Chen Fucai's neck. It was obvious at a glance.
It was pinched.
At this time, I had already taken down a bottle of red wine from the wine rack. The master loved what was in the glass so much that I was so enamored with it that I naturally became like him. In recent years, as the economy of the master and I has improved,
It’s because I prefer the taste of red wine, so there is naturally more red wine on the old wine rack. The red wine master rarely drinks it. He thinks that white wine has a high alcohol content and is refreshing to drink.
"Would you like a drink?" I saw that Chen Fucai looked very nervous, so I gestured to him, asking him to have a drink as well to relax his mood.
"Come! But I'll drink this." Chen Fucai took the wine glass I handed him, walked directly to the wine rack, pulled down a bottle of Erguotou from the top, poured a large glass full of it, drank it in one gulp, and immediately poured another glass.
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Although wine can soothe the nerves, I was afraid that he would drink too much in order to anesthetize himself, so I quickly stopped him and said, "Drink slowly, don't be anxious, come here and talk." I was no longer thinking about whether to help, but about whether to help or not.
Because this thing is really weird.
Chen Fucai calmed down and then started to speak slowly. This matter is a long story, but it has to be said because everything is related to each other, so I have to say a few more words.
Chen Fucai lost his mother when he was young. His father was an antique dealer. Later, he was sentenced to a heavy sentence for reselling a national treasure abroad, and his money was confiscated. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, his son Chen Fucai, who was outside the prison, had no money or possessions. Chen's father
He couldn't help but feel anxious and miserable. Chen Fucai turned to a wandering life, relying on begging to survive every day. One day, Chen Fucai picked up a newspaper discarded by passers-by and suddenly discovered that the person on the front page of the newspaper was actually Mr. Wang.
When Mr. Wang was in decline, he received great help from Mr. Chen Fucai's father. Chen Fucai also met him several times. However, due to personnel changes, he lost contact. This time, when Chen Fucai saw that Mr. Wang had become a famous entrepreneur, he hugged him to death.
I went to Mr. Wang for help as if I were a doctor. Naturally, Mr. Wang was not easy to see, but after a lot of effort, I finally met him.
Mr. Wang finally recognized the beggar-like Chen Fucai, and he almost shed tears, because Chen Fucai was really down and out at this time. Mr. Wang originally despised what Chen Fucai's father had done, but no matter what, Chen Fucai's father did help him back then.
Now that he saw that Chen Fucai was in such a state, he couldn't help but burst out with gratitude. Originally, Chen Fucai didn't have much hope when he met Mr. Wang, he just hoped that he could give him some money. But Mr. Wang thought that he
I was indebted to Chen's father, and today my old friend's son came to ask for help. I must repay him, so I tied up Chen Fucai and arranged for him to work in his company, with the intention of cultivating him. Chen Fucai was a newbie here, and he was suddenly moved by
From hell to heaven, he was naturally cautious and lived with his tail between his legs. Mr. Wang loved the house and the bird, cultivated him more intensively, and introduced him to the Hebang. He would also tell Chen Fucai the allusions of the Hebang and the grievances and grievances in the world.
But later, Chen Fucai's true nature gradually came out, because Chen Fucai's father was a deceiver and abductor with a bad nature, which naturally infected Chen Fucai. To be honest, the most right thing Chen's father did was to help Mr. Wang. Of course, Chen Fucai's true nature was revealed.
Mr. Wang's subordinates found out that Chen Fucai was greedy and told Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang secretly observed and found that Chen Fucai was indeed like this and had damaged the interests of the company. Mr. Wang finally made up his mind not to let Chen Fucai work in the company.
However, Mr. Wang still gave him a small piece of the company's business.
With the support of Mr. Wang, Chen Fucai managed to make a lot of money. Although he is no longer working under Mr. Wang, Chen Fucai is still very self-aware. He knows that his current wealth is only due to Mr. Wang.
Shi, I have no foundation. If I fight with others, it doesn't matter if I'm facing ordinary people. If my opponent has a background, he will be overwhelmed and even beaten back to his original form, so he usually goes to Mr. Wang's place.
Condominium dating.
That time when he led some people to demolish my house and was kicked out by me and the master, Chen Fucai had already found a lot of people, but this guy recalled that the master and I beat them out instantly.
Surprised, I thought to myself, these two people are so good at martial arts, they must be people with good backgrounds. I turned my head and went to find Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang had not had much contact with him since he saw that he had bad conduct, but seeing that he was respectful and someone he had trained, Mr. Wang could not ignore him. When the matter of Chen Fucai's failure to demolish the house was finished, Wang
Mr. Wang knew who we were based on the situation he described, and Mr. Wang couldn't help but sneer.
When Chen Fucai saw Mr. Wang sneer, he felt a little puzzled and asked Mr. Wang cautiously, "Mr. Wang, what are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you!" Mr. Wang said with a straight face.
"Smile, are you laughing at me?" Chen Fucai felt a little nervous.
Mr. Wang looked at Chen Fucai coldly, "I'm laughing at you and you're about to die! Do you know who the two people who beat you are?"
"Who is it?" Chen Fucai was really nervous now.
So, Mr. Wang told the legend between me and the master. But Mr. Wang did not lie. In fact, it was easy for me and the master to deal with small characters like Xiang Chen Fucai. Chen Fucai knew that ruthless characters in the world must avenge themselves.
There are also quite a few.
Mr. Wang scolded Chen Fucai. Before leaving, Mr. Wang said, "Go and apologize. Although the master and the disciple are not careless people, the old guy has a weird personality and the little guy is unyielding. Maybe when
Will cause trouble for you."
"Yes!" Chen Fucai bent down and turned to leave.
"Besides, if you continue to behave as you did before, you won't be here anymore!"
"Yes, I will change it." Chen Fucai turned around and walked away, wondering when he would find an opportunity to apologize to me and the master.
Chen Fucai just happened to have completed this project, and all the arrangements were completed. After careful calculation, he made a lot of money. The next project had not yet been completed, and because he had some free time, Chen Fucai started to pick up antiques, because Chen Fucai's father was famous for his antiques.
Dealer, Chen Fucai has been exposed to cultural relics since he was a child. Naturally, he is an expert in this industry. In addition, now that he is rich, he has the ability to buy and sell cultural relics.
On this day, Chen Fucai and two antique dealers set up a dragon gate array in the teahouse. Chen Fucai, who was influenced by his father, was naturally very familiar with antiques. Unknowingly, he started talking about Ming and Qing furniture from gems and jades.
"Actually, Ming and Qing furniture, in my opinion, should be called Ming Dynasty furniture." Chen Fucai took a sip of tea and waited for the other party to ask questions.
Sure enough, a thinner antique dealer asked "Why?"
"Why? Haha!" Chen Fucai laughed. "The first thing is that the material of Qing Dynasty furniture is not good."
"Is the material bad?" The two antique dealers were a little confused.
"What kind of furniture is the most valuable?"
“Of course it’s sandalwood and rosewood!”
"Yes, but haven't you seen that the red sandalwood furniture of the Qing Dynasty made of large pieces of wood is much less expensive than that of the Ming Dynasty?" Chen Fucai asked.
Two people nodded unconsciously, and one said, "Yes, the materials of Qing Dynasty furniture are indeed not as good as those of Ming Dynasty furniture."
In fact, with the development of maritime transportation in the Ming Dynasty and the huge demand for rosewood wood, the Ming government had set up procurement in Nanyang to specifically purchase sandalwood. By the end of the Ming Dynasty, all the high-quality firewood in Nanyang had been cut down, and the Qing Dynasty wanted to
However, the growth of red sandalwood trees is very slow. The remaining red sandalwood trees have not yet matured, are not thick enough to hold, and the knots are not straight, so they cannot be used at all. Therefore, most of the wood used in the red sandalwood furniture in the Qing Dynasty is the stock of wood collected in the Ming Dynasty.
, so in terms of material, the wood of the Qing Dynasty naturally lost 10%.
Of course, I also know this allusion because I have been to the place where red sandalwood is produced. Of course, that is another story, so let’s not mention it for now.
But it was said that the three people were complimenting each other. Chen Fucai said that if there was a good red sandalwood, he must buy one. The two people were naturally complimenting each other and said to Chen Fucai, "Who are you? You are rich and knowledgeable."
, I will definitely be able to put away the good things. At this time, the wine and food had already been served, and the three of them devoured the food with great joy. They ate until late in the evening and then dispersed.
Chen Fucai picked his teeth and walked home burping from wine. Hey, it's pretty good to be able to survive like this. Chen Fucai thought with satisfaction. Chen Fucai didn't drive. It was very close to his home. When he was about to get home, something suddenly happened behind him.
A voice came from "Friend, it seems you know sandalwood very well?"
Chen Fucai suddenly turned around and saw a person following behind him, wearing a big black windbreaker, a black sun hat, and a pair of big sunglasses on his face. His face could not be seen clearly. Chen Fucai immediately became alert, "You are
Who? What's the matter?"
"Didn't you want to buy a good red sandalwood at the wine table just now? I have an object here, I don't know if it can catch your eye." The person said calmly, and then packed a bag tightly and squarely.
The cloth bag was handed to Chen Fucai.
Chen Fucai was stunned and stretched out his hand to take the package, but the other party still refused to let go. Chen Fucai suddenly understood and lowered his head to the cloth bag, sniffing slowly...
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