The child puffed up his mouth and said in a sweet voice, "Well, my dad opened the door, but one of them couldn't stand firm, fell, and his hand was broken. Dad is in great pain. He went to see the doctor..."
Looking at the teenage child in front of him, Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and asked: "Then you are here to report, who is watching the gate?"
The child blinked and said, "My sister!"
"Oh, okay, then tell me, who came to find me?"
"I don't know, but I asked and the man said his name was Mr. Ding. "
"Mr. Ding?" Ma Xiaoquan stood up suddenly and said quickly, "Quick, take me there..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of laughter coming from the study door.
"Haha, no need, I'm already in."
Ma Xiaoquan laughed, opened both doors of the study, and went out in person.
Mr. Ding was standing at the door of the study. When he saw Ma Xiaoquan, his hands were already in fists and he gave Ma Xiaoquan his hands.
Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward and returned the greeting, politely saying: "Mr. Ding, you are really a dragon that never sees its tail. I am just worried, so you are here. Come on, please come in!"
Mr. Ding nodded without any politeness and walked into the study room ahead of Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan followed and poured Mr. Ding a cup of tea himself.
Mr. Ding did not drink tea first, but pushed the tea cup aside and asked Ma Xiaoquan: "Are you worried that Wei Zhongxian took your things?"
Ma Xiaoquan was surprised how Mr. Ding knew, but he also thought that Mr. Ding and the Hua family were inextricably linked, and the Hua family had good information, so it would not be too difficult to know the agreement between him and Wei Zhongxian.
"But because of a certain person?" Mr. Ding asked again.
Ma Xiaoquan nodded.
"Well!" Mr. Ding then picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "If it were a human being, it would be a bit difficult to handle? But it's not uncontrollable?"
Ma Xiaoquan asked Mr. Ding: "Sir, what do you know?"
Mr. Ding smiled mysteriously, took out a letter from his sleeve pocket, laid it on the table, and pushed it to Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan picked up the letter, opened it and read it, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Mr. Ding, is this really okay?"
Mr. Ding smiled mysteriously again, then stood up and handed over to Ma Xiaoquan: "I'm just here to deliver the letter. I won't ask any questions about anything else. Okay, Ma Xiaoquan, I'm leaving!"
After speaking, Mr. Ding turned and left.
Ma Xiaoquan did not get up to see him off again. He had learned something about Mr. Ding's temperament from Hua Yue. This man liked purity and always lived alone. Hey, let him go. Anyway, he left this letter
, it has actually helped me a lot.
After sorting out his thoughts, Ma Xiaoquan ordered someone to call Lisa.
After the incense burning time, Lisa came. Seeing Ma Xiaoquan, Lisa was a little confused: "Sir, didn't you ask me and my father to collect gold and silver coins? We..."
Before Lisa could finish her words, Ma Xiaoquan interrupted her and said, "Just let your father continue collecting. Lisa, you go with me to a place tonight."
"Where is it?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and said: "I haven't been there specifically. In short, you can just go with me."
"Yes, sir!"
...
Late at night, Ma Xiaoquan and Hua Yue dressed up in disguise and headed to the place indicated in Mr. Ding's letter.
This is a slum area located in the southeast corner of Beijing. In this area, there are people from all walks of life. When the government inspects it, they don’t come here much. This area is backed by mountains, and behind the mountains there are many people.
There is a deep trench. This geographical location ensures that there is a natural defense barrier here, so there is no need to worry too much about invasion by foreign enemies. Secondly, because the people here are too complex, fights often occur. In addition,
Most of the people living here are poor and idle people, and the government generally turns a blind eye to this, as long as it does not threaten the interests of the officials.
There is no curfew in Beijing at night. Ma Xiaoquan and Hua Yue were walking on the streets and occasionally saw some young men coming out to enjoy the nightlife.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, Lisa shivered twice, rubbed her shoulders and said: "It's really cold at night..."
Ma Xiaoquan took off his robe and put it on Lisa. Lisa looked at Ma Xiaoquan with emotion. Just as she was about to say thank you, Ma Xiaoquan suddenly reached out and covered her mouth.
"Don't make any noise yet." Ma Xiaoquan frowned, looked back a few times, and then whispered to Lisa, "Someone is following us..."
Lisa took off Ma Xiaoquan's hand covering her mouth and whispered: "What should we do?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly: "It must be Wei Zhongxian's, but it doesn't matter... just let him follow."
After that, Ma Xiaoquan took Lisa's hand and turned around until he came to a long street.
The long street is not very wide, but there are various stalls lined up on both sides of the street, and every stall is guarded.
Lisa pulled Ma Xiaoquan's clothes in surprise and said, "Sir, what is this?"
Ma Xiaoquan squinted his eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "This place is called a dark market. Well, it can also be called a ghost market."
"Dark market? Ghost market? What is it?"
Ma Xiaoquan actually didn't know much about it, but Mr. Ding left a letter specifically explaining the meaning of the dark market. He learned and sold now: "This dark market is actually the buying and selling of antiques and rare things that you can't usually buy.
It’s a place, but it’s only at night. As soon as it starts to get light, the dark market will close its stalls immediately.”
Lisa nodded: "I understand. What do you mean, sir, are we going to come here to hunt for those gold and silver coins?"
"Smart!" Ma Xiaoquan nodded, "However, because the light is too dark and the trading methods are hidden, eye-catching things often happen."
"Ah? Then if we buy a fake..." Lisa was worried.
"Humph, who said I want to buy it?" Ma Xiaoquan gave a weird smile.
Lisa didn't understand what Ma Xiaoquan meant. Ma Xiaoquan smiled and patted her hand: "Just follow me."
The two came to a stall. Ma Xiaoquan squatted down and looked carefully at the items placed on the stall.
This is a stall that sells antiques. When the stall owner saw Ma Xiaoquan squatting down to look at the goods, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother, what do you want?"
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head with a smile and said, "Well, just take a look."
"Oh, then look at it!"
Lisa looked at Ma Xiaoquan in confusion, squatted down and asked in a low voice: "Why is that stall owner so lively? If he was an ordinary stall vendor, he would definitely yell at him."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly: "This is a dark market, and the rules are different."