In the parking lot of the antique market, a man with a plaster on his left arm sneaked up to a white Maserati, took out a dagger and stabbed it into the tire.
"puff!"
After a muffled sound, the tire deflated instantly.
Then another tire was punctured. For twenty seconds, all four tires were spared.
It wasn't over yet, the man came to the hood and drew an oversized tortoise with a dagger.
Then it was time for free play. In less than two minutes, the million-dollar luxury car was scratched and bruised all over.
The man smiled with satisfaction, put away the dagger, spat and walked towards Lu Fei.
The moment the two people passed each other, the man was stunned for a moment and called out tentatively.
"Brother Fei?" ??
Unfortunately, Lu Fei didn't react and continued to move forward.
The man patted his head and said to himself.
"Hell, you're talking like Brother Fei!"
After saying that, the man walked away without noticing Lu Fei crossing the road, with two crystal tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
At night, the bustling antique market dissipates but remains lively. The noisy retail area during the day turns into a paradise for square dance lovers at night.
The exciting music played one after another, the teams jumped for joy, and there were many onlookers.
Passing through the square dance crowd and walking forward are two rows of two-story antique buildings. These are the Caotang stores.
Seeing these stores, Lu Fei felt very depressed.
Walking along these stores, Lu Fei finally saw the plaque of his Jubao Pavilion.
The plaque is upright, the guise is gorgeous, and the doors and windows are neat and spotless.
Everything remains the same but things have changed.
The three-story building next to it was very large. Lu Fei had the impression that the first floor alone was more than a thousand square meters.
This building used to be the Caotang developer's own travel goods store, but now it is Tianbao Auction House.
Shared by the Auction House and Jubao Pavilion A wall can be said to be a seamless connection.
No wonder they came up with the idea of the Zhenbao Pavilion. As long as the Zhenbao Pavilion is taken down and a door is opened in the wall, it will become a whole.
Unlike other stores, the lights at Tianbao Auction House were still bright at this time, and it seemed that they were making final preparations for the autumn auction in three days.
Lu Fei clenched his fists and gritted his teeth secretly and said lightly, "You don't have much time left."
Go through the store and go straight to the east gate. This is also a retail area during the day, but at night, it becomes a ghost market.
The ghost market first emerged in Liulichang, Tiandu. In the late Qing Dynasty, palace maids and eunuchs turned into house thieves. They stole a large number of good items in the palace and sold them to Liulichang stores at low prices.
These things couldn't be seen in the light, and the store owners didn't dare to sell them openly, so they thought of secretly taking them out and selling them at street stalls at night.
In the past, there were no LED lights, and at night all lighting relied on lanterns.
Due to poor lighting, not only stolen goods sold well, but also fakes and imitations could be sold at high prices, so the ghost market was passed down.
The stalls are noisy and lively during the day, but the ghost market is quiet at night.
Some of the stall owners were playing with their mobile phones, and some simply fell asleep.
As long as you don't take the initiative to ask for a price, the other party will never pay attention to you.
Lu Fei arrived earlier, so there weren't many people visiting the ghost market.
After visiting dozens of stalls, Lu Fei didn't find anything valuable. When he was about to leave, a special smell suddenly entered Lu Fei's nostrils, which lifted his spirits.
Looking for the smell, I walked slowly over and squatted down in front of a stall selling calligraphy, painting and ancient books.
He casually picked up a book and flipped through it slowly, watching the stall next to him calmly from the corner of his eye.
stall next to
It was a pitiful little one. A snakeskin bag was opened and spread flat on the ground. On the bag were several porcelain Buddhas and a few dishes and bowls, all worthless handicrafts.
The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties, short and slovenly, wearing a cotton coat full of dirt and holes.
The man was lying on his side on the ground, sleeping soundly with a bulging fertilizer bag on his head.
Glancing at the fertilizer bag, a smile flashed across Lu Fei's face.
He stood up and continued walking, going around in a circle and back again, finding a dark place to sit on the ground, his eyes fixed on the fertilizer bag.
Lu Fei sat there all night, and the sloppy man also slept all night, and no one bothered him at all.
At dawn, the sanitation workers began to clean the market, and the sloppy man sat up lazily and slowly cleaned up the stall.
The handicrafts on the ground were casually thrown into the snakeskin bags and loaded onto the tricycle, but the fertilizer bag was taken with extra care.
The sloppy man slowly left the market on a tricycle. Lu Fei bought a shared bicycle at the entrance of the market and followed him.
An hour and a half later, Lu Fei followed the sloppy man to a small chicken farm on the edge of Fenghuang Village in the suburbs.
Seeing the sloppy man entering the two mobile houses, Lu Fei quietly followed him.
The sloppy man Zhao Yong had just entered the house, and Zhao Yonggang's wife Guihua came out of the back room when she heard the sound.
Seeing Zhao Yonggang, Guihua asked expectantly.
"Has the boss sold it?"
Zhao Yonggang shook his head and sighed.
"No, I didn't dare to take it out."
Osmanthus cried out loudly.
"You stillborn god, why are you such a waste?"
"Do you know that my son is going to die? If we don't have money for a kidney transplant, our son is going to die!"
Zhao Yonggang squatted on the ground holding his head and sobbing.
"I know, I know, but I just don't dare!"
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"There are a lot of people there. If the police discover you, you will never see me again in this life!"
Osmanthus cried and hugged Zhao Yonggang and said.
"Master, please cry."
"I know you are an honest person, but I really can't wait any longer!"
"Liu Shenxian said that the baby can live for up to three months. I don't want to watch the baby die. He is only eleven years old!"
"Master, don't go. I'm going tonight. I'm willing to risk everything. I must sell it tonight."
The couple hugged each other and cried, when suddenly a voice sounded.
"Don't you all go, I bought the things."
"ah--"
The couple were so frightened that they sat on the ground at the same time. When they saw clearly that the person speaking was a strange bald boy, they were so frightened that they broke out in sweat.
"Which one are you?"
"What are you going to do?"
Zhao Yonggang thought that police officers would come to his door after the Dongchuang incident, and he was so frightened that he was shaking like chaff.
However, his wife Guihua had the courage to ask.
Lu Fei smiled and said.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a patrol officer."
"I came here with your boss, and the purpose is to buy the things you dug up."
"ah--"
"How do you know?"
"No, no, no, we have nothing, we haven't dug anything."
"Boom!"
Osmanthus trembled nervously, and suddenly something fell in front of her.
Osmanthus took a look and opened her eyes in surprise.
That thing turned out to be money, a brand new wad of money, worth ten thousand yuan.
Lu Fei threw out another stack and said.
"Stop talking nonsense. The 20,000 yuan is the deposit. The goods can satisfy me. I have plenty of money."