Chapter 147

nt a few hundred to buy a Sony Walkman from the music store. Of course, I had to buy tapes too, these things were really expensive back then. The Japanese really made a killing selling these things.Al...Liu Yushan and Zhao Ye left in the afternoon, Zhao Ye had his hand broken and seemed to be affected by corpse qi. He felt ashamed and insisted on giving someone 100,000 yuan as a thank you.

Liu Yushan smiled and shook his head, saying it wasn't necessary. They came to help not for the money.

Looking at the departing crowd, I sighed inwardly, "This is what it means to be in the Jianghu. This is connections, this is people risking their lives to help each other without asking for money, all based on face. When will I, Xiang Yunfeng, have such a strong presence"

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"Second brother's situation isn't optimistic. I said, if it doesn't get better, we should send him to the hospital, but he shook his head and said sending him to the hospital wouldn't work. He said this isn't a sickness that a hospital could cure. He said he would ask friends to inquire about it in the Guangxi Miao villages."

People were rescued, but how long they can live is a big question.

After Yao Yumen left, our team returned to the inn. The proprietress, surnamed Qin, was a slightly plump middle-aged woman.

When she saw them, she exclaimed in astonishment: "My goodness, where have all of you been You're all covered in dirt!"

I was thinking, you guys have paid a year's worth of rent, why haven't you been living here What's up with this big brother" the landlady said, pointing at Sun Lao Er.

He coughed and said, "It's nothing, Boss Lady. We went on a trip, didn't we just come back Everything's fine here. We'll call you if anything happens."

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The next day, he gave me a task. He asked me to go to the local antique market and find a boss surnamed Zhao. He told me to ask Boss Zhao to contact his boss, and once they were in touch, we would meet and shake hands, saying we had goods to sell.

I was involved in this matter from start to finish, so I naturally understand what it means.

Before that batch of bronze ware, we only sold half, and I also got tens of thousands. It seems like the goal is to quickly turn the remaining half into cash.

As mentioned before, this type of bronzeware was mainly sold to Hong Kong. Some unearthed artifacts, after being auctioned in Hong Kong, could be laundered and circulated legally. Others, larger pieces that couldn't be laundered, often ended up in the private collections of wealthy individuals in Hong Kong.

It's safest to sell to this kind of person because they have money and won't sell. This way, we are naturally the safest, and even if the police are capable, they can't check those people's private warehouses.

I reckon Boss Zhao, who I'm looking for, should be connected to those running to Hong Kong.

This is a big deal, it's not just about that batch of bronze wares, there are also the three pieces we brought out with Red Sister. Those three bronze wares depicting the mysterious totem of the ancient Yue Kingdom are extremely high-grade. I estimate that even if we asked for one million, someone would be willing to pay it.

Keep in mind, a million dollars at the turn of the millennium is comparable to upwards of ten million today.

There's a small antique market in Fengnan District of Shun De. When I went there, the market wasn't very crowded. Following a tip, I entered an antique shop called San Lao Ge. The shopkeeper, whose surname was Zhao, was a large man nicknamed Zhao San Pang by locals.

"Hey little bro, just take a look around. Everything in my shop is treasure, all antique stuff."

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Seeing no one around, I lowered my voice and said, "Mr. Zhao, Wang Xiangshen sent me. He asked you to contact your boss and say that we have goods to sell."

As soon as the fat man heard it was Wang Xian Sheng, his expression immediately tightened. He shut the shop door and told the clerk to draw all the curtains.

Walked into the inner room, the chubby boss poured me a cup of tea and whispered: "Little brother, how much goods did you bring this time What's the selection like How big a bowl can it fit in"

He's using industry jargon here. I said with a serious face, "We have donkey meat and dragon meat, it's so much that we can't fit it in a bowl, we need to use a vat."

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"Dragon meat!" The fat boss slammed his fist on the table, his face full of excitement. "Really How many pieces"

I thought about it and gave him three fingers.

"Good boy... " The fat boss said, sweating profusely, "If I mess this up, my wife will have to send me off."

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