But the foreign devils, if there is one pit, there is one! If there are two pits, there is a pair!

Zhao Fangrui was shocked. "300 yuan for a spittoon?"

Wang Dagang waved his hand and chuckled, "The market is just starting out, and prices are very chaotic. That's how it is. Everyone wants to find a bargain, to get a taste of the action, and they have to... Some unsophisticated people even find coal stoves novelty, and they bring a green note and ask to exchange it..."

"Green? Two dollars? Twenty cents?" Cheng Fugui found that he really enjoyed listening to his two nephews talking. They talked about all sorts of things under the sun, which was very interesting.

Wang Dagang shook his head and held up a finger, saying, "US dollars, 100."

One hundred dollars is over three hundred yuan! Wang Xiongtian was intrigued by this. His nephew might be a bit of a jerk, but money wasn't something he could fabricate. It seemed like there was a future for them as ragpickers, wasn't it?!

Jiu Tiao came over and listened with great interest. He also wanted to pick up scraps and cheat the foreigners!

Wang Dagang and Wei Xingwu's eyes lit up at Jiutiao's lofty ambitions, and they immediately answered every question. Even if they weren't asked, they would still explain it in detail.

"Hmm... Hmm!" Kujo kept listening, nodding, his eyes serious. Regardless of whether he listened or not, this attitude was truly pleasing.

Wang Dagang felt that he had found a sense of accomplishment in this kid. He had a keen eye for goods now, so it was not impossible for him to take in any apprentice...

These two people really brought her good news! Not only because the 2,000 yuan she had invested originally accounted for 30% of the store's shares, and now the market was hot, the investment cost had been recovered, but also because there was another thing that excited her -

She has plenty of antiques and other things!

Since she already had a store, she could consign a batch of goods first. What if someone came and took advantage of her? As for how to distribute the remaining fine goods, she would have to think carefully about it. Maybe she could open an antique shop privately... Cheng Zhenzhu pondered to herself.

Over here, the people on Sanshi Island were chatting idly about the emerging antique market, while over there, the Sharp Knife Special Forces team where Yitiao was located had another mission assigned to them.

Their mission this time is to track down a batch of cultural relics.

According to intelligence, this batch of cultural relics disappeared, and some of them were the work of Japan. These are cultural relics specially protected by their country, and the appearance of Japan makes them suspect that someone is colluding with them!

————"The Japanese are extremely vicious, insidious and cunning. If you encounter a dangerous moment, protecting yourself is the most important thing, you don't have to worry about leaving anyone alive..."

Before departure, the instructor left the following instructions to the nine members of the Sharp Knife Special Operations Team:

"Yes!" Nine special forces soldiers, armed to the teeth and full of fighting spirit, puffed out their chests and roared.

Let’s go kill the Japanese devils!

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————"Fourth sister, is this really worth it for us? Even if we sacrifice our lives for the old man, he may not even look at us..."

Deep in the dense forest, the vast expanse stretches as far as the eye can see. Scarface Fang Lao Er grows increasingly desperate as he walks. With the Japanese in front and pursuers behind, he decides it's best to just find a place to bury himself—it'll save him some trouble...

"It is our honor to sacrifice our lives for the old man!" Wen Simei walked quickly through the dense forest with a firm gaze, with a hint of anticipation in her heart.

There must be someone waiting somewhere to pick them up. The old man treats them as his own children and will not give up on them so easily!

Seeing that Wen Simei was once again oblivious to everything she said, obsessed only with the old man, acting like a devout believer, Scarface Fang Laoer could only resign himself to her fate and follow. He always said that Simei was crazy, but wasn't he also crazy? He watched himself soberly as he headed towards his own doom...

Originally, they had worked with the Japanese to obtain the treasure, but the old man had instructed them to keep it in the end. So, midway through their journey, they fell out with the Japanese, and now Chinese special forces have joined the hunt. They are now trapped on both sides, with no escape possible.

They couldn't take the things away, so they could only find a place to hide them and mark them so that the old man and his men could find them. But they,

Where is the hiding place that can accommodate them?

“Here!”

In the quiet drizzle, members of the Sharp Knife Special Forces crossed streams and valleys, their camouflage colors blending harmoniously with the green forest around them. Captain Zhong Dawa, oh no, Zhong Anshi suddenly raised his hand to indicate that he had discovered something.

There were a patchwork of footprints on the ground, showing they had left in a hurry. They also found a few bullet casings around them, suggesting a battle had taken place...

"We've found footprints here again. We're heading in the right direction." Their investigation had been somewhat disoriented due to the lack of details they knew. But then it suddenly started to rain, a drizzle at that. The wet ground left footprints but didn't wash away their tracks. It was truly a blessing from heaven...

Ichijo looked at the footprints and frowned.

Zhou Shanwu, codenamed Wushan, also seemed to have discovered something and looked around intuitively.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Dawa asked.

"Something is wrong..." Zhou Shanwu was very confident in his extraordinary intuition.

He always felt as if this place was shrouded by something. It might be a bit abstract, but that clouded sixth sense lingered.

"It feels like the footprints aren't as deep as the ones before..." There were so many things wrong, but this was the one that Ichijo felt was the most wrong.

"The footprints are getting lighter..." Zhong Anshi thought for a moment,

Then Hu Xiaoshan, who was from the reconnaissance company, spoke up, "Could it be because they unloaded the stuff?"

Zhong Anshi nodded, "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

"Wow! There are so many dead snakes here, I'm scared to death..."

As the voice fell, a smiling face appeared on the tree, the face of which could not be seen clearly, only eight big teeth could be seen. Then the face picked up several snakes and put them on the ground with a giggle.