Using a counterfeiting method that even my grandfather had been fooled by, we successfully sold a batch of high-quality counterfeit pottery to Ma Quezi for a staggering 4.8 million yuan. And this was only part of my plan.

That afternoon, I parked a used car that I had bought from the used car market, which had not yet been transferred to my name, outside the Wenbo City.

After waiting for about half an hour, Song Laosan, disguised as an old man, got into the car carrying an empty travel bag: "It's settled. The ceramic art shop opposite Chuanshitang is willing to buy our goods. I said the items were dug out of a well at home, and they'll buy them all for 10,000 yuan each!"

A short while later, Monkey got back into the car: "The owner of a shop in the West District is an expert and a nice guy. He told me that these are all good stuff and he wants to sell them all for 100,000 yuan each."

“You can’t sell all of your stuff.” I waved to Monkey and then said to Song Laosan, “Sell all of your goods to the shop opposite Chuanshitang for 10,000 each, and have them pick them up tonight. Monkey’s batch can be distributed to other shops in Wenbo City.”

"Young Master Duan, have you miscalculated the accounts?"

The monkey blinked: "Third Master's goods are only 10,000 each, while mine are 100,000! Why not sell my batch all at once, and Third Master's batch separately? There's a difference of over a million between the two!"

“We sold this batch of goods to set up a trap for Ma Quezi, not to sell counterfeit goods. By doing this now, I have already violated the ancestral teachings. Since the owner of that shop you went to is a good person, we should be even less likely to take advantage of him.”

I lit a cigarette: "This time, when Jiang opened the kiln for clay figurines, he made three pieces of everything. I want to fill the Cultural Expo City with a large number of Western Zhou pottery pieces within two days, and the price of each piece will be very low. Only by creating a contrast can we make Ma Quezi angry."

Old Song immediately understood: "When we're shipping the goods, should we leave an opening for Crippled Ma?"

I thought for a moment and said, "No need. Let's follow the normal procedure. The fewer loopholes, the more realistic the performance."

...

That evening, we sold the second set of pottery to the art shop directly opposite Chuanshitang at a very low price, and seven or eight monkey-themed items also went out.

The next day at noon, after selling two more items, Monkey hurriedly returned to my car: "Young Master Duan, when I passed by Chuanshitang just now, I noticed that the shop across the street had placed the two pottery beans I bought yesterday in the most conspicuous position in the window."

Old Song was taken aback: "You dare to display things from the burial site?"

"This is a good thing. Although Xu Bo of Chuanshitang is impulsive, he has a keen eye."

When I heard Monkey say that, I immediately started the car and merged into the traffic on the street: "I'm not selling the rest of the goods, Monkey. Did you leave them your phone number?"

The monkey nodded: "I didn't proactively leave my phone number, but for a few items, when they were paid for using WeChat, I had them add my phone number. As you requested, I gave them a newly registered mobile number, and the WeChat account wasn't linked to my real name."

Hearing the monkey say that, I felt relieved.

That afternoon, we found a decent-sized bathhouse in the area to rest. Around six o'clock, after we had dinner at the bathhouse, we were getting massages in a private room when Monkey's phone rang.

He ushered the technician outside, then answered the phone and pressed speakerphone: "Hello, who is this?"

The man opposite me smiled and introduced himself: "Young man, I am the owner of Ci'en Calligraphy and Painting Academy. You sold a pottery jar here yesterday afternoon, do you remember me?"

The monkey picked up the water glass and asked, feigning surprise, "Ah, I remember you, but how do you have my phone number?"

"You forgot, I added you on WeChat through your phone number. I just sent you a message and found that you've blocked me."

After identifying himself, the other party quickly got straight to the point: "It's like this, a friend of mine really likes the jar you sold me yesterday, so he wanted me to ask you if you have any other pottery pieces. As long as he likes them, price is not an issue."

Seeing that I nodded, the monkey continued, "How many do you want?"

The other party replied casually, "To be honest, my friend here is a small business owner who's recently taken a fancy to art and opened a private pottery gallery. Right now, he's expanding it, so whatever you have, he can take as much as he wants... Of course, if you can finalize the deal, don't forget about me, the one who introduced you, haha!"

"Okay, call me when you arrive at the Luoyang Funeral Home in two hours."

Monkey hung up the phone and asked me, "Young Master Duan, do you think he really wants to buy the goods, or is Ma the Cripple setting a trap for us?"

I sat up and stretched: "Go and see for yourself. If he really wants to buy something, just pull out any item to get rid of him."

The three of us made up our minds and left the bathhouse, heading towards the agreed-upon location.

Two hours later, the other party called Monkey's cell phone again: "Brother, we've arrived, where are you?"

The monkey yawned: "Our car is a Jinbei Haishi, license plate number 7851, which is the road to the southwest gate."

A few minutes later, a patch of lights suddenly appeared on the road behind us. Song Laosan turned around and immediately raised his voice: "At least five cars have come. This place is so remote, they're probably coming for us."

I glanced in the rearview mirror, started the car, and sped off.

Seeing my movement, the monkey fastened its seatbelt: "Young Master Duan, why are you running? If these people really are Ma Quezi's men, aren't they the ones we've been waiting for?"

I saw the cars behind me getting closer and closer, so I downshifted and sped up: "If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. If you want that cripple to sneak in, you can't make it too fake!"

This Jinbei Haishi was over ten years old and accelerated very slowly. In just over ten seconds, an off-road vehicle behind us caught up and rammed into us.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the rear bumper of our car shattered on the spot, and another car veered to the side and crashed into us again.

"Squeak!"

The axle of the Jinbei van made a teeth-grinding sound, and then I lost control of the steering wheel. The vehicle veered off the road and crashed into the orchard on the side of the road.

After crashing into four or five fruit trees, my car completely lost power. This kind of car doesn't have airbags at all. I don't know where my head hit, and my vision was blurry. I pushed open the car door and stumbled to run away.

"You little bastard! You dare to run away!"

The person who caught up shouted and then kicked me in the lower back.

Before I could even catch my breath, I saw sneakers of all sizes raining down on me.