Chapter 86 Ghost Market

The next day, Fan Jun brought a few brothers to Du Ruo's office on time.

Fan Jun deliberately made several of his brothers wear suits, but they were obviously not used to it and kept tugging at their sleeves, which made Du Ruo laugh.

"If you don't like wearing a suit, then don't wear it. No one forces you to wear a suit."

Fan Jun whispered: "This is how people dress in movies. It makes you look professional..."

"We open a company to make money. Besides, you open a security company, not a film company."

"That's how bodyguards dress..."

Hou Ming behind him whispered, "I think our President Du is right. This dress is so awkward. How can we fight with others?"

Zhang Aiguo was desperately pulling down his front lapel: "You can't even get rid of a brick, aren't you just waiting to get beaten?"

Du Ruo...

Fan Jun glared at the two guys and slapped them on the head: "How many times have I told you that we are a security company, not a gang, so stop throwing bricks at us all the time?"

After talking for a whole morning, several people reached a preliminary agreement, but the specific contract still needs to be drafted by a lawyer.

Since a security company has been set up, it would be a good idea to make use of it. Before leaving, Du Ruolin entrusted the safety of his home to Fan Jun.

Fan Jun patted his chest and assured: "Don't talk about whether it's the company or not. He's my nephew, just leave him to me. If there's any loss, come back and settle with me."

It was already noon when Du Ruo arrived in H City. She was shocked when she entered the hotel. Ling Yun was sitting in the hotel lobby with his head down, waiting for her.

He was dressed uncharacteristically, in simple jeans and a white shirt, which was completely different from his usual style.

Du Ruo was surprised: "Where did the sun come from? Where is the golden light?"

Ling Yun touched his sleeves and said depressedly, "Really? Ruoruo, I feel like I'm not as energetic as before without my shiny golden clothes."

Du Ruo...

Ling Yun sighed: "But I have to change it. I have to keep a low profile and not let people recognize me, otherwise I won't be able to do anything."

As he spoke, he led Du Ruo to the room: "Ruoruo, you don't know, since I changed into this dress, I feel like my luck has been reduced by half."

Du Ruo stopped and looked at him: "Are you sure you have that thing?"

Ling Yun compared his two fingers and said, "I think it is somewhat true. Besides, don't we still have you?"

The two entered the room. Du Ruo sat on the sofa and asked Ling Yun, "Stop talking nonsense. What's going on?"

Ling Yun frowned: "That batch of bronze objects has appeared again, the kind with inscriptions, you know?"

"That wasn't..." (Was it a few years later?)

Ling Yun understood Du Ruo's unfinished meaning and nodded: "Originally, that's what happened, but the batch of bronze artifacts really appeared, and those who are well-informed in the industry should have known about it by now."

Du Ruo looked at Ling Yun worriedly: "Are you in any trouble?"

"Originally, this matter had already sunk to the back of my mind. I was planning to regroup and prepare for two years before considering the matter again. Who knew that the situation would change?"

Du Ruo thought for a moment, "So what are your plans here? Investigate first or wait and see?"

Ling Yun said seriously, "I was originally here to buy some goods, to see if there was anything I could get, but someone told me that the batch of bronze wares first appeared here, so I wanted to follow the clues and find it, maybe I could find some clues in advance?"

"How can this be easy?"

Ling Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Last time I didn't have enough time, but this time I have plenty of time. I will get him out even if I have to go to heaven or hell."

Du Ruo understood that the "he" that Ling Yun was talking about was Ling Yun's father, Ling Feng, a man who made counterfeits so good that even sophisticated instruments could not detect them.

Du Ruo patted Ling Yun on the shoulder and said, "This kind of thing can't be rushed, take your time."

Du Ruo and Ling Yun went out that night under the cover of darkness, planning to take a walk in the "ghost market" outside the east gate.

The "ghost market" is located in an alley outside the east gate. The alley is very deep and there is only very dim light. People who come to view the goods carry a flashlight with them. If they see something that catches their eye, they turn on the flashlight and observe it carefully.

The alley is divided into two parts. One part sells second-hand items, such as radios, watches, necklaces, and rings. These items have nothing to do with antiques, they are simply second-hand items at very low prices. For example, a watch that costs three to five hundred yuan in the market only costs fifty or sixty yuan here.

The reason why it is so cheap is that these goods are not obtained in a legitimate way. Most of them are stolen goods. They are things that those "big wheels", "small wheels" and "skylight" people pick up on trains, buses and streets, and they are sold here.

There are also some people who break into houses and pick locks. They have even more stuff in their hands, and many of them sell it in packages.

There are quite a few people who come here to stroll around. Everyone basically knows where the things come from, but these things are really tempting. They are cheap, really cheap.

The second half is for those who specialize in selling antiques. As for their origins, you can’t tell them. Anyway, when you come to this place, don’t ask about their origins. Everyone knows the rules. Even if something goes wrong after buying something, you have to take the blame. There is no such thing as looking for an account later.

Du Ruo followed Ling Yun and walked slowly into the alley. Ling Yun whispered to her, "I received an invitation to a small trade fair. Let's go and have a look together tomorrow."

Du Ruo glanced at him and asked, "Is there anything you're interested in?"

Ling Yun said vaguely, "There is one thing."

As he spoke, he kept walking and tried to quickly walk back, pulling Du Ruo. However, Du Ruo shook his hand off and stopped at a second-hand goods stall.

Ling Yun muttered quietly behind her: "This is a daily necessity, not an antique."

Du Ruo ignored him and reached out to take a scroll that someone had just looked at.

She slowly opened the scroll and motioned Lingyun to turn on the flashlight. The flashlight shone on the painting. Lingyun looked down and said, "There are plenty of these things. Do you like this? I haven't heard you mention it before."

This is a contemporary painting of the construction of the Four Modernizations. It shows a tractor operator and someone next to him holding a red flag. The painting is quite new and does not look like it has been hung before.

The young boss at the stall was fiddling with the tape recorder in his hand with his head down. The tape head was a little loose, and the tape was wound a long way in. He was trying hard to pull it out, inserting his fingers into the tape hole to wind it up, without even looking at Du Ruo.

Du Ruo rolled up the scroll and asked the young owner, "How do you sell it?"

The young boss said nonchalantly, "Ten dollars, take it."

Du Ruo: “Five dollars!”

"Deal!" The young boss answered decisively.