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. They were obviously not used to it and kept pulling their sleeves from time to time, 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, "That's how they dress in movies. It makes them look professional..."
"We open a company to make money. Besides, you're running 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 trying to pull down his front lapel: "You can't even throw a brick out. Aren't you just waiting to get beaten?"
Du Ruo...
Fan Jun glared at the two guys and slapped them on the forehead: "How many times have I told you that we are a security company, not a gang? Stop throwing bricks at me 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 established, it would be a waste to make use of it. Before leaving, Du Ruo 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 anything goes wrong, you can come back and settle the score 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 drooped, waiting for her.
He was dressed uncharacteristically, simply in jeans and a white shirt, a stark contrast to his usual style.
Du Ruo was surprised: "Where did the sun come out 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 I used to be without these glittering golden clothes."
Du Ruo...
Ling Yun sighed: "But I have to change. I have to keep a low profile and not let anyone 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: "I think there is a little bit. Besides, don't I 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: "Those bronze artifacts have appeared again, the kind with inscriptions, you know?"
"Wasn't that a few years later?"
Ling Yun understood Du Ruo's unspoken meaning and nodded. "That's how it was originally meant to be, but that batch of bronze artifacts really did appear, and those in the industry who are well-informed should have known about it by now."
Du Ruo looked at Ling Yun worriedly: "Are you going to be in trouble?"
"Originally, this matter had already sunk into obscurity. I was planning to regroup and prepare for two years before reconsidering the matter. Who knew the situation would change?"
Du Ruo seemed to be thinking: "So what are your plans when you come here? Investigate first or wait and see?"
Ling Yun said seriously, "Originally, I came here to buy some goods, to see if there was anything I could get my hands on. But someone told me that the bronze artifacts first appeared here. I wanted to follow the clues and find them. Maybe I could get some clues in advance."
"How easy is this?"
Ling Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Last time I didn't have enough time, but this time I have plenty of time. Even if I have to go to heaven or hell, I will get him out."
Du Ruo understood that the "he" Ling Yun was referring to was Ling Yun's father, Ling Feng, a man who made counterfeits so well that even precision instruments could not detect them.
Du Ruo patted Ling Yun's shoulder and said, "There's no rush for this kind of thing. 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 to observe it carefully.
The alley is divided into two parts. One part sells second-hand items, such as radios, watches, necklaces, and rings. These things have nothing to do with antiques, they are just second-hand items with 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 they are so cheap is that these goods are not obtained in a legitimate way. Most of them are stolen goods. They are things picked up by those "big wheels", "small wheels" and "skylight" people on trains, buses and streets, and they are all sold here.
There are also some people who break into houses and pick locks. They have even more things in their hands, and many of them sell them in packages.
There are quite a few people strolling here, and everyone basically knows where the things come from, but these things are really tempting, and they are cheap, really cheap.
The second half specializes in selling antiques. As for their origins, you cannot 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 blame yourself. There is no such thing as looking for an explanation 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, "One thing."
As he spoke, he kept walking and pulled Du Ruo to walk quickly to the back, but Du Ruo broke free from his hand 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 read.
She slowly opened the scroll and motioned Lingyun to turn on the flashlight. The flashlight shone on the painting. Lingyun glanced 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 driver 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 owner of 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 tucked in a long way. He was trying hard to pull it out, inserting his fingers into the tape hole to reel it up, without even looking at Du Ruo.
Du Ruo rolled up the scroll and asked the shopkeeper, "How much is it?"
The young boss said nonchalantly, "Ten dollars, take it."
Du Ruo: "Five dollars!"
"Deal!" the young boss answered decisively.
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