Chapter 951 Capital Chronicle 1
The situation in the capital was more serious than that in Shanghai, but the Palace Museum was well protected and the Cultural Relics Bureau was spared. A large number of cultural relics were preserved, and only the things that were destroyed were probably those copied from every household.
The valuable cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings in the homes of Wen Ruyu, Jin Ruchu, Huang Qinghong and others had long been reduced to ashes in front of them.
It is impossible to save such a fine product as this.
Therefore, all Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue could do was to wander around scrap yards of all sizes, looking for as many cultural relics as they could. They often changed their appearance and went to different scrap yards every day, which did not arouse anyone's suspicion.
After five days of hard work, Feng Qingxue discovered when sorting out the records that the cultural relics found in the capital's scrap yard were not as many as those found in Shanghai.
Of course, that doesn’t include the things they stole from the cultural relics department.
"That's normal." After understanding the situation, Lu Jiang was mentally prepared. "The items sent to the scrap yard are probably broken copper, iron, furniture, porcelain, etc. Gold and silver utensils are handed over to the state, and books, calligraphy and paintings that can be burned are burned to ashes on the spot."
Feng Qingxue sighed, "Although I'm mentally prepared, I can't find the cultural relics and antiques in the Shanghai scrap yard in the scrap yard in this part of the capital. I feel very sorry when I think about the fate of those cultural relics and paintings. I won't say any more. Let's go to the black market and the flea market, and then go to the army to see if we can meet Tianjun."
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In the dim light of evening, the couple happily sneaked into the nearby black market.
There are a lot of wealthy families in the capital, and their assets are worth tens of thousands, what a huge amount.
Having lived in the capital for a period of time, Feng Qingxue certainly knew the location of the black market.
Even new recruits need time to rest. It is impossible to live in training and study every day.
Whether the buyer or the seller, they are basically the same person, and they all keep their eyes and ears open. Many of them have nothing on them, and it is obvious that they intend to discuss the transaction here and then move to a secret place to conduct the transaction.
Lu Jiang gazed at her lovingly, "Okay, now that we've visited most of the scrap yards, let's go to the black market to see if there's anything we can buy. I brought a lot of money with me, let's see if I can buy you some jewelry."
Lu Jiang asked Feng Qingxue in a low voice: "Is it always done this way?"
Feng Qingxue specifically looked at the date. Tomorrow is the weekend, so they can go for a trip.
"Bring some food. Some people don't want money, they just want food." Feng Qingxue knew everything about the black market.
He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat over Feng Qingxue's past transactions in the black market. What should he do if he encounters criminals?
Feng Qingxue thought for a while and said, "Not entirely. Some people who want to sell food will still carry food with them. Otherwise, who would know that they have food to sell? Who would come forward to negotiate with them?" There are ways to do this.
She saw through Lu Jiang's thoughts at a glance and laughed softly, "Ah Jiang, I'm not that stupid. I'm very careful when trading. I'm very cautious. I either choose an elderly woman or an elderly grandfather. Most of the time, I choose the trading location. Sometimes I hide to see if the person is the one I want to trade with. If there are only a few strong men, I won't show up. However, everyone really wants to buy food, so they all abide by the rules of the black market."
Lu Jiang whispered: "Don't come to the black market alone in the future. The second-hand market is okay." The latter is open and aboveboard, while the black market is a place for speculation and profiteering that is strictly prohibited by the state. It can only be carried out in secret, so people's character cannot be fully trusted.
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