The next day, outside the Minghua Street scrapyard, Wang Shuning and Tao Zhongxiao were looking around wearing hats.
Wang Shuning: "So careful, is there anyone watching around?"
"There's no one from the Public Security Bureau watching here, but there are a lot of residents here, and people often come here to buy second-hand goods."
Tao Zhongxiao didn't dare to speak loudly. The scrap yard was located in a downtown area and was surrounded by residents. Most people went out to work during the day, and the elderly stayed at home to take care of the children. They liked to wander around when they had nothing to do.
The two men walked in along the wall. After a few steps, Wang Shuning saw a man lying on a bamboo mat with a hat covering his face. If the hand holding the cigarette had not been moving, he would have almost thought it was a dead person.
"Cough cough." Tao Zhongxiao coughed.
The man lifted his hat with his left hand, sat up and looked Wang Shuning up and down, then stood up and walked to the front to close the door of the scrap yard, "Lao Mao."
Tao Zhongxiao nodded, motioning Wang Shuning to follow him, and leaned down to remind her in her ear: "Don't think this is a scrap yard. I know the goods. My price is no cheaper than that of Wangfu Street. I basically don't bargain. At most, I will give you a discount. If you are not happy, I won't do business with you."
Wang Shuning raised his eyebrows, so arrogant, "If he had quoted a genuine price, I wouldn't have bargained for it."
Zhang Xiong turned around and stared at Wang Shuning, "I never quote a false price."
There is a dilapidated bungalow in the corner of the scrap yard, with all kinds of waste and garbage piled next to it.
After entering the room, Zhang Xiong pushed open the secret door on the wall and said, "Open your eyes wide, don't let the light blind you."
Wang Shuning raised the corners of his mouth slightly, how much can there be.
Going down the dim stairs, the air in the basement was smelly. There were no windows and the only lighting was candles.
Wang Shuning looked around vigilantly. It looked like the excavation was done secretly. It was so big that if the excavation technique was not good enough, it would easily collapse.
Three kerosene lamps were lit around, and finally we could see clearly what was in the basement.
Wang Shuning's eyes widened. There were so many things. All the large porcelain pieces were placed on the ground in the corner. In the 50 square meters of space, there must be hundreds of pieces at a glance.
Zhang Xiong saw Wang Shuning's reaction and snorted complacently, "Pick whatever you want. If you come again after today, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy these things."
Tao Zhongxiao asked him curiously: "Are there any big buyers?"
Zhang Xiong admitted: "He bought everything I had, and the price was five points higher."
Wang Shuning asked suspiciously, "If it's five points higher, why are you selling it to me?"
Zhang Xiong curled his lips and said, "They all use foreign currencies, and it's easy to be checked if you go to the bank to exchange. You are someone brought here by Lao Mao, so I have to give my brother some face."
A gloomy look flashed across Wang Shuning's eyes. A foreigner?
"Then I have to pick it quickly. It will be troublesome if I run into them and they start fighting over it."
Zhang Xiong: "It's okay, take your time to choose and pick as many as you can. They won't come until the evening."
Wang Shuning's heartbeat slowed down, and he turned around and started picking things.
Tao Zhongxiao was standing behind her, and Wang Shuning would take down whatever piece she liked and hand it to him to hold.
All I picked were small and exquisite things that were easy to take away without attracting attention.
His eyes swept over the large wooden box placed aside, which contained many exquisite boxes, some of which were carved with dragons and phoenixes.
Wang Shuning reached out and opened one of the boxes.
Zhang Xiong suddenly shouted, "Don't move."
Her hands trembled and she was a little scared. The lid of the box had been opened and the imperial seal was inside.
There are dragon beasts carved on it, which look mighty and angry.
Wang Shuning immediately raised his head and asked, "Are you not selling these?"
Zhang Xiong came over and closed the box, saying expressionlessly, "Everything in this wooden box has been reserved."
Wang Shuning blinked and said jokingly with a smile on his face: "It seems that the good things have been picked up by others. Whatever price they offer, I will pay a little more and you can sell it to me."
Tao Zhongxiao wanted to help speak: "Lao Xiong~"
Before he could finish, Zhang Xiong interrupted him, "Lao Mao, it's not that I don't want to, but they are willing to buy all the things in this room because of this box. There are too few opportunities to sell them all at once."
Then he glanced at Wang Shuning and said, "Except for this box, you can pick any other ones."
Wang Shuning rolled his eyes and nodded readily, "Okay, then you have to give me a lower price."
It seems that this box of things is the main object of tonight's transaction.
With a national treasure like the imperial seal, other things must also be extremely precious.
Wang Shuning picked out a few small and special ceramic bottle ornaments, and the rest were all exquisitely made antique jewelry.
After paying the bill, Zhang Xiong took them out.
After leaving the scrap yard, Wang Shuning said to Tao Zhongxiao, "I have almost finished buying antiques. A batch of goods will arrive in half a month, about one-third of the last batch. I will call you when it arrives."
Tao Zhongxiao nodded excitedly, "Okay, it's still the same phone number. If you like the jade seal, I'll keep an eye out for you."
Wang Shuning shook his head, "No need, actually I don't like it that much."
When she left, she looked back at the scrap yard and said, "Come back in the evening. I want to see which country's people are eyeing China's national treasure."
With so many things, we must use a car to haul them. It definitely won’t be possible before dark as it will be too conspicuous. It will probably be in the middle of the night.
After dinner in the evening, Song's mother first came to her little daughter's room to stare at the clothes she would wear for the blind date tomorrow. "Your dad just cleaned the car. The weather will be good tomorrow, so wear bright colors."
Wang Shuning nodded vigorously, "I know, Mom, I'm a little sleepy and want to go to bed early."
Song's mother was happy, "Get enough rest so you can have a good blind date tomorrow."
After Song's mother left, Wang Shuning squinted his eyes and waited until the lights were turned off at home before running out.
Move the bicycle out of the space and rush to the scrap yard quickly, don't be too late.
There were no street lights on the streets in the 1970s, and she didn't even turn on the flashlight. She staggered along the way relying on the moonlight above her head, and her butt was almost broken.
He stopped the car far away, dressed in black, hid in the corner and stared.
In the summer nights there are mosquitoes everywhere. Even if you wear long pants and long sleeves or socks, your ankles will be bitten and have big lumps. They are very poisonous.
I don’t know how much time has passed. Wang Shuning squinted his eyes and looked at the watch face on his wrist. It was almost eleven o’clock. Did he come already, or hasn’t he come yet?
Fearing that Zhang Xiong would find out, she held back and went in to take a look. The mosquito bites were so itchy that she scratched the back of her hand, and a stinging pain ensued.
A long car turned from a distant intersection without its lights on, looking like a ghost ship, very eerie.
Wang Shuning was afraid of being exposed, so he put away his hands and feet and pretended to be a pillar.
The door of the scrap yard was opened from the inside and a car drove in.
Wang Shuning supported himself on the wall with his hands and jumped up.
Put your toes on it and hold on to the wall with your arms.
Two tall, curly-haired foreign men got out of the car.
The flashlight in Zhang Xiong's hand shone on the two people's faces, and their golden hair was so transparent that it glowed.
He is a lighthouse citizen.
Seeing them loading boxes of stuff into the car, it was obvious that the stuff in the basement wouldn't fit in one car.
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