A day ago, in the flea market in the west area of Shengjing City, a black-faced man was squatting in front of a stall, staring at the nine jars in front of him.

There is an unwritten rule in this flea market that any transaction should be made with goods as much as possible, and even if cash is forced to do so, foreign currency should be used as much as possible.

The biggest disadvantage of bartering is that some items are not popular and others are in short supply. But antiques are almost common here, just because the largest auction city in China is located here.

In this market, some gambling halls are also common, like the stall in front of him, which has already made the black-faced man lose his pants.

The stall owner was a fat man with oily hair and flour, and he said a little proudly at the moment: "Brother, do you still want to have a handful? But it's a pity that you can't break my Kowloon game." ”

The black-faced man slapped the table and said, "I don't believe it, let's do it again!"

The stall owner looked at him and teased, "Do you have any good things?"

The black-faced man gritted his teeth, took out a dirty handkerchief from his arms, and untied the handkerchief layer by layer, revealing a rusty copper plate inside.

When the black-faced man handed the copper plate to the stall owner, the stall owner's face suddenly changed drastically.

The stall owner has been in the flea market for so many years, and his eye for some old objects is still very unique, this copper coin he only glanced at it, and knew that this is an extremely rare treasure of heaven, although the quality is not very good, but with the rarity of this bronze coin, it is enough to be worth a thousand gold.

Immediately, the stall owner quietly rearranged the nine jars and said, "Then let's go on." ”

The black-faced man pressed the stall owner's hand and said, "I'm an ancestral treasure, what are you betting on?"

The stall owner was stunned, but he was relieved when he thought about it, since the other party cherished this treasure so much, and only took it out at the end, he must know the value.

What is the value of Tianjuan Tongbao, the stall owner is clear, and immediately took out a blue and white porcelain from the shelf behind him and said: "How about the blue and white in the palace during the Kangxi period?"

The black-faced man's eyes also lit up, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Two pieces, two pieces I bet on!"

The stall owner hesitated, two pieces of blue and white porcelain for a poor quality Tianjuan Tongbao, in fact, it was a bit of a loss, but he was very confident in his trick of entering the cave, and immediately said: "A word is a certainty!"

The black-faced man nodded, and then the game officially began.

The trick of the Nine Dragons into the Cave is an upgraded version of the Three Immortals Returning to the Cave, although the technique is similar, but the requirements for the trick are higher, requiring the performers themselves not to mess around, and hand speed is extremely important.

The stall owner has studied hard for many years, otherwise he can't set up a stall to gamble, but now most people are shrewd, and few people participate in this kind of gambling.

According to the technique of entering the cave in Kowloon, the stall owner quickly changed the jar, and the speed of the technique was simply dazzling.

When the dust settled, the stall owner looked at the black-faced man and signaled that he could start.

The black-faced man reached out and pressed the first jar on the left.

"Are you sure?" said a hint of relief in the corner of the stall owner's eyes, but it disappeared immediately.

The black-faced man spoke, "This is not. ”

So saying, he turned the jar over, and it was empty.

Then the black-faced man continued to point to the second one, but the stall owner held his hand and said, "Brother, this is not in order." ”

The black-faced man looked at him blankly and asked, "Did you say the rules before?"

So saying, he continued to open the jar, which was still empty.

The stall owner's face became unnatural, and he lowered his voice and said: "Brother, you can't do anything about hitting people in the face, you can't do anything about smashing people's jobs, I'll give you back what you lost, how about it?"

The black-faced man ignored him at all, and directly turned over all eight jars.

The stall owner looked at the last jar and was about to go crazy, but at this moment there were many people gathered around the flea market, and he was really about to turn his face, and his business could not be done.

"You won!" The stall owner handed over the blue and white porcelain directly, but there was a cruel look in his eyes. This black-faced man looks tendoned and doesn't understand gambling at all, but he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Continue!" the black-faced man pushed Tongbao and said unfazedly.

The stall owner was stunned, his trick was recognized, if he continued to gamble, he would have to rely on his real strength, but the other party's strength should not be weak, what should I do?

Seeing the stall owner hesitating, the black-faced man laughed and said, "What? If you want to close the stall, you don't dare to gamble in a dignified manner? If you are cowardly today, I will keep you from opening a gambling game here in the future!"

For a gambler, this is the most hurtful sentence, the stall owner looked at Tongbao, thinking about his blue and white porcelain, gritted his teeth and said: "Come on!

Fair betting, but the stall owner lost three times in a row, and the crowd was already surrounded by spectators, and the stall owner was already riding a tiger.

Those who can lose, those who can't, the stall owner has lost, and at this moment he seems to have returned to five years ago, in the Golden City, he only has his pants left and has not lost.

"Actually, you still have a chance, as long as you answer me a question, this game will be considered your bet!"

After the black-faced man whispered, the stall owner's eyes lit up suddenly, according to the science of probability, it is extremely rare for a person to lose ten in a row, less than one in ten thousand, he doesn't believe it.

After losing the pants, the stall owner sighed dejectedly, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

The black-faced man approached the stall owner and asked, "Recently, did anyone ask you to imitate a rhenium gold plate and gave you this price?" ”

The black-faced man gestured three fingers, which was a code word for 300,000.

The stall owner suddenly became vigilant, this transaction was extremely secret, and the other party was not a good man or woman, and he suddenly felt that he was afraid that he was in the trap.

"If that's your question, I can only answer you, that's not it, I don't have that craft. ”

After the stall owner finished speaking, he had to pack up his things, and today he was simply too heavy.

The black-faced man grabbed the stall owner's hand and said, "Do you know what that person asked you to imitate?"

The stall owner tried to shake off the black-faced man's hand, but heard the other party approaching and said: "That's the dragon plate, the symbol of the world's treasure temple, you really dare to take any job, if the other party knows, your hand is estimated to be lost, if it circulates away, then this life is not yours, it is estimated that it will be said." ”

The stall owner was stunned, and subconsciously said, "I don't know, that person didn't talk about ......."

Realizing that he had lost his words, the stall owner hurriedly closed his mouth, and listened to the black-faced man say quietly: "Zhao Sizhu, a famous silversmith in the capital, his technique of counting gold is simply superb, but unfortunately because of good gambling, he lost a lifetime of reputation, and now you still have to lose your life?"

The stall owner is Zhao Sizhu, who has been incognito for so many years, but now he has been broken by people for two days, and he is almost doubting his life.

"You, are you policemen?" asked Zhao Sizhu tremblingly.

"You don't need to know who we are, I'll tell you now, if you want to live, just tell the truth, you are also an insider, you should know what you provoked. ”

Zhao Sizhu was still hesitating, and the black-faced man lowered his voice again: "As long as you provide information, this Tongbao is also yours!"

Ten minutes later, the black-faced man walked over from the flea market, went to a small hotel, took off his clothes and took a shower.

When he came out again, he turned out to be a handsome young man with a long body, and at this moment an uncle in his thirties was sitting upright on a chair in the hotel room.

"Daqian, did you ask?" the uncle said with a smile.

"It's your old friend, and Lao Jingdao is also involved in this matter. ”