It was a mud house near the outskirts of the city, which looked dilapidated from the outside, and the beds in the two bedrooms were relatively large, and the houses were plastered and shiny white. The furniture is all available, very clean and tidy.

"This house belonged to a brother I knew well. He made a fortune and got a better house in the city. The house was of little use, so I rented it to me. I found someone to repair it a little and used it to house out-of-town guests. It's a secluded place and not a lot of people usually come. There was food in the kitchen, and those things were perfectly fine for the three brothers to eat for two days. I wonder if you're satisfied?"

"Satisfied, of course satisfied. Brother Lao Yan bothered. ”

Not long after the three brothers of the Qiu family came out of the mountains, they were used to living in a simple cave wooden house, and it was rare to live in such a neat and bright house, with a soft bed to lie on, and they were very satisfied. When he was separated from Yan Er, he generously gave him a jade plaque, saying that it was a thank you gift.

As soon as Yan Er looked at the color and species of the jade brand, he knew that this was really a good thing for the elderly. pretended to refuse, and at the insistence of the three brothers of the Qiu family, they accepted the jade plate.

Although he specialized in ancient calligraphy and painting, his master was very fond of jade and porcelain, and taught him a lot of knowledge and tricks to identify jade and porcelain from various dynasties and generations. Influenced by the master of the top charlatans, Yan Er is also half an expert in identifying antiques. Otherwise, he would not dare to do business in this area.

The jade plaque given to him by the three brothers of the Qiu family is crystal clear, with ancient totems carved on it, and there is a cool touch when you start it, as if it has just been dug out of the ground not long ago. If you sell it on the black market, it can sell for at least a few thousand. If it can be smuggled and sold abroad, the price can be increased several times.

However, although Yan Er loves money and accidentally started the business of buying and selling antiques on the black market, he still has basic patriotic feelings, but everything he handles is only circulated in China, and he must be looking for buyers who really understand and cherish antiques, and will never be exported to foreign countries. No matter how high the price is.

Yan Er came out of the three brothers of the Qiu family and rode straight to the West Railway Station. By the time he arrived, it was 10:41. At this point, there are quite a few people who pick up people at the train station.

Yan Er found a conspicuous place outside the platform, leaning on the bicycle station. He remembered the legend about Boss Qiu in his early years, as well as the words he said about his two younger brothers who had followed him in the countryside for many years, and his face was quite solemn. He held the jade plaque in his pocket, and for a while, he felt that the cold jade plaque in his hand instantly turned into a hot potato.

The Qiu brothers are particularly fond of the deep mountains and forests, and they have good raw goods in their hands that have never been circulated on the black market. They wanted to kidnap him on a thief ship.

This one is not good, even if he has two heads, I'm afraid it won't be enough to die.

Yan Er took a cigarette in his mouth and thought to himself: I don't know why they found him? Where did they dig up the jade plaque? How many raw goods do they still have in their hands? What kind of way did they sell it? Where did they know what kind of Zhongshan from Osmanthus Town? I have to find a way to get their words.

Although the three brothers did not explicitly say that they were digging soil, they did not deliberately hide it from him, saying that they had been going around the countryside, asking him to find a guide to enter the mountains, and giving him a precious and unknown jade plaque as a thank you gift, this was not telling him their livelihood in disguise?

Aren't they afraid that he will betray them? Yan Er laughed self-deprecatingly when he thought of this: What is the difference between him, a peddler who can't see the light of day, and the Qiu family brothers? If the matter is exposed, even if the three Qiu family brothers can't please him, he won't be able to escape the sanctions.

He risked eating guns, and it wasn't a day or two to buy and sell antiques on the black market. Because of his connections with his old liar master, he has his back to the big tree, and his business has become bigger and bigger in recent years, and he has a good reputation in the circle.

If he hadn't acted carefully enough, had been hard enough the day after tomorrow, and never messed with the raw goods in the soil, he would have been managed to clean up by those who were jealous of him.

Maybe the three brothers want to sell goods through me? Yan Er exhaled a puff of smoke, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had touched the root.

Tomb robbery is not an easy task, he only needs to find a guide, send food, and get a profit for nothing. Where in the world is there such a good thing?

The three brothers of the Qiu family have not been doing this business for a day or two, each one is more shrewd than the other, and they can completely do things secretly by themselves and monopolize the benefits. Why did you find him?

Not to mention giving him a good jade plate, he also had to give him a percentage of the profits.

Who knows how much this profit is worth? Thinking with his toes, the benefits of this door-to-door delivery are not easy to take. Yan Er couldn't help but conspire theories: they either wanted to ask him, or they wanted to set up a trap to harm him.

Originally, these three brothers had good goods in their hands, and they didn't necessarily have to ask him to help them sell them? Why didn't they entrust someone to smuggle things and sell them abroad, like other digging people? The three Qiu brothers, who are experts in digging soil, must be more familiar with the latter's routes, and they can make more money. What is the reason for them to give up more and ask for less?

Yan Er thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a clue. I smoked cigarette after cigarette, but I smoked a lot.

……

When Xiao Yi got down from the train and found him, Yan Er had already smoked more than a dozen cigarettes and a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

"Why do you smoke so much? Are you in trouble again?" Xiao Yi has been riding a bicycle all day, and he has been sitting on a hard seat for three hours, and his iron body is also a little unbearable, he is even shouting tired in his hair, and the whole person is listless, "Do you still have cigarettes? Give me a pick-me-up." ”

Yan Er handed him a cigarette and lit a fire for him, "Brother, are you hungry?"

"It's so late, forget it. Take me directly to your house, and you can cook the dishes and pay for it. Xiao Yi didn't say anything polite to Yan Er, he stepped on his long legs and sat on the back seat of the bicycle, "Let's go." ”

"Done. Yan Er directly drove the person back to his house, cooked a bowl of noodles for Xiao Yi, and lay two poached eggs for him.

While Xiao Yi was eating noodles, Yan Er asked him on the side: "Why do you want to come to me? What else can you Xiao Gong'an do, and you need the help of me, a person on the street? Don't you want to ask me to cooperate with you inside and outside to crack down on illegal trading? Your brother and I have never done anything legal in our lives." I'm afraid I'll be beaten into a cell myself. ”

"Not this one. I want you, lend me some money. Xiao Yi's face was slightly red, and he couldn't wait to bury his head in the noodle bowl.

He has never borrowed money from anyone, and since he was a child, even in the most difficult times, the old man has never let him worry about money. Therefore, his tone of asking Yan Er to borrow money was so blunt, and his attitude was hard, not like he was begging for someone, but like asking for debts.

"Haha!" Yan Er was stunned at first, then slapped the table and looked up and laughed, tears coming out of his eyes.

Xiao Yi told him to laugh so much that he had no appetite, slapped his chopsticks, and got up to leave: "Forget it, when I didn't say it." ”