Chapter 11: The Broker's Name Is a Ghoul (End)
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Gordon walked into the jewelry store, and the door closed behind it.
The window was closed, and it was dark inside, and Gordon could faintly see two figures. A tall, majestic tower, standing in the middle of the store, looking at Gordon with a condescending attitude. He observed it in such detail that his eyes were like a centipede with poisonous feet, crawling horribly over Gordon's body, not even the cracks of his fingernails.
The other was vaguely an old man, sitting behind the counter, holding an old hookah in both hands, smoking a cigarette. Sweet smoke wafted away, like blue worms writhing and hovering in the darkness.
The servant boy offered a pot of fig juice with honey and respectfully withdrew.
"It's a bit of a business." Gordon said deliberately arrogantly, he glanced at the clear color of the juice, sniffed it lightly when he picked up the pot, and then dipped his lips and tongue before drinking it calmly.
He did this set of small actions to distinguish drugs quickly and secretly, but at this time, the old man behind the counter suddenly raised his head, glanced at Gordon like lightning, and buried himself in the mist. Although it was a short glance, Gordon felt as if someone had been peeled off a layer of skin, and he saw it through from the outside to the inside.
"I heard you have a shipment that you want to sell." The tower-like figure spoke, his voice deep and steady, without the slightest hostility, "I'm a little interested, but I want to check the goods a priori." β
Gordon briskly pushed the suitcase over. The other party took out the treasures inside and examined them one by one. He looked at it in the same detail, holding a magnifying glass, repeatedly examining the subtle textures of the treasure. Finally, he closed the suitcase and said to Gordon, "It is indeed a real alien antique. β
"You look sincere." "Can we talk about the right price?" β
"If it's convenient, can you reveal your name and identity first?" This is big business and we have to be careful. β
"What shall I call you?"
"Call me the Tower."
"Your Excellency, allow me to introduce myself formally." "I am a broker from the Land of Incense, serving nobles and distributing their jewelry and antiques. My friends like to call me 'Ghoul'. β
"Ghoul? What an interesting name. But with all due respect, aren't these jewels and antiques very hot? β
"Not really. Some nobles had to sell some ancestral treasures in order to maintain their huge expenses on weekdays. But for the sake of honor and decency, it is impossible for them to sell their treasures publicly, so a trustworthy agent is needed. β
"It turns out that you are a jewelry broker employed by the aristocracy." "Many years ago, I also visited Champs-ElysΓ©es, the capital of the Land of Incense, which is the most romantic city in the world, and the tulip fields along the street are beautiful. β
In the face of temptation, Gordon remained silent: "You probably remember wrong. Champs-ΓlysΓ©es does not grow tulips, and along the street is a lavender field with a variety of cafΓ©s. β
The tower suddenly said, "That's right, the coffee there tastes great." β
Gordon asked rhetorically, "Has Your Excellency the Tower traveled to many places?" β
Tie Ta said: "As a businessman, it is inevitable to travel to various regions and travel from south to north. β
"What's the city you've ever remembered?" "Has the price of the local Volcanic Flame Stone increased?" "I heard that the Dragon's Eye jewelry chain has opened a new branch?" In the small talk, Gordon interspersed with questions, cleverly guiding the topic. The tower began to be fragmented, and the preface did not match the afterword, so much so that later I had to use "I forgot jì." "I'm not impressed." and so on.
"Mr. Ghoul, let's get back to business\u5
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427γ The tower coughed, finally getting impatient. The origin of these treasures of yours is unknown, and they are not cultivation resources, so it is impossible to offer a high price. Moreover, the number of goods is too large for me to eat, and I can only buy ten pieces at most, and it will take a little time to raise gold coins. β
Gordon began to bargain, sometimes sharply, sometimes tangled. The tower was almost overwhelmed, and it was not easy to negotiate the amount.
"When I raise the funds, I will inform you of the time and place of the transaction." The tower breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then I'll wait for good news at the Magic Lantern Hotel." Gordon rose to take his leave, and the servant boy led him away.
"It's been a long time since I've seen such a powerful character." The tower muttered to himself, and a murderous aura as sharp as a knife suddenly emerged from his body.
There was silence all around, except for the gurgling of the old man smoking a hookah. After a long time, the middle-aged man from the medicinal herb shop pushed the door in, stood silently, held his breath, and did not dare to say a word.
After another moment, the old man put down the hookah, bent his back, and slowly walked to the place where Gordon had been. On the thick wool carpet, there are two rows of shallow depressions, which are Gordon's footprints.
"What do you think he's so good about?" The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at the footprints.
The tower half-bent down and replied respectfully, "First his equipment." The material of his fur trench coat should be the snake skin of the golden-crowned snake, which is light and breathable, warm in winter and cool in summer. So on such a hot day, he didn't even sweat a drop. People who can afford to wear this kind of clothing must be very rich, second, they must be very well-connected, and third, they must be very knowledgeable. It can be inferred that he is either from a wealthy family, or from an organization, or a seasoned hunter. I believe that he must be a cultivator. β
The old man said, "If you are not a cultivator, how can you kill all five of our brothers in one go?" β
The middle-aged man said tremblingly: "My lord, the belongings locked by the iron barricade are all there, and there is no shortage of them." The iron lock was also intact, and the kid certainly hadn't touched it. β
The old man didn't seem to hear him at all, and didn't pay any attention to him.
The tower continued, "This is the best thing about him. Know the severity, know how to measure, and not be controlled by greed. \
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u4ECE has avoided a dead end with us, leaving room for negotiation. He smiled wryly, "To be honest, I can't do that." He didn't look like a stinky boy at all, but like an old fox who had become a fine spirit. β
A drop of cold sweat seeped out of the middle-aged man's forehead, and Tie Ta said: "He sits and walks in accordance with aristocratic etiquette, and his demeanor is impeccable, and the most standard gentleman in the country of fog is nothing more than that." It stands to reason that this set of aristocratic etiquette is just a useless show, but I stared at him for a long time, and I never found any opportunity to make a riot in front of this set of flowers. β
The old man sighed: "Don't say it's you, even I can't find a chance to make a move." Such a terrible young man, I have lived most of my life and I have only seen it in my life. β
The middle-aged man's face was as pale as dirt, and his legs couldn't help shaking.
Tie Ta glanced at him and shook his head secretly: "He is also very good at clichΓ©s, likes to set language traps, and is very skillful in his words." If this person is not constantly interrogating others, he is ready to be interrogated by others. β
The middle-aged man's knees weakened, and he fell to his knees with no trace of blood on his face.
The old man glanced at him at this time, and said slowly: "Such a powerful character, you are really amazing to be eaten by you as a Kaizi." β
The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice: "I...... I ......"
"You're not brainless, you're just too greedy, and the boxes full of treasures make you dizzy." The old man sneered, "You don't want to think about it, if he doesn't have the ability, why would he dare to swagger around with a box of treasures?" Are you stupid when everyone else? β
The middle-aged man had a look of despair on his face.
Tie Ta hesitated for a moment and said, "Father-in-law, he has been with you for six years, and he has no merit and hard work. β
"Five brothers died because of him, and he had to give an account." The old man was silent for a while, and then said, "The most terrible thing is that the gangs in the whole city are making a big fuss in this street, and that greedy and cowardly sheriff will definitely ask our people to come out and take responsibility." β
The middle-aged man stayed for a long time, stood up with difficulty, and said astringently: "I caused the disaster, and I should bear it." β
The old man asked, "What do you have to do?" β
The middle-aged man shook his head numbly: "I'm alone, what is there to worry about." He was stunned for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "In the spring of more than twenty years ago, I rode a fast horse and galloped through the suburbs of Jinling City in the country of porcelain. On the way, I saw a very tasteful little girl, standing under the peach blossoms of the tree, secretly smiling at me. He smiled, bowed deeply to the old man, and staggered out.
For some reason, I suddenly remembered her smile. If I had reined in the reins and stopped, it might have been different. He muttered, slowly pushing the door open.
"But at that time, I was too young, and the horses were too fast." He walked out smiling, the light outside engulfing the figure.
Iron Tower said in a deep voice: "Father-in-law, do you really believe that this kid called a ghoul is a jewelry broker?" β
The old man pondered for a long time and said, "No matter who he is, there must be a lot of power behind him. He is about 1.7 meters tall and weighs 120 pounds visually, but if you look at the depth of the footprints on the carpet, including this suitcase, he has at least more than 200 pounds of things on his back. β
Tie Ta was shocked and said: "After deducting the weight of the suitcase, he carried sixty or seventy pounds of weapons and equipment with him?" β
The old man nodded: "Since you can't see it on the surface, then what he is carrying is not a large item such as a sword, but a dagger, a hidden weapon, a folding crossbow and something like that." If it weren't for the big forces, they wouldn't be able to play these things at all. β
Tie Ta hesitated: "Maybe there are really a lot of nobles from the country of incense standing behind him." β
The old man snorted, "Maybe he just wants to get us in trouble." β
Tie Ta thought for a moment and said, "Those gangs are inexplicably infighting, there must be people from him in them, I will find out the living mouth and torture it clearly." β
"No, it's not you, I'll find it myself." The old man said categorically, "I will inform the eldest and third of this matter, you don't have to worry about it." β
There was a trace of doubt on the iron tower's face, and the old man sighed softly: "No matter what the truth is, you pack your things tonight, go out of the city immediately, and go away to a foreign land." Don't contact any of your brothers and come back in a year. β
"Father-in-law?"
"If he's really here to get into trouble, then this time, we're probably in big trouble." The old man's expression was solemn, revealing a hint of unease, "Such a powerful kid at such a young age, the background is not something that our Storm Horse Thieves can compete with." You must leave, lest you be served in one pot. β
Tie Ta shook his head resolutely: "No, father-in-law, I want to ......"
"Listen to me, it's no use for you to stay. I can't kill the opponent with the boss and the third, and you are also sending you to death! The old man's eyes widened, and he shouted, "If you dare to stay, you don't need anyone else to do it, I'll kill you now!" β
The tower staggered to his knees, and the tiger's eyes were tearful: "Father-in-law, I ......"
"We kill and we are killed. Retribution is justified! The old man said in a deep voice, and after a while, he sighed, reached out and stroked the head of the tower, with a touch of love in his eyes, "But no matter how many people you kill, there will always be those who don't want to kill." No matter how hard the heart is, it is also the heart of a person. My son, go, like a man. Maybe it's going to be okay at all, it's just that I'm a mere nuisance. β
"Father-in-law, you must be careful." For a long time, Tie Ta closed his eyes in pain and nodded silently.
"Careful? Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the desert all his life, and he is still careful when he is old! Who dares to find trouble with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill his whole family! "The old man laughed and stood proudly, like a male lion roaring in the grassland, with a golden tooth shining between his teeth." The horse thief is going to die on the horse! The Great Desert will bury us. This is our home, our home, our humble but forever galloping blood! β