It turned out that the name of the old man Jiang in Beihai Huatuo was Jiang Shuai, and my grandfather's name was Li Dafang. The old man and my grandfather not only knew each other, but were also good friends.

One is a student who has just graduated from medical school, and the other is a hunter, so how did they become good friends?

It turned out that Old Man Jiang's hometown was in a nearby village, and he and my grandfather Li Dafang were junior high school classmates, and the two had a good relationship.

There is a story in it, don't be in a hurry, and listen to what Old Man Jiang has to say.

The following is Old Man Jiang's vivid narration, in the third person:

One night 20 years ago, after more than an hour of night travel, Jiang Shuai finally came to the ghost market under the roots of the old imperial city of Xicheng.

At this time, it was already a quarter past three in the middle of the night, and when I looked around, I saw that the legendary largest ghost market in Kyoto was lined up along the city wall of Chaoyangmen, from south to north, and nearly a mile was placed on the left and right. Sure enough, it was a ghost market, only to see that under the black morning mist, there were many people standing and squatting, dangling around with their mobile phones one by one, looking from a distance, the faint light of the mobile phone was like a ghost fire that used to walk by the grave circle at night.

Jiang Shuai's heart pounded hard, he inhaled hard, and while trying to calm down, he reached into his pocket and touched the thick stack of banknotes.

The banknotes in the pocket are about two centimeters thick, all of them are 100 yuan bills, and there is a seal tied by the bank with a small circle of paper in the middle, which is the standard 10,000 yuan at a glance.

In fact, this stack of banknotes was secretly manipulated by Jiang Shuai: the two ends are real banknotes, real 100 yuan banknotes, but in the middle are dark coins, high-imitation dark coins.

Even during the day, if you flip through this stack of banknotes casually, if you don't pay attention, you will treat the dark money as the real one, so with the cover of night, Jiang Shuai is very confident that this trick of pretending to be real will never be discovered.

Of course, it is inevitable to be apprehensive in my heart, what will happen if I am seen through by a discerning person? He only knows that the trading rules of the ghost market are to look at the goods without asking about the goods, not to ask where they came from, where to get them, optimistic about paying money with one hand and delivering goods with one hand, turning around after two clearances, you can not admit the account, you can not look at everyone's ability, you have the ability to pick up the omission, buy a fake and admit bad luck, as for buying real money or fake money, the rules do not say.

Jiang Shuai thought about it, and after taking the goods, he took out the banknotes and threw them to the owner, took the goods and left.

As early as two weeks ago, Jiang Shuai resigned from an ordinary hospital, with a salary of about 5,000 yuan per month, minus rent, food and drink, there is not much left, and if this continues, buying a house, buying a car and marrying a daughter-in-law will almost wait until the next century, that is, it will not be possible until he becomes a ghost after death. Just when Jiang Shuai felt helpless about life and was a little desperate, he met Li Dafang.

Li Dafang is Jiang Shuai's junior high school classmate, this person belongs to the generation of mischievous people who sleep in class and after class, and he went out to mix with society before graduating from high school. Jiang Shuai met Li Dafang at the junior high school reunion, and when he saw this classmate, Jiang Shuai was really surprised and shocked, only to see that Li Dafang was very bejeweled, and after touching a few more cups with Li Dafang in private, Jiang Shuai asked the other party for the secret of making a fortune.

Li Dafang hiccuped, and first said that Ma Wuye grass is not fat, people are not rich, and if you want to get rich, you have to rely on crooked ways, and then lowered his voice and told Jiang Shuai the secret of making a fortune.

It turned out that in addition to hunting, Li Dafang also went to the ghost market a few times occasionally, and successfully picked up the leak with counterfeit banknotes.

Immediately afterwards, Li Dafang told Jiang Shuai what is called a ghost market, how to pick up leaks and the rules of ghost market trading, seeing that Jiang Shuai was full of excitement when he heard it, Li Dafang's eyes revealed an evil smile, he rolled up his sleeves, pointed to a striking scar on his arm, and said: "I was fortunate to run fast, otherwise, my arm would have been gone." ”

Risk and return are always proportional, Jiang Shuai knows this very well. After some hesitation, he decided to take a risk. Good luck, pick up the leak and go straight to the well-off, bad luck, there will be no loss, Jiang Shuai 100-meter speed in the school has won three consecutive championships, in case the seller finds out that he is using the dark coin, then the soles of the feet are smeared with oil and escaped, hehe! The ghost market is originally a place where I cheat.

Soon, Jiang Shuai came to the stall, the stall owner of the ghost market never shouted, did not greet, did not pull the sale, it was all up to the "trip" people to see and choose by themselves. Of course, don't look at the stall owner who doesn't speak, but from time to time glance at the passerby. Li Dafang said that if the stall owner sees that you are a "goods", he will signal you to look at the things next to you, and most of these things are true.

In order to dress himself up as the master of "loading goods", Jiang Shuai deliberately dressed himself: wearing a pair of sunglasses, a yellowed Chuck on his upper body, and worn-out jeans underneath, with mud at the hem of his trousers, like a turner.

After Jiang Shuai walked back and forth a few times, he stopped in front of a stall. The stall owner was an old man, about seventy years old, with a wrinkled face and a weather-beaten appearance. The old man wore reading glasses, his cheekbones were high, his head was raised proudly in the arc formed by the contour of his shoulders, and the eyes in the lenses were gloomy and calm.

In a word: this is no ordinary old man.

There are not many things in front of the old man's stall, and there are a few antiques scattered around. For antiques, Jiang Shuai is a pure layman, the reason why he stopped in front of this old man's stall is that he feels that the other party is unusual, he has an intuition, the old man is a person with a story, and it is likely to be a big connoisseur of antiques, or at least related to antiques.

The reason for this judgment is that the other stall owners are looking up at the buyers back and forth in front of them with anticipation, and from time to time they use their mobile phones to take pictures of their goods, intending to attract the attention of buyers. And this old man, like an old monk who was born, turned a blind eye to the buyers or leakers who walked in front of the stalls, and loved to buy but not to buy, and not to buy and pull down.

Jiang Shuai squatted down, looking at these antiques like a connoisseur, while paying attention to the old man's expression. At this time, the most critical thing is that the buyer and the seller are nervous, if the other party finds out that you are a chick who does not understand the goods, he is too lazy to look at you, if he sees that you are a master of the goods, he will naturally take out the real goods.

The old man still looked proud, ignoring him. Jiang Shuai unhurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and leisurely spit out a string of smoke rings, pretending to be disdainful, shook his head slightly at the few ornaments in front of him, and stared directly at the old man.

He was wearing sunglasses, and the other party could not see his eyes.

Jiang Shuai was secretly happy in his heart: Old guy, is it pretending to be forced? Wow, let's compare and see who can pretend.

After the two sides stalemate for half a minute, the corners of the old man's mouth moved, he raised his right hand carelessly, took out a bottle from behind him, and handed it to Jiang Shuai.

"Old fellow, I finally can't hold my breath!" Jiang Shuai muttered in his heart as he moved his gaze to the bottle.

This bottle looks like an old thing, more than a foot high, the bottle body is painted with a peony, the color is old, and the bottle body is yellow spots, mixed with a little mud. In short, the bottle is either the real thing or an antique made with a worn-in technique.

There is a notch at the top of the bottle, albeit small, but the bottle is clearly broken because of this notch.

Jiang Shuai's throat moved, if he was old and fooled people, he wouldn't make a gap, so nine times out of ten, this is genuine.

When I swept my eyes again, I saw a yellowed book next to the old man's buttocks, with a mutilated cover and the words "Geological Overview" faintly. There was also a rusty shovel or something, with an iron handle and a water chestnut head, smooth and glowing with a faint glow in the night.

It won't be the legendary Luoyang shovel, right?

Maybe because he had read too many books such as tomb robbery notes, Jiang Shuai immediately judged that this old man was very likely to be the captain of the school. Of course, the captain who touches the gold is a night owl, and his eyes are very bright, and he can't wear reading glasses to look old. However, the master is not exposed, and the old man is likely to have packaged himself, just like he wears sunglasses, and the other party wears glasses as a disguise. Book 8

Jiang Shuai put his hand in his pocket and took out the thick "banknote". Regardless of whether the vase is real or fake, buy it, even if you buy a fake, you will not lose money, anyway, except for the real at both ends, the banknote is full of dark coins in the middle. The ghost market is a place where I cheat and make trouble, and it is luck to get rich and unlucky.

If you buy a fake, lose 200 yuan, it doesn't matter, go back and sell it, if you really pick it up, hehe!

"Smack!"

The thick stack of banknotes fell to the ground, and the old man's eyes showed a hint of joy, nodded at Jiang Shuai, and then waved his hand.

Jiang Shuai understands, this means a deal. There is no bargaining in ghost market trading, this is the rule. Jiang Shuai didn't hesitate to reach out and grab the bottle, stuff it into his arms, stand up, turn around and leave.

His heart was pounding violently, his feet were very fast, and he left the old man's stall far away for more than ten seconds, and after blending in with the individual customers, he immediately ran away and quickly left the ghost market.

"I was lucky to be fast, otherwise, my arm would have been gone." Li Dafang's words always echoed in his ears, this is not a joke, if the banknotes are exposed, the organizers of the ghost market will not let themselves go, so it is the best plan to quickly escape from the place of right and wrong.

After returning to the place where he lived, Jiang Shuai carefully took out the bottle from his arms and put it on the table to appreciate it carefully. Actually, it's not appreciation, and he doesn't understand it, but just takes a closer look.

At this time, the sky has brightened, the morning mist has dispersed, a touch of morning light through the window in, just fell on the bottle, this time the whole picture of the bottle at a glance: the dots of the old spots are not like old, the peony flower on the bottle, although the color is old, but the painting is vivid.

When his eyes fell on the mouth of the bottle, Jiang Shuai was stunned: there was a bloodstain at the missing gap, and at a rough look, the bloodstain seemed to be the blood that had been cut by a person's hand and flowed to it.

The basis for this judgment is that the broken stubble at the broken part of the bottle mouth is red, and the blood stain deviates about two centimeters from the left side of the bottle mouth.

Therefore, the blood should seep out of the stubble.

It was as if the bottle was secretly filled with blood, bleeding from the broken mouth.

Jiang Shuai shuddered, the bottle is not simple, and it is not a mascot if it is not good.

Gotta find a connoisseur!

Jiang Shuai dug out Li Dafang's contact information and called the phone. The call went through but no one answered, and after calling three times in a row, the voice of the other party finally came from the receiver of the mobile phone: "Which ball?" ”

This word made people sound uncomfortable, Jiang Shuai didn't care, and replied: "Dafang?" I'm Jiang Shuai. ”

"Which one?" The other party didn't understand.

"I'm Jiang Shuai, the same Jiang Shuai at the class reunion a few days ago."

With such a prompt, the other party reacted, yawned, and said, "Oh, junior high school classmates...... So early, is there something wrong? ”

"I have something in my hand, it's an antique, can you show it for me?"

"Antiques? What's the matter? ”

"A vase."

"Where did you get it?"

"Ghost City."

"How much money did it cost?"

"$200." Jiang Shuai told the truth.

"Haha!" The other party laughed dryly twice, and said in a disdainful tone, "What about you teasing me, 200 yuan to buy antiques?" Do you think the seller in the ghost market is a fool? ”

Jiang Shuai knew that if he said this, the other party would never believe it, and he had to shock him for a while. He secretly scolded in his heart Li Da put you a ball hanging, and said: "I took it to the antique store to see it, people said that the bottle is an old thing, and I want to pay 100,000 yuan to keep it, I am afraid of being slaughtered, I didn't agree, and I want to find another connoisseur to give a long look." ”

He estimated that when Li Dafang heard this, he would immediately jump up from the bed, and run to see what kind of treasure this was taken from the ghost market, who knows, Li Dafang on the other end of the phone laughed twice, and said: "People are joking with you, do you take it seriously?" ”

However, these two laughs are obviously unnatural. Jiang Shuai estimated that the other party believed it, and deliberately bluffed himself.

Sure enough, Li Dafang continued: "For antiques, I am at best a two-five-eyed. In this way, you remember the phone, a relative of mine, surnamed Xiao, a senior in the archaeological field, is often invited by CCTV to participate in treasure appreciation programs, and he is now retired and runs an antique shop as a pastime. You hold something and let him show it! ”

Then, Li Dafang told Jiang Shuai Xiao's mobile phone number.

After putting down the phone, Jiang Shuai pondered the conversation with Li Dafang just now, originally, he thought that this junior high school classmate would be very interested after listening to something like a bottle worth 100,000 yuan, who knows, the other party doesn't believe that he will pick up the leak at all, damn it! Look down on people! However, since the other party doesn't believe in himself, why recommend the "predecessors in the archaeological field" to give Changchangyan, there must be some doorways in it.

What kind of door will it be, Jiang Shuai didn't think too much about it, and after breakfast, he called the surnamed Xiao according to the contact information provided by Li Dafang.

Jiang Shuai is an anxious person, he doesn't like to procrastinate, he wants to quickly find someone who understands to confirm whether the things he bought for 200 yuan are worth it. In addition, more importantly, the blood stain on the side of the bottle mouth made Jiang Shuai feel uncomfortable, the baby is not a baby, and it will be bad if you bring back a murder weapon.

After listening to Jiang Shuai's request to help identify the bottle, the other party spoke quickly first, and Jiang Shuai didn't understand, and finally the other party said "yes", and then told Jiang Shuai the address of the antique shop, and made an appointment to meet at four o'clock in the afternoon.