That's right, Wang Mazi recognized me, the nineteenth great-great-grandson of Aixin Jueluo Dolgon: Aixin Jueluo Dolgon's calf. Of course, he knew it wasn't my real name, but it didn't matter, it mattered: I was undoubtedly a grave robber.

Wang Mazi saw me with the old man, and countless possibilities flashed in his smart brain, and he couldn't help but think: Is the old man going back to doing his old job? It took him decades to finally clear his name, how much temptation made him give up his current stability and choose to take risks?

Everyone knows that this is the bridge section that I and the old man designed early on, that is, deliberately hooked him Wang Mazi's stomach worm, the leadership of Hebei Province will be changed this year, no matter which department, in two months, the promotion of the dry, the retirement of the retirement, whether he Wang Mazi can rush this year, it depends on whether he can do a big vote at the end of the year.

Obviously, since Wang Mazi saw the old man walking with me, he decided in his heart that the two of us secretly had a big deal to do, and it was not beneficial for him to report the two tomb robbers, at most he would get a small red flag and a bonus of 500 yuan, and he could take out the location of the tomb from our mouths and then take someone to cut off the beard, that was what he Wang Mazi thought.

I just went up to the second floor with the old man's front foot, Wang Mazi followed with the back foot, this old bastard is a typical smiling tiger, he stood next to me, I even felt the air around me become cold. This kind of old fox really still has to rely on the old man to deal with, I'm afraid I'm still a little tender, but I am an indispensable male supporting actor in this scene, so even if I am a little nervous, I must compensate the old man for finishing the show.

Fortunately, I remembered what the old man said to me before he entered the door, he said: If you feel pressured when talking to Wang Mazi, you just need to remind yourself that you are a member of the Unsolved Mysteries Research Institute, you are much higher than him, and he is not as as a village chief in front of you, so you won't coax him.

When I think of these words, I can't help but want to laugh, and I feel a lot of comfort in my heart, in fact, how can I be afraid of him Wang Mazi? I am not even afraid of an official as big as Zhou Boren, let alone a deputy position in a provincial cultural examination institute. It's just that I think he's a lot smarter, I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, mess up the old man's plan, and drag the team back, then it won't be a gourd baby saving grandpa——— it's all over.

The old man stood on a bench, tiptoeing, trying to fetch a snakeskin bag on top of the wooden cabinet, which might have some old clothes or something, but soft anyway. Wang Mazi smiled beside him: "Oh, you slow down, and don't look at how old you are." ”

I saw that the opportunity had come, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, and as soon as I raised my arm, I inadvertently dropped the ancient jade pendant in the inner pocket of my coat on the ground. Wang Mazi saw this scene, his skills were like wolves, extremely fast, and as soon as he bent over, he grabbed the jade pendant on the ground in front of me with a whoosh.

Who is Wang Mazi?

It was a monster of the same level as Lao Lu and the old man.

Just holding it in his hand for two seconds, he already knew what this jade pendant represented......

The old man deliberately took a few old clothes, but did not turn around and leave, as he said before, Wang Mazi is a smart person, if the old man deliberately ran back just to get a few torn clothes, it would naturally be illogical, so the old man walked to his original desk again, wrapped a notebook in his clothes, and then glanced at me, and whispered: "Go." ”

Wang Mazi asked the old man: "Go to the field, right?" ”

The old man smiled: "We are not from Beijing." ”

Wang Mazi said: "What time is the car?" ”

The old man said, "What's wrong with tomorrow morning's car?" ”

A hint of joy flashed in Wang Mazi's heart, and he pretended to say: "Your old man is not righteous, he finally went back to his parents' house and left without eating." I thought you were in the afternoon car, but it turned out that you would leave tomorrow? Come on, don't say anything, I'm having a treat tonight, no one is allowed to leave, don't bring outsiders tonight, let's just walk, walk in Houhai, get drunk and rest! ”

Wang Mazi's words are quite heroic, but we all know the little flowery intestines in his belly, and what we are waiting for is his words, the old man is indeed an old man, calculating Wang Mazi one by one, he knows that if he takes the initiative to call him out to drink, he Wang Mazi will inevitably be suspicious, so the old man uses this kind of trick to let Wang Mazi take the initiative to ask us, so that everything becomes reasonable.

The old man and Wang Mazi pushed and pulled into my car, oh no, to be precise, it was Zhou Boren's car, Wang Mazi sat in the back row and smiled at me: "The young man is very rich, this X5 is worth more than 100, right?" Hehe, the antique business is not easy to do these days, Qingming pastel plates, official kilns, now you can receive it for 10,000 yuan on the market, and your car is worth more than 100 plates. ”

My head buzzed when I heard that.

What do you mean by this dude?

You're not talking to me, are you?

Fortunately, the old man helped me out of the siege in time, and he smiled: "Lao Wang, what you say is cheesy, even if the pastel plate of the official kiln is only worth a hundred yuan, it is also a cultural relic, it is historical culture, how can it be compared to what kind of BMW?" No matter how expensive the car is, it can be rebuilt if it is broken, and the cultural relics are broken, but they cannot be renewed. ”

Wang Mazi laughed: "Old man, you old bastard is really a natural puppet army, you didn't say that when you fucking pounded cultural relics in Nanjing, you said that no one will see the antiques in the museum, it is better to put them in the market, so that more people with red blood can take the initiative to understand the profound history and culture of the motherland, and make money by the way, isn't it the best of both worlds?" You said it, don't deny it, I tell you I can remember it all in my little notebook. ”

The old man smiled: "Then we didn't get hooked on Sister Qinhuaihe's kiln back then, and fell into the magic of the capitalist roaders, so we lost our minds, and took money to change the stuff in the crotch of our pants. ”

I drove in front with a black line, listening to the two old men in the back row ripping up each other's history, they were almost one hundred and fifty years old, but they kept bickering like two children, at that moment, I suddenly missed Lao Lu a little, he worked here before his death, and everyone respectfully called him "Mr. Dace".

The two old men chatted, our car arrived in Houhai, we found a tavern, the old Beijingers did not say the name of the dish when ordering, and directly said "come to two hard dishes", but regardless of the hard and soft, we have not yet served a dish on the table, but there is already a table full of wine. On the surface, the atmosphere at our table was very harmonious, but the three of us knew in our hearts that behind this harmony was a war of deceit, a war between two gods and men.

Old man VS Wang Mazi......

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