The middle-aged man asked us to stand still, and he stepped forward and raised his hand to knock on the closed dark green door.

He knocked on the door and snapped his fingers very regularly, three heavy and two light, he should be reporting to the people inside.

With the sound of the deadbolt pulling, the door opened from the inside to the left and right, and two young men in black suits came out, talking to the middle-aged man for a while, the middle-aged man pointed at me and nodded, and then beckoned me to go in.

The middle-aged man stood at the door and lit a cigarette and asked me to follow one of them into the hospital, and I saw that Lao Rong was also stopped outside, and I suddenly had a bad premonition in my heart.

The three sessions that I didn't encounter in the police station couldn't be promoted in this broken alley.

The young man made a gesture to follow me, didn't say a word, and took me into a two-story building in the courtyard in the style of the Republic of China, I obediently followed him, and the door was directly to the big opera garden, and there were old students and Tsing Yi singing against each other on the stage, I hadn't heard the song, but the couplets standing on the two wooden pillars on the left and right sides of the stage made me can't help but take a look at it.

Shanglian: Learn from Junju, learn from father and son, learn from husband and wife, learn from friends, gather loyalty and filial piety through the ages, re-enact, and play on the scene;

Downlink: or rich, or poor, or happy, or sad; will be separated from the joys and sorrows for a while, and if you look closely, you will be surprised by the discipline shooting;

A pair of horizontal plaques are hung on it: the vowels of the prosperous age

This is the brand in the Guanghe Building, one of the three major theaters in Beijing.

I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it, my dad is a senior ticket holder in a nursing home, and he usually likes to hum a couple of sentences at home, before he had a stroke, he also likes to go to the Beijing Guanghe Building and Huayue Building to play tickets, so he has heard of it a little.

I followed the young man, one after the other, almost stepping on the gong, and went around the stage to the corridor on the second floor, where the corridor was wide and gloomy, with a green lamp overhead, and the red blanket under my feet was so thick that it would not make a sound to throw a cannon at it.

Soon we came to the door of a private room, the plaque on the two wooden doors had the word "bamboo" written in seal script, and the young man stood sideways in front of the door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door three times.

"Third master, someone brought it to you."

The wooden door opened from the box, and an old man in a black tunic walked over and said with a smile: "You are the boy of the Bai family?" ”

"Yes."

The young man next to me closed the door tightly while retreating, and the old man looked at me carefully, and smiled kindly: "Very young, do you like to listen to operas?" ”

"I've heard of it, but I don't know much." I went back and said.

The old man said with a smile: "Young people should have things that young people love to play, and my "Quanmei Case" is almost finished, you take a sip of tea and soup first, and let's wait for Chen Shimei's head to be cut off." ”

He didn't wait for me to speak, he took my hand and sat down at the table by the window, staring at the stage and not speaking.

There was no one in the box except for the two of us, and I couldn't swallow the glass cup in front of me for a while. This glass thug has at least a history of two hundred years, and he has a history of at least two hundred years, and he has enveloped a willow alley, making such a big formation but not mentioning the purpose, which makes people really unable to take any precautions.

"It's going to be a priest."

Accompanied by the old man's faint words, the old student who played Chen Shimei on the stage was pushed to the tiger's head, and the bright guillotine flickered towards his head, and Bao Gong sang in the battle, and the play finally came to an end.

The old man saw me exhaling slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I called you here today to ask you for a favor." ”

"Please say that the juniors who can do it will spare no effort." I said.

The old man waved his hand, "A little favor, with the ability to pass on the "Tanhualu", it is not a difficult task. ”

Without waiting for me to speak, the old man took out a jade pendant from his cuff and put it on the table, the size of a palm, I glanced at it and said directly: "Dog vinegar." ”

The old man smiled, "How can you see it?" ”

I took a deep breath, pointed to the bloody thread on the jade pendant, and said patiently: "You see, all the objects that are vinegared by dogs will have blood bumps on the Qinbian. ”

"Isn't it worth it?"

I said politely: "In fact, it stands to reason that usually this kind of material that wants to imitate blood jade, at least it should be according to the old oil, and the worst must be the new oil, and it must be dug out for ten years in the soil so that the living person can be close to the bag for ten years and then enter the soil, so as to become a blood jade silk thread. ”

Oil extraction is the ancient method of giving jade color, the Song Dynasty called the old oil, the Ming Dynasty called the new oil, the raw material used to color in modern times is dog blood, dog blood is thick and thick, worthless.

The old man didn't expect me to recognize it without much effort, and said with a smile: "No need to refer to it, no need to cook jade out of the dust, you can see so many famous halls with just a pair of tricks, it seems that the descendants of "Tanhualu" still have some real skills." ”

I nodded, not in denial.

"Since I helped you see this thing, shouldn't you also tell the juniors that your honorific surname is plus?"

The old man laughed after hearing this: "You really don't want to suffer." ”

"Small business, compared to a big man like you, is really nothing." I said.

The old man nodded, looked at me for a moment, and said, "My surname is Jin, and my friends on the road appreciate their faces and call me the third master." ”

"Jin Zhenbang, Jin Sanye?"

I looked at the old man and wanted to leave.

Tianjin, the waterway wharf culture has bred a lot of hooligans, ruffians, these people are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, the small is our most common gangster ruffian, with a big gold chain, with a tie in his hand, Tianjin people call the ring a tie, what valuable things are all brought on the body, real brand fake brand is also worn, just want you to see how rich I am, how amazing.

But remember, a real rascal is a gentleman.

To wear shoes, you must wear cloth shoes with a thousand layers of bottoms, as well as cotton socks, and the clothes you wear should also be coarse cloth or silk satin, holding a small fan, like a literati, no rings and watches are brought, why, his identity is in high society, and the contacts are officials, financiers, bankers, and he also talks to you about business when he sits together, what international situation, policy changes, from the old society to the present, has not changed at all.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Tianjin's most famous gangster was called Jin Yaowei, holding a two-inch-long note in his hand, whose name was written on it, who would die the next day, almost a household name, but no one was afraid of him, why, no one knew who he was, even his neighbors did not know what he looked like, the first car in Tianjin was bought by him, and when he went home at night from the two alleys, he got out of the car and walked back by himself, for fear of being noisy and sleeping in the neighborhood.

And this Jin Zhenbang is Jin Yaowei's younger brother, in charge of the underground order of Tianjin Wei, and he is the big boss of the thief in the world!

I never dreamed that I would have anything to do with this kind of character in my life, let alone sit in a box and hold people's hands.

At the same time, I can't figure out how Jin Yiyi's grandson could have committed it to him, this is a fatal thing!

Seeing that I couldn't give up, Jin Sanye waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm done with things, I still have something I want to ask you." ”

"Third master, please speak." I relieved myself and said.

"How much do you know about this blood jade?" Jin Sanye asked.

I thought about it, and said carefully in the words: "According to the line, blood jade is also called blood Qin, the formation is generally related to the corpse, when the deceased is buried, as the jade of the jade, is forcibly stuffed into the population, if the person has just died, the jade swallowed in one breath is stuffed in, it will fall into the throat with the gas, into the dense blood vessels, for a long time, the dead blood is stained, the blood goes straight to the jade heart, it will form a gorgeous blood jade, but if you want to make it valuable, you need to dig it out after a hundred years for the living to wear it for ten years, and then bury it with the living, Repeat it several times before it can have the effect of blood jade flawlessness. ”

Jin Sanye nodded with satisfaction: "As a descendant of "Tanhualu", have you ever seen the real blood jade with your own eyes?" ”

"A small shop has a small profit, how can you handle such a valuable thing."

"I haven't seen this thing either, it's just that someone sent one a while ago, and it's still a fake, you say it's not annoying."

Seeing Jin Sanye's meaningful eyes, I chuckled in my heart, gritted my teeth and asked, "The person who gave you this thing, is it Jin Yiyi?" ”