This series of movements is too fast, and it is really lifeless. Even the servant who turned to leave did not look back.

Shao Zhuang stepped on Wang Jin's toes with his feet, and looked at Wang Jin's painful sweat gushing out of his forehead when he saw Wang Jin on the other side.

Say to him, "The last thing I am afraid of is hard bones." Hard bones, grinding into powder in convenience. If you don't know how to lift, don't trouble me here. Otherwise, let's go right away, and I'll clean you up slowly when we go back. Or stay, I won't stop you from finding your lord by yourself and going desperately. Just nod your head and don't silence me.

No matter what Shao Zhuang said, Wang Jin would nod. The pain in the foot is not something that people can bear.

Shao Zhuang saw Wang Jin nodding again and again, and then sent Wang Jin's feet away. Wang Jinzhi felt that the blood on his feet was gushing up, but his body was able to move freely. I don't have time to think about how I can move again, and what is the truth in this.

Shao Zhuang beckoned someone to bring the meal away and exchange it for tea. Continue to say to Wang Jin: You just have to listen, but if you do anything again, I will bury you when I go back.

First of all, I will tell you how this goods are divided in terms of buying and selling. He knew that Wang Jin didn't need him to explain, and the goods were funeral goods dug out of the bucket. This goods are divided into copper goods, stone porcelain, corpse goods, woodware, and juanzhu. There is no chronological or geographical division. Jade belongs to stone, iron belongs to copper, Juan bamboo contains text, wood lacquer family. What can be called goods is not based on the value of cultural relics. It all depends on the number of buyers.

Therefore, although the so-called heavy weapons, such as copper tripods, have extremely high archaeological value, they cannot be realized. Even if they meet in the bucket, no one will move. In recent years, heavy equipment is mostly in the two categories of wood and juanzhu, and it is basically not on the market. Don't think about places like Panjiayuan or Shenyang Road. The purpose of piracy is to exchange money, and antique cultural toys are just an upstream of the piracy industry. Antique shop, the best porcelain ever. But in the camp, the most important thing is porcelain, which is not easy to carry, not easy to carry, and even more difficult to sell.

As for the fighting camp, the master who can independently organize the thief is not the richest person. As now, it is the big businessmen who can organize bidding battles, and there are big domestic and even overseas consortia behind them. But few of these people really have much interest in porcelain.

Saying this to you is to let you know, and once you determine the buyer. You have to understand what he wants first. It's not enough to just know the goods. It depends on what kind of bucket is next. The knowledge of this fight, alas~ I'm afraid no one dares to say that they can understand correctly.

That's why you see so many people, not willingly getting together here. Under different buckets, there are different ways. No matter what form the bucket takes, there is a specific direction after all. The so-called dragon point point, gold and fixed point, this does not need to be explained.

Ordinary people think that it is only these two links. But I don't want to think about it, I don't have a backache when I stand and talk, if I try it myself, let's try it, right? The trap and the corpse thought there was one more thing. As he spoke, his face changed slightly.

That expression flashed. Let Ran be looked at by Wang Jin. He felt a little strange, where had he seen this expression? Who has ever had such an expression? It looks like I just saw it not long ago. But no matter how I remember, I can't remember. Shao Zhuang continued: People, some things obviously exist, not unexpected. It's all kinds of reasons, and I find all kinds of reasons for myself, and I subjectively block it. It's not that you can't see it, it's not that you don't understand it, it's that you don't want to accept it. Sometimes, you can't even notice it. Spirits and this kind of thing, often by the time you see it, it's too late.

When Wang Jin heard this, ghost. Suddenly, a thunderbolt sounded overhead. Uncle kept rolling on the bed, shouting in his mouth: ghost, ghost, female ghost!

When Wang Jinzhi was in a daze, another person came in outside the door. When more than half of the people saw him, they all stood up. Like the evil spirit, look at him with your eyes. If the man doesn't see anyone, he will hurry to greet him. Everyone is like seeing a ghost. What the ghost looks like, I don't know. However, this guy is uglier than a ghost. A horse face, even if it is long, but it has a pointed bottom. Mung bean has small eyes and almost no eyebrows. The height is not shorter than Wang Jin, but when he stands straight, he is a head shorter than Wang Jin. A large gong pot with two arms in front of him at all times. He walked on his feet and held himself to the ground, but he made no sound. Go all the way to the innermost part.

It took Wang Jin a long time to figure out that he was looking for someone. Wherever this guy goes, everyone at the table shouts at him: Master Meng. The family didn't listen to the foot of the house and walked around the room, and when he passed by Wang Jin, Wang Jin seemed to feel a gust of wind blowing, and he couldn't help but feel a chill on his body. This guy has a very heavy yin qi, Wang Jin pondered, he has moved to another table. Suddenly listened, then slowly turned around and pushed back.

Wang Jin didn't want to look at his horse face, so he looked down at the teacup in his hand. Hearing Shao Zhuang greet him, he also shouted: Master Grasshopper. But I didn't hear the man being polite to Shao Zhuang.

After coming over for a while, Wang Jin didn't hear any sound, the sound of whispering in the four corners, and the sound of knives and forks colliding. He looked up and saw the man's mung bean eyes, staring at himself. The people at the other tables also looked at themselves in unison. The man saw Wang Jin raise his head, and the corners of his mouth were lined up, revealing a mouthful of snow-white fangs. O Creator, anything can be made. With this look, Wang Jin felt sorry for his parents.

However, immediately Wang Jin knew how powerful this guy was. The fierce man with a horse's face seemed to say to Wang Jin in a very rare tone: Have you ever eaten "Ying shrimp"? Gee! It's rare, it looks like I've dug up a treasure.

Wang Jinzhi felt that the eggs below were loose, I had eaten "Ying Shrimp", did he want to eat me?

I don't know what he said next to Shao Zhuang's ear, turned around and grinned at Wang Jin again, turned his head and left. Shao Zhuang also got up and beckoned to Wang Jin, and the two followed Meng Ye out of the big classroom.

The three of them walked to the end of the corridor, not going up, but all the way down. I didn't listen to it after the first floor, but went straight into the basement. There is also a basement in this school building. However, half of it is exposed to the ground.

The basement was dimly lit and the air was cold and damp. Several houses were inhabited. In one room, there are a lot of iron cages, and I don't know what is closed. This teaching building is not big, and it will soon come to an end, and there is a person standing at the door of a room. Meng Ye didn't look back to greet Shao Zhuang, and went into the house himself. Shao Zhuang slowed down a step at the door, but did not stop and followed in.