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Before dawn, the antique stall on Fuyou Road in Shanghai was crowded, and a middle-aged man wearing a black top hat stood in front of the stall and asked, "Man, do you have any dry goods?" ”

"There's one, there's one!" The seller took out a newspaper-wrapped bracelet from the box behind him, "What do you look like, do you want to take a mouth?" ”

The man didn't speak, his top hat was pressed very low and he couldn't see his eyes, he turned his head and walked to another stall and asked, "Man, are there any dry goods?" ”

"No, go to the farmer's market." The seller does not raise his head.

The man asked more than a dozen stalls in a row, and then stopped in front of one stall: "Man, are there any dry goods?" ”

"How much more do you want to do?" It was a young lad who spoke.

"Eastern Zhou."

The young man smiled and said, "There are a lot of parallel goods in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, what are the dry goods...... But it's not easy to get it, and I also know that the wind is very tight now! ”

(The older generation of antique dealers in Luoyang called the cultural relics dug up from the tomb dry goods, and the ones handed down in the market were called parallel goods.) Dry goods often refer to the funeral goods in the coffin, which is difficult to obtain, and it is illegal to resell cultural relics, so they are rarely sold on the surface.

Later, some collectors with special purposes or fetishes would pay a lot of money to find some idlers who made a living by robbing tombs, and gradually, the meaning of asking "do you have any dry goods" became "do you help rob tombs". ）

The man turned to leave, and the young man whispered, "I know someone, but ......."

The man took out a thick stack of bills from his bag and stuffed it into the young man's pocket, saying, "Better be reliable!" ”

The young man led the man into an attic not far away, which was richly furnished. When the young man entered the door, he shouted: "Brother Li, someone wants to buy dry goods!" ”

"We only have parallel goods here, please go back!" The person who spoke was Lao Li, and he was the owner of this house.

The man looked around and smiled: "Brother, you live in a very grand style, but I heard that business is not easy to do these days!" ”

"This business naturally has to be done in a business way." Lao Li sat at the table writing the account book without raising his head.

"Really? I'm also in business, and I hope my brother will give me advice! ”

"In business, the most important thing is the word 'integrity', my understanding is that the boss must first have sincerity, and the guests will trust you. What do you think? ”

"It's really better to listen to your words, it's better to read for ten years, since there are no dry goods, my brother will leave first!" The man got up and walked out.

In the afternoon of the same day, the man dragged a heavy box to the attic again. When the box was opened, twenty large yellow croakers were neatly arranged.

"Sir's sincerity is indeed touching." Lao Li lit a cigarette and said lightly, "These are enough to buy a few lives, right?" ”

"Brother is too worried, this trip will not be dangerous and fatal."

"It seems that this thing is more important than life to Mr., I don't know what it is, where is it?"

"Chilling mirror, Bishan."

Lao Li's hand holding the cigarette suddenly stopped, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to hear it." ”

Then came an old man in a coarse cloth military cap, with a somewhat lame foot and a pipe in his hand. When Lao Li saw it, he shouted, "Dad!" ”

The old man sat down, lit his pipe, and said, "The Soul Restoration Mirror is just a legend!" The voice is sonorous and powerful, giving people the feeling that the body is very tough.

The man was overjoyed, and bowed his hand and said: "The old gentleman is really an insider, well-informed, admired!" ”

The old man took a puff of his cigarette and spit out a thick smoke ring: "In 1923, because of a legend, people from all walks of life at home and abroad poured up the mountain together, and in the end only three people came back......"

"One is Captain Zhang, the cousin of Generalissimo Zhang in the Northeast, who died on the battlefield on the second day after he returned, one is the Belgian businessman Lot, who went completely crazy, and the other is Shen Xianren, the son of Changsha Tufu, who is said to have climbed all the way down the mountain to the railway station, and retired after going back." The man took the old man's words.

"Looks like you're ready, and you don't know what else to do with us?"

The man didn't speak, and the old man didn't ask again, after all, there are rules in the industry, taking people's money to do things for others, and never asking the reason.

The old man sighed: "There are already ten tombs and nine empty tombs on the mountain today, I'm afraid there are no dry goods you want for a long time." ”

The man smiled: "Don't worry, since I dare to invest a lot of money, I have determined that it is still on the mountain." ”

"Is there such a thing?"

"I am also entrusted by others, and I am inconvenient to inform you, please understand!"

"The mountain is so big, stretching for more than 100 kilometers, even if there is, it is a needle in a haystack." The old man shook his head.

"That's why I came to you, the people who can see these dozens of big yellow croakers without changing their faces must not be idle people!"

"Haha, I'm just a businessman, and I don't feel anything if I see too much money."

"Our boss really didn't see the wrong person!" The man nodded repeatedly.

The old man was a little surprised: "I've been living in the attic for decades, I wonder which boss will recognize me?" ”

The man smiled: "I know your son Lao Li!" Who on the road doesn't know that 20 years ago, the tomb of King Liao of the Eastern Han Dynasty, which the archaeological team couldn't gnaw at for several months, was smashed by a 16-year-old child overnight...... But when I see it today, Lao Li may not be blue! ”

Lao Li, who had not spoken beside him, smiled faintly: "If I had that ability, I would have stopped doing business a long time ago." ”

The man said that Lao Li never admitted it.

According to him, the heavy rain washed down the tomb of King Liao that day, and when he passed by at night, he accidentally slipped into the robbery hole dug by his ancestors, and the tomb was originally empty. However, it is still rumored on the road that he can dig through the 300-meter robbery hole with his bare hands, and he comes and goes without a trace in the tomb, and even the gatekeeper in the tomb can't do anything about him.

What the truth is, there is no way to find out.

The man hurriedly handed over a cigarette and said, "I am convinced of my brother's ability, otherwise I would not have searched all over the city to come to you." ”

The conversation continued until sunset, and under the words of greetings, both sides were deliberately probing. This man who came suddenly was mysterious to the Li family, and he could vaguely feel that he knew him well. But in the face of such a huge amount of money, anyone will be moved.

The most important thing is that the three words "chilling mirror" have touched the memories of the old man for most of his life.

Before leaving, the man shook Lao Li's hand and said: "These twenty yellow croakers are only a deposit, and I will not come back if I can't find them. ”

The weathered Lao Li knows in his heart that once he goes to the ground, there are only two results, either he returns with a full load, or he sleeps here, this is the heavenly principle of the Tao, whether it is a deposit or not, in fact, there is no difference.

Lao Li asked the man: "Since you are sincerely cooperating, may I ask your boss's name?" ”

"Heluo Cultural City, Chairman Song Ming!"

The man shook the old man's hand again and said, "The old gentleman has an extraordinary bearing, and he must also be a master in the forest, I don't know the old man's name?" ”

The old man smiled: "Yijie cloth, Li Wangcheng." ”