Jin Buchang took a puff of cigarette, a trace of melancholy crossed his eyes, and he fell into a memory: "On the outskirts of the ancient capital of Xi'an, there is a restaurant called Wanguo, which is only open for two days a week on weekends, and the rest of the time is closed to customers. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info this hotel does not have a huge scale, there is no magnificent decoration, but in the two days of doing business, it is always full of people, the door is full of birds, the most strange is the diners who come to this International Hotel, most of them are foreign devils from all over the world. ”

Listening to him, I was a little curious: "Could it be that the food at the Wanguo Hotel tastes so good?" Loved by foreigners? ”

"What a fart!" Jin Buchang took a sip, a little unhappy: "The name of this Wanguo Hotel is very loud in the road, these foreign devils go there not for some delicious food from the mountains and seas." It is more tempting than the food, but in the underground auction house of the hotel, the auctioned treasures of the Chinese millennium. ”

"Damn, are you saying that this hotel is doing smuggling cultural relics overseas behind its backs?" I looked at Jin Buchang's indignant appearance, and suddenly realized that Jin Buchang and I seemed to share the same values, that is, the disgust for "selling national treasures and smuggling cultural relics".

My attitude towards tomb robbing is actually in an attitude that I don't care about myself. Although I don't like it, I won't have too much disgust, after all, things in this world are like this, there will be burial and digging, it's not something that a small person like me can control, of course, the premise of this attitude is that you must not involve me.

However, for this kind of behavior of selling ancient secret treasures left over from China for thousands of years to foreign countries, it is completely disgusted. This is not to say that I have any noble patriotic feelings, I just feel that since these are the wealth left by our Chinese ancestors, if they are taken away by outsiders, it will not make sense.

It's like two children fighting over a toy, and in the end, no matter which child gets the toy, the toy is always in their own home. But if a child from another family snatches the toy, the toy is no longer in the house.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh secretly, because I thought of another person, the fourth uncle...... I have to say that this concept of mine is indeed inseparable from the indoctrination of the fourth uncle since childhood.

Jin Buchang didn't seem to notice the melancholy in my heart, and sighed helplessly: "Hey, boy, the so-called theft also has a way, although Jin Ye and I are greedy for money, but this kind of business of making a fortune by selling ancestral treasures to foreign devils, Jin Ye, I really don't want to do it anymore." He paused, took a puff of his cigarette, and continued to speak, "So, when Jin Ye knew that the two people who came were actually the two shopkeepers of the Wanguo Hotel, Ma Wuye and Hu Dazhong, I immediately understood what the seventh grandson was thinking about.

At that time, Jin Ye, I really wanted to stop doing it and no longer wade into this troubled water, but I have been fucking pulled onto the thief ship by the grandson of Lao Qi, if I regret it, then Jin Ye and my bowl of rice will be smashed. ”

I frowned, I didn't quite understand what Jin Buchang's so-called irrevocable meaning meant, why was tomb robbing still mandatory?

Jin Buchang frowned again when he saw me, with a puzzled face, he knew that I didn't understand too much, and added an explanation: "The so-called line has rules, and in the business of Dou'er, if you are in the business, unless it is your own life, even if your parents die, you can't regret it." Of course, if you have to go back on it, then don't mess around with the Tao, because no one will cooperate with you anymore.

Boy, you think, the information about the ancient tomb has been given to you, if you slip away. When the time comes, if something really goes wrong in this bucket, it will definitely be counted on your head. Even if there is nothing big wrong in the bucket, this whole set of procedures from digging to selling is working, and any accident will make people suspect you for the first time, what is this called? That's right, the one you kid said earlier, this is called the pot man......"

I nodded, Jin Buchang said that there is some truth, there are rules, and this rule is nothing more than a "letter" word. I hesitated for a moment, but still asked Jin Buchang with some suspicion: "You agreed without asking who the other two people were?" ”

Hearing me ask this, Jin Buchang became even more angry, and opened his mouth to scold: "Fuck, it's not the first time that Jin Ye and I have worked in the field, so naturally we can trust him." But who knew that his eighth brother Lao Qi was right, and he was determined to pull Jin Ye and me into the water. No wonder, as soon as the fucking old seven came, he told all the information about this ancient tomb, and even took out the tomb map to show Jin Ye and me, it turned out that he was holding such a bad stomach, in order to pull Jin Ye and me on this thief ship. ”

Jin Buchang was afraid that I wouldn't understand, so he paused and added: "Common sense, the information of a trip to buy and sell should be after the pot is set up, the people in the pot are all there, and when they arrive at the location of the ancient tomb, the pot will be fully revealed." Jin Ye, I was only the grandson of the seventh child at that time, and it was because of the fifth child that I trusted him so much and gave out all the information about the ancient tomb. Who knows, it turned out to be a fucking duck on the shelf, forcing Jin Ye I can't regret it. ”

I thought for a while, touched my chin, and continued to ask: "According to what you say, Lao Qi deliberately designed you for this?" Then didn't the fifth child react? ”

Jin Buchang frowned, but he avoided the question and changed the topic: "Boy, you fucking ask questions, do you still listen to them?" ”

I smiled, Jin Buchang's reaction was normal, and I was not surprised. Many people, when deceived by people they trust, even though they already know it, always choose to avoid talking about it, not to face it, and to protect themselves with avoidance.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Lajin is not the only one who does not change to the ship, but Jin does not change his own unwillingness to face the betrayed trust.

Of course, I have no interest in being the spiritual mentor of this little black fat man, and besides, why am I not a person who likes to use escape to protect himself? Hey, the pillars...... I put away my smile, a burst of sourness hit my heart, and I hurriedly found a random topic to divert my thoughts: "Listen, of course, what are the names of the two shopkeepers of the Wanguo Hotel you just mentioned?" ”

Jin Buchang was stunned for a moment, didn't understand why I suddenly popped up with such a sentence, glanced at me, and said angrily: "The big shopkeeper Ma Wu, known as Ma Wuye, has countless treasures, and is a famous palm eye in Shaanxi." The second shopkeeper Hu Dazhong, nicknamed Lao Hu, has a good ability to "cut the tomb" with one hand, and there are even rumors that this old Hu has a keen sense of smell, and even self-taught himself as the unique skill of "Faqiu Zhonglang General". ”

"Oh, yes, yes, Ma Wu and Lao Hu ......" I scratched my head in embarrassment, and I also felt that this question seemed to be a bit off-topic, what does it have to do with me what people are called: "Huh? …… Ma Wu, Lao Hu? Suddenly, a sense of déjà vu arose, and I was puzzled, how did the names Ma Wu and Lao Hu sound so familiar? Does this feel like? It's like you see a person but can't remember their name, or you think of a name but you can't remember what they look like.

I feel like I've felt this before, but where is it? Where the hell is it?...... No way! For a moment, I only felt a numb scalp, gasped, and remembered where this feeling of déjà vu had been, it was the first time I saw Ni Tian in the shop, and when he said his name, I had that feeling! ……