The weather is getting colder. A cold wind made the cruise ships on the Huangpu River seem to be trembling slightly. Liu Yankuo wrapped the black leather robe tightly, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, and walked briskly towards the old Shanghai district.

The old Shanghai District, that is, the Sanzhi area of Shanghai, is an angle between the British and French concessions in Shanghai. It is not under the jurisdiction of any political authority of the British, French or Republic of China governments. It is precisely because of this special political reason that it has become the center of the black market in Shanghai and Jiangsu and Zhejiang. In this area, regardless of whether it is good or bad, black or white, as long as there is money, people, and guys, it is the king.

Xining Street is a small street in the east of the old Shanghai district, which is mainly used for reselling black soil. Black soil is the dialect of the Tao, also called "black things, black weapons" is the treasure that has just been dug out of the ground. The steward on this street is called Yang Jirong, who runs a teahouse called "Louwailou". The teahouse in the outer building of this building is a serious business on the surface, but in fact it is the largest black soil exchange in the old Shanghai area. Yang Jirong is even more impressive, he is the head of the "Great Shanghai Youth Gang", and he is the oldest and oldest in this old Shanghai District.

Liu Yankuo pushed open the heavy mahogany carved door on the left side of the building, and everyone on the road knew that no one could push open the right door of the building outside the building. Regardless of whether it is in or out, it is always as long as the left fan is open. This seems to be the ancestral training left by Yang Jirong's grandfather, and why he did this, except for Yang Jirong, I'm afraid no one knows the reason. Liu Yankuo took off the black fur hat on his head, spit out a few hot breaths, and walked to the counter of the teahouse: "Man, I'll find Boss Yang, a pre-agreed, ready-made deal." The guy in front of the counter put down the account in his hand and looked at Liu Yankuo with a smile and said: "Oh, it turned out to be Boss Liu, it's neglectful, disrespectful, disrespectful, the shopkeeper is on the second floor, so small that someone will send you up, Ah Leopard, send Boss Liu to the second floor." Saying that, he called a guy and sent Liu Yankuo upstairs. Liu Yankuo was already familiar with the second floor, and hurried upstairs without waiting for the guy named Ah Bao. The second floor of the outer building is the place where the black soil is traded, and the general Taoke will trade on the second floor, and the more special one is on the third floor. The third floor is not for anyone to enter, in terms of transaction volume alone, the transaction amount is less than 100,000 oceans can not enter, and the items traded in it are all the treasures of the imperial monarchs. For example, the jade dragon ring and phoenix crystal beads that Sun Dianying stole from the Qing Dongling Tomb a few years ago were traded on this third floor.

Looking at the room on the third floor, Liu Yankuo sighed impatiently and pushed open the room on the second floor. The furnishings in the room were simple and plain, with a few simple pieces of furniture, a pot of celadon pot Tieguanyin, an old man in a black leather robe, and a dilapidated ancient book with the words "Theory of the Millennium" written by Yang Xueke.

Liu Yankuo saw the old man, who was also the owner of the outer building, Yang Jirong, and walked to the table with a smile to pour tea for Yang Jirong: "Yang Gong, how are you doing?!" The weather is getting colder and colder, so you have to take care of your body! ”

"Haha, you, the eldest grandson of the Liu family, also think about you, Grandpa Yang, and me. But what you said is reasonable, and your Yang Ah Gong will accept it. Yang Jirong took a sip of the Tieguanyin in the celadon cup, tidied up the leather robe on his body and said.

"That's right, Yang Ah Gong is Shou and Tianqi," Liu Yankuo smiled and continued Tieguanyin.

"Hehe, you kid, you're much better than your daddy." Yang Jirong smiled and pushed the old book on the table in front of Liu Yankuo: "Say, what do you kid want me to do with this history book?" ”

Liu Yankuo looked at the shabby book, and his eyes exuded a strange look. "Hehe, Yang Ah Gong, let me tell you clearly, it's really useless for you to give me this book, it's actually a friend of mine in business who wants it. You also know that my family's foreign goods business is now indiscriminately raising prices, and this business is really difficult to do. It happened that a friend of mine wanted to open a store in Shanghai, and he was willing to buy my store at the same price as a face in his previous business. But he made a request, which was to help him find this ancient book called "The Theory of the Millennium". When I was a child, I heard my grandfather mention that there was an ancestral history book in Yang Ah Gong's house, called "Millennium Theory", so I came to find Yang Ah Gong! ”

"Yes, I do have this book, but your kid also said that this is the ancestral thing of my Yang family, and the objects of my old Yang family, no matter who it is, I will not sell it. But for the sake of my friendship with your grandfather, I sold you a copy of this copy copied by one of the grandfathers of the previous generation. ”

"What an old fox who can do business" Yang Jirong scolded in his heart, but he was very grateful on the surface: "Then thank you Yang Ah Gong, this is a gold bar, it should be regarded as a thank you to Yang Ah Gong!" As he spoke, Liu Yankuo took out a piece of gold bar wrapped in kraft paper from his leather robe and put it in front of Yang Jirong.

Yang Jirong smiled faintly, took a sip of Tieguanyin, took out a dry tobacco bag, and Liu Yankuo lit it. Gray smoke came out of the copper pipe: "The eldest grandson of the Liu family, listen to Ah Gong's words, there are few people in this world who know this "Millennial Theory", and what is recorded in this book is just some wild history, this person is willing to spend this financial resources to find this book, there must be a hidden secret." Listen to my advice, it's better to have less contact with this person so as not to cause any trouble in the future! ”

"Yes, Ah Gong Yang, grandchildren must remember!" Liu Yankuo said with a smile, thinking in his heart, "What kind of trouble can people have." A sum of money from others to solve my family's living problems. If you don't ask about my family's difficulties, don't talk about it for the time being, you will ask Lao Tzu for money for a broken copy of a book. Liu Yankuo pushed the gold-rimmed glasses and stood up: "Yang Grandpa, if you don't have any orders, Yan Kuo will leave." ”

"Okay, you can get busy" Yang Jirong paddled his tobacco and fiddled with the cigarette holder.

"Then you need to take care of your body! Yan Kuo will come to see you when he is free. ”

"Hmm," Yang said softly.

Liu Yankuo bowed deeply to Yang Jirong again and turned to leave.

Leaving the outer building, Liu Yankuo carefully put the "Millennial Theory" into his inner robe, which was exchanged for a gold bar. Although he had just spent a gold bar to buy this broken book, he was still happy. The friend, surnamed Sha, not only solved his life crisis with a sum of money, but also gave him three gold bars to use to find the book. He had just bought this book for only one gold bar, and he had earned two for nothing, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of this, and hurried home.

At this time, there were already a few snowflakes scattered in Shanghai, which suggested that heavy snow was coming, and an even bigger storm was about to fall on this eastern Paris. However, it all started with the old book in the black leather robe. It's just that at this point, everything is unnoticed.

On the third floor of the building, Yang Jirong re-brewed a pot of fine Tieguanyin and put it in a delicate purple clay pot. He asked the shopkeeper to bring a good handicap, and carefully placed it next to the purple clay pot. He's waiting for the one he's worth waiting for.