"When the traffickers come, I'll let him sell you first."

"Traffickers don't want me!"

She suddenly took advantage of me in the face.

"What are you going to do?" I tried to push her away, but she hugged me tighter.

"What I have in my face, you have to have it too."

I was speechless for a moment, and my revenge was too heavy!

"Boring!" I pushed her away, "Don't waste your time here!" ”

I opened the trunk and took out the fake.

"Gone! Suspicious vixen! ”

"I'm not a shrew, I'm not married!"

"Fortunately, I didn't get married, marrying someone is a shrew and a resentful woman!"

"Smack!" Wan Xiyue slapped me the back.

It hurts!

"Wan Xiyue, can you be gentle!" I growled.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield, you see which woman on the battlefield is gentle, and the gentle woman is absolutely dead on the battlefield.

There is no word for gentleness in my dictionary.

And to deal with a scumbag like you, if you are gentle, you will be bullied to death. ”

"Wan Xiyue, don't be embarrassed, I'm doing something for you!"

Wan Xiyue wanted to say something, but I was scolded back before she could speak.

"Shut up! Don't talk, you'll be in the place soon, and if you don't want to die, think you're dumb.

If I hear another superfluous word, I'll really throw you here, no matter what happens to you! ”

Wan Xi puffed up, wanted to say something, and swallowed it back.

She's angry, and I'm not happy yet!

This woman has really been the president for a long time, and she looks like she is on top of everything she does, even if she begs me, she makes it like I begged her.

If I hadn't seen my master's black jade Buddha hanging around her neck, Lao Tzu would really have left her hands behind!

I took her to the Youdu Antique Underground Market, which was originally an abandoned bomb shelter, and the entrance to the suburban cave was originally an exit, but now it has been built into an entrance.

After entering from the entrance of the cave, the inside extends in all directions, the air-raid shelter is large enough, and the concealment is good, and some people began to resell antiques in the eighties and nineties of the last century.

It is also conducive to the production of counterfeit factories, where various forces draw turf and then separate them with various things to make shops, and gradually it becomes an underground market.

As soon as we entered, a strong smell greeted us.

"Uh" Wan Xiyue was nagging again.

"Don't come and listen."

"It's such a big thing in my store, how could I not come in person!" She looked like she was going to vomit again.

"Miss, don't always look like you want to vomit or not. You look like this, I'll take you in later, and others will think I've made your belly bigger! ”

"Think beautifully, I won't let you do it if you want to!"

I really didn't bother to say that when I was in her office just now, who looked like a, and told me that she wanted everything Ai Weiwei wanted.

What a woman! I haven't seen anything else, hard-mouthed, strong, aggressive, I really know a lot.

I continued on my way with her, and she was holding on to my arm.

There are many curves in the underground market, and every time I cross the curve, Wan Xiyue will hold on to me hard, for fear of losing it.

I took her to the most famous shop in an underground market, the shop was about fifty or sixty square meters, full of things, ceramics, jade, strange stones...... There are also all kinds of jumble knick-knacks, copper coins, wood carvings, and even various versions of the dead coins.

Every time I see a stygian coin, I think he's a wonder.

It is normal for people to collect money by playing antiques, and he even collects dark coins.

I asked him before, and he said, "The money of the living is money, and the money of the dead is not money?"

Sometimes some news is not necessarily accurate to ask the living, you have to ask the dead, at this time if you don't give them something good, the ghost won't do anything for you.

I don't know where he got these fallacies, anyway, I don't believe in these ghosts.

In the center of the store hangs a plaque, inlaid with gold, with four big characters written on it.

This is how this store is run and survived.

There is a recliner under the plaque, and a man is sleeping with a newspaper covered.

He's the owner of the shop.

In his thirties, he has a big mouth and is very tall, however, he is not handsome, and the vicissitudes of life in his early years make him look a few years older than his peers.

He is very good at talking, and he is full of words.

Wandering among all kinds of people, ghosts, snakes and gods all day long, seeing people talking about people, seeing ghosts talking nonsense, the living can be said to be killed, and the dead can be said to be alive.

But he doesn't eat with his mouth.

He eats by his knowledge and insight.

He himself claimed that there are no antiques in the antique world that he does not know, real and false, false and true, and there are antiques in this world, although he may not have them, but he must have seen them.

I have a good relationship with him, and he has indeed seen quite a few antiques.

People who have a good relationship with him will call him respectfully: knowledgeable, which is also a homonym for his name.

People who don't have a good relationship with him, or deliberately joke and make fun of him, will call him and swim his mouth.

He himself had a big mouth, hence the name.

But in his words, what's wrong with my big mouth, my mouth will say, I can speak, and I know more.

You can't speak with small mouths.

In the rivers and lakes, even if many people have been mixed with people for many years, they only know their nicknames and don't know their real names.

Ever since I knew his real name, I had the feeling that it should have an allusion. How could such a person end up in the underground market?

Once, we drank two of us, and after three rounds of drinking, I was both very happy.

I took the opportunity to ask his name.

I said in a joking tone whether his name came from Xunzi's "not hearing is not as good as hearing, hearing is not as good as seeing, seeing is not as good as knowing, knowing is not as good as doing." Learn to do it. Walk, Ming also"

When he heard me say this, he exclaimed, "Brother, you can do it." ”

I continued to ask him about his origins, but when he was in the family, he waved his hand and didn't mention it.

I can see that he should have a sad thing, but I don't have a good relationship with him, and he doesn't want to tell me.

Wan Xiyue picked up a jade bracelet: "This thing seems to be exactly the same as the fake in the store." ”

I glared at her.

She covered her mouth as if she had made a mistake.

I looked at her jade bracelet again, and she hurriedly put it down.

You Dazui was still asleep, and I shouted, "You Dazui, your grandfather has come to see you!" ”

"Who the is going to die, dare to call me Lao Tzu like this." You Dazui sat up from the recliner and looked at me sleepily.

"Ouch, what kind of wind is blowing today, blowing your old man's house."

"Isn't it your grandfather?" I said arrogantly.

"Where's my grandfather?"

"Huh?" I glared angrily.

"You are my ancestor!"

"You Dazui's nickname is really well deserved."

"Ancestor, I heard that you went in some time ago, did you come out, or did you not do this?"