In the evening.

I settled down in Jinling and rented a small suite in the courtyard of Zhou Zhou Kun for five hundred months.

This is still the friendship price that Zhou Kun gave me, and the starting price for someone else to rent is at least 1,000, he means that I usually help him palm his eyes more, and in return the rent is discounted, and he is willing to introduce me to Zhang Meili to wash his hair.

The small suite is about a dozen square meters in size, with a wooden board in the middle, a kitchen and a bedroom, and a few steps away from the door is the public toilet of Chaotian Palace.

I didn't care about the high rent, I tried to knock on the side before, Zhou Kun not only knew the name of my father's ghost hand Wu Jiadong, he also personally went to the scene of my father's gambling fight, and he could almost talk about those things in the Jinling treasure world.

If you want to gain a foothold in the Jinling antique circle in the days to come, you really can't do without this know-it-all around you.

At night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, and suddenly remembered the letter my master gave me before leaving, which was sent to him by my father before the accident, and the letter explained many matters.

I pulled the letter out of my duffel bag, the surface of the paper was yellowed, the pages were oxidized, and it was in my father's handwriting, and the font was slightly sloppy.

I read through the contents of the letter back and forth several times, and the general content was that my father explained to the master what happened, asked the master to come to Jinling to pick me up, please take good care of me, teach me to learn crafts, teach me to learn to be a man, he is sorry for the master, sorry for the ancestors and so on.

At first glance, there is no problem with my father's words, but when I look closely, there are obvious loopholes.

The day of my father's gambling was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, and the time when my father wrote this letter was the tenth day of August, which means that my father did not know the prophet before he started gambling? Know you're going to lose a bet?

What I can't understand the most is the last paragraph of my father's letter: "Master, you must remember that after 16 years, let Wu Yan come to Jinling again, this is the day I agreed with them, only Wu Yan is qualified to come to Jinling, a hundred birds are full of phoenixes, the green mountains do not change the eight immortals, I don't know the Niushou Mountain in the clouds, just because I am in this mountain." ”

Seeing this, I couldn't help frowning, it is now sixteen years after my father's gamble.

Why did my father say that only I was qualified to come to Jinling? What do the last four verses mean? Is it inextricably linked to the gambling fight 16 years ago?

I feel more and more that my father's gambling fight sixteen years ago was not simple, and my master mentioned that my father lost the gambling fight because he was designed to play a game, but the content of this letter pushed the gambling fight into a more confusing situation.

Empathy, if I knew that I would lose the next Doubao, I could have chosen to refuse to go on stage, or change my strategic thinking, but my father resolutely chose to go on stage, what happened to that Doubao back then?

For a while, all kinds of doubts and question marks filled my mind, and on the first night I came to Jinling, I hardly slept much, and my mind flipped back and forth all kinds of pictures about the gambling fight sixteen years ago.

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Before dawn the next day, I got up early in the morning, first bought hot pot stickers, two drawers of beef stuffed buns, and the duck blood vermicelli soup that Jinling locals clicked the most.

"You can, young man." Wednesday Kun looked at the abundance on the table and was very satisfied: "First of all, I will popularize a knowledge point with you, local men like to add a few red wolfberries to the duck blood soup, which can also replenish the kidneys and invigorate qi at the same time, there is an old saying in Jinling, two fresh wolfberries with duck blood, eighty can still fight for a night, hehehe." ”

I got up and said Uncle Kun is fine, I'll go buy you goji berries.

Wednesday Kun waved his hand and said next time, next time, the best wolfberries have to go to the Confucius Temple to buy, this time it will take a few hours to come and go, you kid has something to ask me, right?

I didn't say anything polite to Wednesday Kun: "Uncle Kun, I really don't hide it from you, I heard you mention the ghost hand Wu Jiadong yesterday, and I have been thinking about it since I went back at night, can you tell me who Wu Jiadong's treasure fight was with, and what kind of treasure fighting situation was it?" ”

"Well, I really can't satisfy you."

Wednesday Kun said while eating morning tea: "The gambling fight was conducted in Xuan Bao Zhai, and the idle people were not allowed to enter, even if they could enter the game, they might not be able to see how Wu Jiadong fought the treasure, only knew that Wu Jiadong challenged a master from Jinling from other places, who didn't know his name, and he didn't even know what the person looked like, anyway, the final ending was there, Wu Jiadong lost the fighting treasure, his hands and arms were cut off, and his wife couldn't think of jumping into Qinhuai Lake, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, A woman still has a baby in her belly. ”

"But there is one person who should have witnessed it with his own eyes, this person is no one else, now Song Huaishan, the owner of Xuan Bao Zhai, I still have some friendship with Song Huaishan, often drink and chat together, last month we also went to pinch our feet and wash our hair and massage, and I have time to help you introduce."

As soon as I heard this, I knew that Zhou Zhou Kun was habitually bragging, as the so-called knowing people first look at the face, although I only had a relationship with Song Huaishan, but I could see that he was low-key and cautious, as a well-known figure in the Jinling treasure industry, he would never go out with Zhou Kun to massage and wash his hair.

"Uncle Kun, I still have to ask you something?" I added a bun to Wednesday Kun: "Uncle Kun, in the area of Jinling, in addition to the Chaotian Palace antique market, where else can you find good things?" Is it the kind of place where the probability of leakage is very high? ”

Yesterday, I also walked around the market of Chaotian Palace, and it was purely by luck to be able to pick up the leak of the rouge jar, and the objects of Chaotian Palace were too miscellaneous, and picking up the leak was like looking for a needle in a haystack, according to this probability I am afraid that there is no hope for the antique shop in a week.

Yesterday I had no capital in my hands, so I could only hunt for treasure from the stalls, and now I have nearly 8,000 start-up funds in my hands, so theoretically I should look for a more appropriate opportunity.

"Hey hey boy! You're looking for me to ask. ”

Wednesday Kun leisurely lit an inferior cigarette and crossed Erlang's legs: "Either you are right to rent my yard, there is really such a place in Chaotian Palace in Jinling, Guanyin Bridge!" ”

"Guanyin Bridge? Uncle Kun? How so? ”

I thought Wednesday Kun was going to recommend other antique markets, but I hadn't heard of this Guanyin Bridge at all.

"Wu Yanna, first of all, this Guanyin Bridge is not an antique market, it is a small town in the suburbs of Jinling, last year Jinling's lower reaches of the Yangtze River Guanyin Bridge River area hit a shipwreck, archaeological experts identified it as a merchant ship in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, the Guanyin Bridge area was suddenly lively, the people of the whole town know that the Guanyin Bridge hit a merchant ship of the Ming Dynasty Wanli, it is said that this is still a foreign trade ship in the past, and the ship is loaded with thousands of rare treasures."

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