Daomu Biji

Chapter 10 Memories (Part 2)

Although I'm not entirely sure it's the same thing, the color and the carvings on it are at least very similar. I believe that even if they are different, they must be of the same type.

I once suspected that that thing was the Ghost Seal mentioned in King Lu Shang's book. In front of the bronze door, Menyoubo was holding that thing to show off his appearance. It should have a special function. I didn't expect to see something similar here.

Damn it, I said to myself, it’s better to hurry up than to hurry up. Thinking of this, I winked at the fat man, he lowered his head, and I whispered to him: "Go and ask, who is this seller?"

The fat man nodded, and Mrs. Huo beside her took a sip of tea and said quietly: "Don't ask, if the seller here doesn't want people to know, then no one can ask."

"Hey, old lady, you look down on me, don't you?" said the fat man, "Although I, your fat man, don't hang out with the Crescent Hotel, I can still be regarded as a person with a respectable reputation in Beijing. Let me tell you. , It’s not you, Fatty, or I who are bragging, but based on Fatty’s and my connections, if I want to inquire about a person in Beijing, there is really no one I can’t find."

The old lady didn't look back: "The boss here has been a prominent figure since the Manchu Dynasty in Beijing. He has been passed down for hundreds of years and has never had any trouble. If you can really find out, I guess your young master will be here tomorrow." Let’s go to the Yongding River to fish you out. These days, fishing for corpses is expensive, so I think you’d better save some money to deal with things later.”

The fat man was angry and wanted to go out immediately to prove it to the old woman. I immediately stopped him, knowing that what the old woman said was true and probably not an exaggeration. Moreover, the fat man had said harsh words, which meant he was in trouble. He went out. If I really can't ask, I will definitely not come back. Maybe I will arrest a guy and torture him to extract a confession. I have to win back my face. Maybe something will happen. It's about to start. I don't want to have long nights and dreams, so I said to him: "Here." She saves face."

The fat man was actually giving me face, and muttered without saying anything. I looked at the scene around me that was gradually getting quieter, and another idea came to my mind. I thought to myself, the easiest way to tell the seller when I see him is to buy this thing. Come down, but is this feasible?

There is only one auction item here. Everyone has a clear purpose and they are all big guys. I guess I can't beat the price. If I break the contract, the liquidated damages will at least bankrupt me. Moreover, this is a black market. If I break the contract, I may have to pay more. Cutting off a finger, gouging out an eye, etc. would be bad luck.

Even if you actually take a photo, it's a no-brainer. In this kind of black market, the seller may keep the whole process secret. Even if you buy his stuff, he may not show up. At most, he will send an agent to sign the contract with you. Moreover, I guess the auction process here is regular and formal. is different.

For the current plan, we can only take one step at a time. First determine who bought it, and then make a long-term plan. The uneasiness in my heart has turned into chaos, and I have a feeling that something is going to happen here.

There was a lot of excitement below, and the arrangements were soon completed. I saw a glass cabinet placed in the middle of the stage. Inside was the jade seal from the album. I couldn’t see clearly. The cheongsam girl began to speak: "Bosses, the goods are now being shipped. Look, Well, if you can’t take the photo, there will be no next time.”

As he spoke, a waiter came out from one side, wearing a sleeveless waistcoat. His hands were as thick as corbels. He was holding a very long bamboo pole with a hook on the top of the glass cabinet. There is a ring, and the man hooks it with the hook on the head of the bamboo pole. He lifts the glass cabinet up like fishing, and then fishes the glass cabinet up with the bamboo pole, just like using a clothes fork to dry clothes, and lifts it up in the air. Delivered in the box.

The waiter's skills were very stable, and his hands did not shake at all while holding the bamboo pole upstairs, and he delivered it from room to room along the outer edge of the balcony on the second floor.

No one picked me up and I couldn't pick him up. I just kept an arm's length away. I just glanced at him in the air. In less than half a minute, he arrived at the next house. Soon he was in front of me. The fat man immediately came over and I also Crane your neck to see,

The distance was very close and I could see clearly. I immediately discovered that the material of this thing must be the kind of meteorite stone that is used to make jade figurines.

For a moment, I really wanted to snatch them away and tell them to run away, but I resisted this thought.

The thing was quickly taken away and placed back in the center of the stage. Then, the same guy started stringing up the bells one by one with a bamboo pole. The little girl next to the old woman took it and put it next to the old woman. The other people in the box took it, but I didn't.

I thought the bells were only for those who were participating in the auction, so I didn’t care. I thought the bells were about to start after the bells were distributed. Unexpectedly, in the end, the guy handed me something alone.

It was a small lantern, only the size of a small watermelon. There was a small candle inside. The cloth was cyan and very dark. At first glance, it was not for lighting.

As soon as the thing appeared, there was a small commotion in the whole scene. Suddenly, the commotion slowly turned into an uproar. I saw that all eyes were focused on me.

I was stunned. The fat man took it inexplicably and put it next to me. As soon as he put it down, the whole venue suddenly burst into warm applause.

I looked at the fat man and became even more confused. On the other side, a guy came up from behind, picked up the lamp, and helped us hang it on a buckle on the pillar on the side. The old lady said quietly from the side: "If you don't pay tribute to your admirers, no one in this hotel has dared to light this sky lantern for a long time. You can be regarded as giving face to Mr. Wu, and no one in the world will know about it in the future. Everyone knows your reputation as the young master of the Wu family."

I looked at her, not understanding what it meant yet, but I seemed to have heard these three words "lighting sky lanterns" somewhere.

She looked at me and sneered, and continued: "However, with this temporary prestige, I'm afraid your old Wu family will be burned down by your prodigal lamp this time."