Chapter 796: Selling antiques, Zhou Tian's accusation
Muttering to himself, his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.
At the Dongzhimen black market, at the entrance of a two-story courtyard, two lazy men were leaning against the wall at the entrance, smoking out of boredom. In the night, the faint cigarette butts emitted tiny dots of light.
"I say, Li Laosan, what do you think happened to the boss today? It's not like no one comes to see the boss on weekdays, but why is the boss so cautious today that he actually asked us two to watch the door?"
One of the young men blew out smoke rings in a bored manner and spoke with dissatisfaction in his tone.
You know, after following the boss for so long, he has become a well-known figure outside, but who would have thought that the boss would send him out to guard the door with Li Laosan today, which made him very dissatisfied.
"What else can we do? We just do what the boss says! But I heard that there seemed to be a few people from the Peninsula coming to Sijiu City. I guess the people who just went in must be related to those people from the Peninsula!"
Li Laosan said nonchalantly. Although he was also very curious, he knew his boss's character very well. If he went to ask the boss, he would definitely be scolded by the boss. Besides, although the boss did it very secretly, it was not unheard of for them, his confidants, to see such things. Therefore, he did not have much interest in what the boss was going to do.
Only Old Joe, since he followed the boss late, could not be unaware of some things.
"I see. But aren't the people on the peninsula very rich? Why would they come to us?"
Old Joe asked in confusion. As an inland person, he naturally knew where the peninsula was, but what did they do? They were in the black market and generally only sold or bought some daily necessities. They didn't dare to sell many illegal items.
He didn't know what use these rich people had for people like them.
"You are a little ignorant, aren't you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Laosan took a deep puff of his cigarette and rolled his eyes at him. "What do we do? The black market has everything. And now I heard that many merchants on the Peninsula like our antiques and calligraphy the most. The older and more famous the antiques and calligraphy are, the higher the price they sell for. What do you think they can do with us?"
"Buying antiques?"
Old Qiao's eyes lit up instantly, and with a hint of smirk on his face, he walked up to Li Laosan, took out another cigarette, handed it to him, took out a lighter to light it, rubbed his hands and asked, "Third brother, do you have a channel?"
"What's the matter, Old Joe? You want to sell antiques and paintings?"
Li Laosan took another deep puff of the cigarette comfortably. Listening to what Lao Qiao said, he couldn't help but look at him and asked. He knew that it was rumored that Lao Qiao's family was a reserve of the Plain Yellow Banner in the previous dynasty. In the previous dynasty, they could not be called nobles.
But he was not comparable to ordinary people. Unfortunately, he encountered war later and his family fell into decline. After the liberation of the city, he could only be a second-rate person because of his family background and lack of job.
Just last year, this kid was recruited by the boss. With his good words and good horses, this kid was very important to the boss last year. In less than a year, he became a small leader in the black market. Although he is not as good as himself, he has a very good impression of this kid.
"Yes, Third Brother, you know that my family has only had a better life this year because of my eldest brother. Otherwise, we would have hardly made ends meet. In the past, I also wanted to sell some old things at home, but as you know, many places in the second-hand market offer very little money, and I was unwilling to do so. After all, those were all passed down from my family. Now that my eldest brother is also doing this, he must know a lot of people!"
"So, I want to ask Third Brother, do you have this channel?"
While the two were talking, on the wall of the courtyard, Zhou Tian's eyes flashed with something strange.
"Oh my goodness, I thought they were doing some kind of business here, but it turns out they're selling antiques!"
Looking at the boxes filled in the underground secret room of the courtyard with his spiritual consciousness, he couldn't help feeling disappointed. Perhaps in the minds of people who like antiques, selling antiques is a heinous crime, but in his heart, that's it.
After all, the antiques he collected in his space were countless, including many national treasures, and these antiques traded on the black market were nothing to him.
In his previous life, he had a doubt as to why antiques were so expensive. Although he did not deny that there was some cultural relic value in them, he really could not understand why they cost millions or tens of millions.
Can't eat, can't drink, especially these don't seem to be of much help in improving the country's strength. He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand. But no matter how much he doesn't understand, when he heard several people talking in the yard and one of them spoke Japanese, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"The people who were doing business with this gangster boss were actually Japanese!"
In an instant, he sentenced the black market in front of him to death in his heart!
Thinking of this, his eyes rolled and he immediately thought of a solution. With a thought, he moved all the boxes in the basement, put a national treasure and many precious antiques in his space, and also put a lot of Japanese firearms that he had looted.
Then he flashed away from the black market and rushed towards the nearest police station. On the way, he used his spiritual sense to find a piece of white paper in the space and immediately wrote a few words on it with a pen.
Soon after he finished writing, he used his spiritual sense to bind the paper to a pebble the size of an egg, walked to the outside of the police station, and threw it inside.
"Bang!"
"Who?"
As the glass of the police station was broken, the police officer on duty stood up instantly, gun in hand, and ran out into the yard.
Then, several more police officers ran out and looked around at the pitch-black night. They could not see any human figures. One of them, who was obviously a leader, looked at the police officer on duty and asked, "Xiao Zhang, what's wrong?"
"Director, I don't know either. I was on duty just now when I saw someone throw something in and break the glass!"
The police officer just now reported it immediately.
"What? Let's go and take a look!"
The director was startled at first, then seemed to remember something, his face changed slightly, and he turned to the door. Suddenly, he saw a piece of white paper under a pebble, leaned down and reached out to pick up the paper. After reading the information on the paper, his face instantly became serious.
He immediately stood up and said to the others, "Everyone, gather together. Xiao Zhang, go and inform the comrades who are resting to come to the police station immediately!"
"Yes, director!"