After staying in the guest house for a few days, we sorted out some ideas and made a decision.

That's a bunch of fucking lunatics! A bunch of cult worshipers living in the 21st century!

And we are all normal people, we just want to make money!

July died. His remaining followers tried their best to get the pair of earrings that Li Xian wore. What are they going to do? I don’t know. It has nothing to do with us, because we got a pair of earrings. A large number of priceless cultural relics.

It's not just one or two small things, it's hundreds of high-level cultural relics.

Once this batch of goods is ready, I, Xiang Yunfeng, will become a multi-millionaire!

Maybe, it’s a time bomb in your arms!

This batch of goods must not be placed here in Kangding. We don’t want other people in the industry to know the news, and we don’t plan to keep a watch on it every day. So in this case, where is it safer to put this batch of goods with a total price of over 10 million? ?

After serious discussion at the meeting, I came up with a good idea.

Another day passed.

Next Wednesday is Brother Tian’s wedding day. It was still bright and bright this morning, with light snowflakes floating on the sky. Brother Yu and I wore gloves and covered them tightly to move oranges to a Jinbei truck.

He put his head aside and warned: "Take the highway, you two must be careful on the road. After the goods are settled, go directly to Zhengding. We will meet there. Remember, it is Wednesday, don't delay the business."

"Don't worry, we will definitely arrive on time."

The boss attaches great importance to Brother Tian's marriage. He said that the relationship is here, and none of us can be missing. We must all be there on time.

I also said that next Wednesday, no matter whether it was the north or the south, many very awesome people would come to congratulate me in person, and I would be able to make friends then.

Xiaoxuan coldly shook hands and said, "The road is slippery, Yunfeng, please drive slower on the road."

"Let's go, everyone, go back." I stuck my head out to say hello, and Brother Yu and I drove away in the gold cup.

After walking for a while, I peeled and threw a piece of trousers into my mouth, turned around and said: "Brother Yu, drive slowly, there is plenty of time, we are not in a hurry, you think everyone is still sleeping at this time, this place is quite beautiful ."

Brother Yu concentrated on driving. He turned to look out the window and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful."

When I got tired on the road, I slept in the car, not daring to go to the hotel, so I took turns driving, and arrived in Beijing two and a half days later.

We arrived at Shilihe first. At that time, Tianjiao Cultural City was still a construction site, and a large archway was being built and was about to open.

I still remember several painters wearing safety belts while working at high altitudes. The construction site was surrounded by stalls selling various antiques, and no one was paying attention. The queues of these stalls continued to the east of Fangzhuang Bridge.

"Boss, how do you sell this tricycle?"

"This car? 180 yuan."

"So expensive? Look at this car, the tires are worn flat and the paint is peeling off. Apart from being bigger, how can it be worth 180?"

"Hey, is it expensive? How much do you want to give me?"

I thought for a while and said, "I'll give you 20 yuan then."

"No, no! 25 is too low!"

"This is the lowest, don't talk to me! It's 70 yuan, if you think it's okay, just ride away!"

I didn't hesitate, I immediately gave the money and pushed the big three wheels away.

When we came to a remote and uninhabited place, Brother Yu and I quickly transferred the goods from the Jinbei truck to a tricycle, covered it with two layers of raincloth, covered it tightly and tied it up in circles with ropes, and then I rode on the truck.

This batch of goods is very heavy, and the three-wheeled tires are not enough inflated. It is so close from Shilihe to Panjiayuan, and there is only a few minutes in the middle. I am tired from pedaling all the way.

Brother Yu drove the gold cup and followed closely. He honked the horn from time to time and made me angry and yelled.

I was sweating all over while riding a tricycle to Panjiayuan. It was around 5:30 in the evening, and the Panjiayuan market had just closed. Many people who had just closed their stalls were walking on the road pushing tricycles like mine.

I joined the large group of tricycles and followed them into the parking shed of the Warwick community opposite the market.

I said hello loudly: "Sister! Let's store the car!"

"coming!"

The eldest lady from the car shed is named Niu. She has a very honest husband who sets up a stall in the flea market to store three-wheelers. Everyone in his husband helps push the carts.

"I've never seen you before, young man, are you new here?"

I smiled and said, "I'm not new here. I used to store in other carports. I heard from my friends that my place is safe and convenient, so I came here to store..."

Sister Niu was holding a small book in her hand, and he immediately said happily: "That's right, Panjiayuan, please ask me, which stall owner doesn't know that my sister Niu's home is safe? Don't look at my carport, which is not big.

It’s a surveillance camera. My husband and I take turns watching it 24 hours a day, and we don’t even blink at night!”

I thought to myself, stop bragging and tell me how much it will cost. I haven’t eaten in a day.

"I see... your car is quite big, so that's 60 yuan a month, okay?"

"no problem".

We signed and paid half the money directly, and then Brother Yu and I parked the car in the innermost corner of the carport, surrounded by tricycles that were exactly the same as ours.

Sister Niu's carport is still in operation. Back then, the market stalls cost 30 to 60 yuan a month, but now it should be about 150 to 200 yuan a month, mainly depending on the size of your car.

I seriously told my friend Li that even now, among the carports in the Warwick community, there are still many inconspicuous tricycles covered with dust in the corners, and no one has touched them for a year and a half.

Just one item may cost you ten years of salary.

"Brother Yu, have you never been to Beijing?"

"Just came once."

"Oh, then I'm going to get some money. Let's go for a swim in the evening. Sanlitun and Houhai are there. There are many beauties there."

"Forget it, you know I'm not that kind of person."

"You know, I'm not that kind of person either."

After withdrawing money at the ATM, I turned around and saw a greasy-faced young man in a cotton coat and hat huddled next to a fire extinguisher. Beside him were two tattered big guns.

Trolley suitcase number.

My eyes were a little moist, and he looked up at me, because he was me four years ago.

At night, a bar in Sanlitun.

"Brother Yu, time is running out. We have to make a decision quickly. What gift should we give to Brother Tian?"

Brother Yu thought for a while, put down his wine glass and said, "They will have children in the future, right? I think it would be good to give them a 100-year-old safety lock."

"Safe lock? That's a good idea. Which one is better, silver or gold?"

"No, no, it doesn't feel good," an idea flashed in my mind.

As the saying goes, gold is valuable but jade is priceless. Jade can be passed down to the family. Besides, I have acquaintances here. If I really can’t, I can ask Master Zou for help. Get me an imperial green jade safety lock. That would be great!

I took out my cell phone and was looking for Zou Xiaotong's cell phone number when a strange call came in. The address showed that it was my hometown number.

"Hey, who's there?"

"Cousin, are you my cousin?"

"Who is your brother, and who the hell are you?"

"It's me, cousin, Xiang Xiaoliang! I'm your cousin!"

"Xiao Liang!? Why did you call me suddenly?"

Xiaoliang is a cousin of mine. We used to wear crotchless pants when we were kids, but we haven’t seen each other for several years. He is four years younger than me, and I have the impression that he is a bit introverted.

On the other end of the phone, he said in a low voice: "The situation is like this, cousin, I heard that you are doing well in Beijing, so I asked my grandma for your mobile phone number. I know it is a bit abrupt, but I am now

I'm in trouble and I can't live anymore. Brother, can you help me?"

The bar was too noisy, so I hurriedly ran to a quiet place and asked, "What's going on? Are you in Beijing? Where are you?"

"Hey, I live in an urban village near the coking plant. To be honest, cousin, I really don't want to live during this period. There is something I dare not tell my family. I have a child.

, born to my girlfriend.”

"What!"

"You already have children?! How old are you this year! You're not married yet!"

"Yes! So I know I was wrong!"

Xiao Liang suddenly cried and said: "Cousin, I was working as a scaffolder at a construction site half a year ago. I accidentally fell and broke my leg. I didn't sign a labor contract. In the end, the construction site lost 700 yuan. Now I'm spending my money."

It’s over and I don’t have any savings, I can’t even... I can’t even afford milk powder for my children.”

I frowned and said, "Okay, okay, don't fucking cry. I happen to be in Beijing too. Where are you at Daludian? I'll drive over to see you now."

"I live in the bungalow area behind the logistics park."

After hanging up the phone, I grabbed Brother Yu and drove to Dalu Store in a hurry.

When I entered his house, I saw that he was still the same as he had been for several years. He had not changed, but he had grown a lot taller.

A chubby baby fell asleep in a toy car, and a young, thin girl with red hair was sitting beside the bed, her head bowed and silent.

"Okay, stop getting up. How the hell are you acting like this? Can your legs walk?"

"Well, it's almost time to leave. Xiaoying, this is my cousin from my hometown in Mohe. Please call me Brother Xiang."

The girl looked up at me, spoke like a mosquito, and called Brother Xiang in a low voice.
To be continued...