The four bodyguards each performed their own duties and were arranged to go out. As for what method they would take to investigate, there is no need to ask more questions. Luo Chong believed in their abilities.

They are all special elites among professional mercenaries, and this is a problem that will not prevent them.

In this way, Luo Chong had nothing to do. If he didn't want to stay in the hotel, he could go out alone to stroll around.

However, before he walked out of the hotel, he received a call from Li Maosen.

"Brother Luo, I have already obtained Feng Zhenyu's three million. Now I can send someone to send you."

On the phone, Li Maosen's tone was a little cautious: "But I'm still a little worried. Can you soothe your friend's anger just three million? Otherwise, I personally add another two million and make up five million, isn't it better?"

After hearing what he said, Luo Chong understood that he must have asked someone to investigate the license plate number of the Audi car, and he also knew who the owner was.

Just imagine, if this incident angered the Fourth Master Mu of the Song family, Li Maosen would not have thought of going on in the capital from now on.

This is not a joke. It is too easy for Song Muyi to deal with a businessman with a gangster background like him.

You are not the boss of the underworld. Just find a reason to be arrested and tried in the first trial. You can just stay in prison for the rest of your life.

Of course, Li Maosen knew this greatness, but he had already made this mistake, so he could only try to make up for it before Mr. Mu got angry. Not to mention two million, no matter how much money he had, he was willing to pay it out.

Luo Chong understood his thoughts and said gently: "Brother Sen, since we are already friends, I can't let you suffer losses because of this. It doesn't matter. If you send that car to the repair shop, I will explain to that friend that I was hit during a racing car and had already been sent to the auto repair shop. Don't worry, he will definitely not care if he says this."

"Okay, okay, Brother Luo is so righteous. I, Li Maosen, remember this favor in my heart."

Li Maosen was overjoyed. Such an explanation was undoubtedly the most appropriate. He accidentally crashed a car. The man must have smiled and never asked more questions.

Luo Chong replied, "Brother Sen, you don't have to be polite. After a long time, you will know that the word "friend" is not just a talk here. Anyway, you can cheat anyone, and I won't cheat my friends. This is my principle of being a human being."

"Okay, okay, it's my luck to be able to meet friends like you."

Li Maosen smiled happily, and a big stone hanging in his heart finally put down. Then he asked, "Brother, I'll send you the check?"

"You can send someone here casually. I have something to do in an hour, so let him come here as soon as possible."

Luo Chong replied, "Brother Sen, don't run errands by yourself. When I finish the work of a few things on hand, let's sit down and have a good chat."

"OK"

Li Maosen responded happily: "I'll send someone to send you here."

There was a serious traffic jam in the capital. Li Maosen didn't want Luo Chong to wait in the hotel for a long time, so he asked his younger brothers to ride a few motorcycles to deliver money. So, the three million check was taken by Luo Chong forty minutes later.

After the young men who gave the money left, Luo Chong walked out of the hotel, found a bank casually, and transferred the money to his bank account.

This account is the security account provided to him by Galaxy Pier No. 8 in Huahai. Feng Zhenyu definitely cannot find his real name through bank account checking methods.

Although he was justified in taking the money, even if he knew his true identity, it didn't matter, Luo Chong was still willing to maintain a mysterious color and felt it was more fun.

Then, Luo Chong started wandering around the streets of the capital alone. At this moment, he was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the next moment, he was holding an ice cream in his hand. Anyway, his mouth was not idle, which really showed the age of eighteen.

Looking at the various passers-by on the street and the various trivial matters of life that are happening, it is really interesting to be wandering around without any pressure and leisurely, and occasionally doing it.

As he walked, Luo Chong felt aroused in his heart: "Panjiayuan Antique Market is here."

Only then did I realize that the most popular and most famous old goods market in the country is so close to the New Century Hotel where I stayed.

Luo Chong once heard of the "Ghost Market" in Panjiayuan Antique Market, which is a scene with a very Jianghu feeling.

"Ghost Market" refers to a temporary market that sells antiques at three or four o'clock in the morning. Speaking of "Ghost Market", it can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. At that time, the country's fortunes declined, and many high-ranking officials and nobles lost their families, so they took their antiques at home and sold them on the street.

However, this is a loss of identity after all, so you can only choose to trade with a lantern at three or four in the morning. In this way, the buyer will not be able to see the seller's face clearly.

Think about it, the light in the lantern in your hand is already very dark, and when it is lit from bottom to top, the human face will look like a grimace. The ghost market is therefore named and continues to this day.

However, the current ghost market is just a form. Sellers start setting up stalls at 4 a.m. and will not close the stalls after dawn. They still make money in business.

Since I got here, let's go in and take a look. Luo Chong didn't think about finding any valuable treasures. After all, he was a pure layman in this area and didn't understand at all.

Wandering around is just watching the fun. Of course, if you encounter a gadget that suits your hobbies, you can buy them. There is no need to worry about losing money when buying them, or making money when buying them.

The entire market area is large, with at least 70,000 to 80,000 square meters. In addition to some fixed stalls, many open spaces are occupied by temporary stall owners.

It’s very simple. A large piece of cloth is spread on the ground, and the things are placed on it. The stall owner sits on a small stool or a small stool, so that he can do business.

Jewelry and jade, antique furniture, four treasures of study, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, old books, ceramics, Chinese and foreign coins, bamboo and wood ivory carvings, shadow puppets and facials, Buddhist tokens, ethnic clothing, clothing, cultural revolution relics...

There are all kinds of things to sell, it is really lively.

Luo Chong walked around for more than 40 minutes, but he was very interested in watching it. During this period, he spent more than 1,000 yuan to buy a few small items and put them in a handbag and carry them in his hand. These items are not good or bad, but they have a good feeling about their appearance. After moving to a new home, it is a pretty good decoration.

As I walked, I suddenly heard Bubble shouting: "Little Master, look at that statue."

“Which?”

Luo Chong looked around, and without her speaking, her eyes naturally fell on a dark brown woodcarved statue at a street stall.

It turned out to be a statue of an evil ghost, about fifty centimeters in height, with fierce eyes, wide mouth, fangs, sharp ears, and a pair of demonic sharp horns on the head. He held a fork in his right hand and a five-finger scent in his left hand. The overall look was very ferocious.

Luo Chong squatted down, stared at the statue, and asked, "Boss, what kind of statue is this?"

The stall owner is a thin, black and thin middle-aged man with a gloomy face and a not very happy look, and the feeling of owing a lot of debts.

"Rakshasa ghost."

He glanced at Luo Chong and felt that Luo Chong was too young and didn't look like a real buyer, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Rakshasa ghost?" Luo Chong exclaimed deliberately: "It's not auspicious to buy this thing home."

The stall owner had a slight face and said nothing, but muttered in his heart: Nonsense, if it were a mascot, it would have been sold at a high price based on this old item a hundred years ago.

"How much?" Luo Chong asked again.

"Didn't you think it's unlucky, and you're asking for the price?" The stall owner replied slowly.

Luo Chong said casually: "I definitely don't like it, but one of my uncles prefers to collect such things. If the price is appropriate, I will take it back to him."

Luo Chong said this, but Bubble was anxious: "Don't bargain, buy it directly, don't be snatched away."

"What are you afraid of? Who would buy such things?"

Luo Chong replied in his heart, but by the degree of importance he attached to Bubble, he knew that this thing is very important and he must get it.

"Do you really want to buy it?" The stall owner then showed a more serious expression.

"I will ask you only if I have sincerity."

Luo Chong replied, "My uncle has more than a dozen similar things at home. If the price is not very expensive, I will buy them and give them to him."

"This thing is a real old object. I have identified it with an expert. It is definitely an old object a hundred years ago..."

The stall owner looked at Luo Chong and was also wondering in his mind that the offer would be in line with the kid's ability to bear it.

Although he is not old, his clothes are not cheap. He should be a rich second-generation from a good family, and he will definitely be able to pay for it if he has 10,000 yuan.

"Ten Thousand Two"

After the stall owner hesitated for a moment, he called out such a price. It was obvious that his meaning should be: give up two thousand yuan, bargain for Luo Chong, and an integer of 10,000 yuan can be sold.

Of course, Luo Chong could understand what he meant, so he cooperated very much and shouted the price of 10,000 yuan: "Ten thousand, if you want, I will move it away."

The silly stall owner was secretly happy, but pretended to hesitate for a few seconds before nodding: "Okay, take it away."

Luo Chong pretended to take out a stack of 100-dollar bills from his handbag and asked, "Do you give money here? Do you have a banknote detector?"

"have."

The stall owner turned his head and shouted to the left: "Three son, take the money detector over."

Then, a young man came over from the stall on the other side with a banknote detector and dragged a long wire.

After the money inspection was over, the statue of Rakshasa was also put into a large black bag and handed it to Luo Chong.

Although the size is large, the weight is not heavy, it is only more than twenty pounds. It is held in Luo Chong's hand, as light as nothing.

After Luo rushed away, the third son came to the middle-aged stall owner and laughed and said, "Uncle, this thing can be sold, and it's 10,000 yuan. You're really good."

"What's OK?"

The middle-aged stall owner was not too excited: "If your aunt hadn't forced me to sell such a scary thing as soon as possible, I would never sell it without 30,000 yuan. Don't forget that this is a hundred years old object. It's a pity that no one thinks it is unlucky."

"That's right, just sell it quickly." Sanzi nodded: "This thing is so fierce. I stared at it once. I had a nightmare that night and never dared to look at it again..."

The middle-aged stall owner was silent. For a moment, he couldn't say whether he should be happy or regretful. However, if he could be sold for 10,000 yuan, he would definitely be very happy when his wife came home in the evening.
Chapter completed!