Hearing this, the old vendor's reading glasses quietly slid down his chin, his old eyes froze, and he looked at the middle-aged man stupidly. He didn't know whether he was surprised, frightened, or regretting that he had underreported the money.
After getting the two thick stacks of money, the old vendor's mouth was trembling, as if he was dreaming.
"Boss, you haven't told me the whereabouts of the Taiping Treasures yet."
"Oh oh oh, yes, yes..."
The old street vendor kept rolling his eyes as he told the legend of the treasures of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
At that time, Lao Hong took over half of the Qing Dynasty and plundered countless gold and silver treasures, all of which were piled in the Jinling Palace. Zeng Guofan destroyed Jinling, but these treasures disappeared.
This is what Zeng Guofan said in his return to Cixi.
These treasures have also become an eternal mystery.
Some said it was buried in Zijin Mountain, so many people dug all over Zijin Mountain.
Some said it sank in the Qinhuai River, so the Qinhuai River was also dug up.
Some said they were transported back to their hometown by Zeng Guoquan.
Others said that these treasures were moved abroad by Zeng’s family.
The one with slightly higher authenticity and credibility is that the treasures were transported back to their hometown and set up for education.
Therefore, in the 20th century, talented people emerged in Tianxiang Province in large numbers, creating epoch-making history one after another.
As for what the boss said about the wealth of the Jintian Village group, it is not surprising at all.
For example, the old gangster Liu Bang. The group of people who followed him included Lu Wan, Xiao He, Fan Kuai, Xia Houying, Cao Shen, and Zhou Bo. They were all from the same place as Liu Bang, and their professions were also different.
Lu Wan is the iron brother of Liu Bang, Fan Kuai is the dog-slaughterer, Cao Shen is the jailer, Xiahou Ying is the coachman, and Zhou Bo is the drummer.
Look like Zhu Yuanzhang again.
The group of old brothers who followed him, the three brothers Wu Dianzhang, Tang He, Chang Yuchun, Xu Da, and Guo Ying were also in the same place as Zhu Yuanzhang.
In the parlance of feudal superstition, there were too many gods reincarnated in the lower world at once, and they left in such a hurry that the Samsara Department was so busy that they simply settled in the same place as Ziweixing. Read the book
From a Feng Shui perspective, it’s easy to explain.
The energy of the earth shifts, and the earth dragon flourishes. A big dragon vein swells a small place, and not only the real dragon emperor, but also the princes and nobles emerge.
The old vendor is a local, and he is quite elegant in appearance and dress.
Especially the long beard, which adds to the appearance of an outsider.
A lot of legends and ghosts were told. The old vendor was so passionate that even he believed it.
The middle-aged man opposite also listened with great interest and his face was filled with fascination.
"Actually, everyone is wrong."
Suddenly, the old vendor looked serious and said, "The treasures of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom are under the care of the Tiandihui. Before the city of Jinling was destroyed, the Tiandihui transferred a large part of the treasures out..."
"It's hiding in Jiaohuitou!"
As he spoke, the old vendor opened his palms.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and two lightsabers pierced the old vendor's hands.
In the hands of the old vendor, a dark round mirror suddenly appeared.
"The earth shakes the high hills, and the streams and mountains are beautiful through the ages. The door faces the sea, and the three rivers merge and flow for thousands of years."
"This token was passed down from Lai Hanying, the second master of the Tiandihui back then..."
"Lai Hanying is Hong Xiuquan's brother-in-law and uncle Guo, Hong Chunkui's cousin..."
"Give me money!"
In the blink of an eye, the old vendor had five new stacks of red banknotes in his hand.
After a lot of deception, the old vendor had obtained a total of 80,000 yuan, and he was trembling with excitement. ap..
Anyone with a discerning eye will know that the old vendor is bragging, but he can't stand the fact that the middle-aged man opposite has a lot of money and is stupid.
After getting the heavy black token, the middle-aged man just looked up and down before getting up and leaving.
Seeing that the middle-aged fat sheep was about to leave, the old vendor gritted his teeth and took out a roll of ancient paintings from his bag: "Boss, I have another painting here, which is said to contain clues about the treasures of the Tiandihui."
The middle-aged man turned his head and looked down, still smiling: "How much please?"
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"One hundred and eighty thousand..."
This is the final stab to kill the middle-aged man.
Middle-aged people look like a loser at first glance, and will never come back after leaving the antique street.
As long as this last blow can be made, there will be no need to open for three years.
Originally, the old street vendor thought that the middle-aged man would definitely shout for money without blinking an eyebrow.
However, after a few seconds, the middle-aged man only smiled but did not respond.
"I'm kidding you. Take the 80,000 yuan."
"As a regular customer, I'll give you a 30% discount."
"How about you make a price?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said softly: "I bought you so many things, shouldn't you give me a gift?"
The old vendor smiled awkwardly and shouted anxiously, "The lowest price is ten thousand. Even if I sell you at a loss."
"Thank you boss for telling me the story."
The middle-aged man shouted loudly: "I live in the old bungalow on Yihe Road."
After saying that, the middle-aged man ignored the old vendor and walked away.
In an instant, the old vendor no longer had any of his demeanor as a worldly expert and hurriedly got up and chased the middle-aged man: "Eight thousand. Eight thousand."
"Six thousand, six thousand..."
"Five thousand, minimum five thousand."
Seeing the middle-aged man walking further and further away, the old vendor gritted his teeth and jumped up and shouted: "One thousand!"
When the middle-aged man disappeared, the old vendor turned his mouth angrily, stamped his feet, and kept cursing with extreme resentment.
At this moment, I slowly walked up to the old vendor and asked, "Do you want to sell it for five hundred?"
The old vendor trembled, looked me up and down, shouted with red eyebrows and green eyes, "I didn't even sell you 180,000 yuan, why should I sell you 500 yuan?"
I pursed my lips, put my hands in my pockets, turned around and left.
"Come back, come back, give me eight hundred."
"five hundred!"
"Seven hundred!"
"five hundred!"
"Take it!"
Carrying the tattered ancient paintings bought for 500 yuan in other hands, he whistled and went to the Qinhuai River. ..
A few hours later, a sudden heavy rain turned the entire Confucius Temple treasure appraisal scene into a disaster. People who were soaked in water were waiting in line with enthusiasm to wait for Long Yao's favor.
Jinling is surrounded by mist and rain, and Qinhuai is locked in fog!
I quickly entered the infield amid the crowds of people.
