Ma Jinbao hesitated and said, "Qin Guangming, Vice Mayor Qin, do you know?"
"Him? What's wrong with him?" Tang Jiawei was very puzzled. In his eyes, Qin Guangming was just a bureaucrat who colluded with the black and white groups to do some shady things. He was not a big shot.
At the reception for Tang Jiawei's inauguration, Zhang Yongsheng met Qin Guangming and thought he was just a gentle scholar. The bodyguards next to him are somewhat capable, but they are only on the same level as Hu Dali, and far inferior to Ma Jinbao. Why would Ma Jinbao be afraid of him?
Looking at Tang Jiawei's confused expression, Ma Jinbao explained: "Don't look at Qin Guangming's scholarly appearance, but his backstage is not simple. To express his ambition, don't call me a traitor from the Eagle Claw Sect. The entire Eagle Claw Gate is not enough for people to see.”
"Is his backstage so powerful?" Tang Jiawei asked in surprise, "I heard that he has a backstage in the province. What is his backstage? Can't even offend your Eagle Claw Sect?"
Ma Jinbao shook his head and said: "The people in the province are just small fish and shrimps, and his backstage is in the capital. I don't know the details, but I know that he has many connections in the capital and has excellent relations with several big families. This None of the several big families can be provoked by ordinary martial arts sects."
Tang Jiawei said doubtfully: "Maybe it's just a friendship, or it's an exchange of interests. It shouldn't be considered a strong backing, right?"
Ma Jinbao sighed: "I can't judge the closeness between them, but it's not easy for those families to station a master beside him. That man is good at Xingyiquan and Baguazhang, and his moves are unpredictable. He should be an official master. . I have exchanged several moves with him, and I am no match for him."
"How is this man's skill compared to Brother Zhang?" Tang Jiawei's heart stirred up huge waves. He never thought that Qin Guangming, whom he looked down upon, had such a powerful force behind him.
Ma Jinbao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Both of them are better than me, I can't judge. Judging from today's battle, I think he is not inferior to Zhang Shixiong. Zhang Shixiong is still young, and he is almost forty years old. In terms of combat experience and deep internal strength, we may have certain advantages.”
Tang Jiawei turned to look at Zhang Yongsheng. Zhang Yongsheng smiled slightly and said: "If it's just this intensity today, then there's nothing to worry about. It's just a warm-up. Don't worry."
Ma Jinbao said displeased: "Confidence is good for young people, but complacency can kill you. You haven't even fought with him, where did you get this kind of confidence? It's better to be humble. If you are too arrogant, you will regret it." .”
Zhang Yongsheng pointed at Ma Jinbao's wrist and said proudly: "You might as well take a look at your wrist. How is it different from just now? You will be surprised."
Ma Jinbao frowned and rolled up his cuffs. He was shocked when he saw three light red fingerprints near the wrist of his left forearm. These three fingerprints are very clear, fully showing the outline of the fingers. He rubbed it on his fingerprints. There was no change in the fingerprints, and there was no pain or itching in his arm.
"You...when did you stay?" Ma Jinbao was shocked and angry, and asked Zhang Yongsheng.
He has been in the world for decades and has seen many similar situations. This situation is often left behind by special means, either poisoning, marking, or a hidden injury. Zhang Yongsheng was able to leave such fingerprints without making him aware, which showed that his martial arts skills were much higher than his.
Zhang Yongsheng smiled and said: "It's just a small trick, not worth mentioning. If you can write off Yao Xiuqing's account, I will give you a way to lift the ban, otherwise you can only chop off your arm."
Ma Jinbao knew that he had been tricked by Zhang Yongsheng. If he could not meet his request today, he might not be able to save his arm. He turned to look at Tang Jiawei. Tang Jiawei pointed at Zhang Yongsheng, then spread his hands and made a helpless expression.
He has been traveling around the world for decades, but he fell into trouble twice at the hands of Zhang Yongsheng. Ma Jinbao was almost furious. But now that he was under the control of others, it was not the time for him to lose his temper, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "What method did you use?"
Zhang Yongsheng said proudly: "The Blood-Coagulating Divine Claw, have you ever heard of it?"
"Blood Coagulation Divine Claw?!" Ma Jinbao almost screamed out these four words: "How is that possible? This martial art has been lost for three hundred years. Where did you learn it?"
Tang Jiawei was startled by him and asked doubtfully: "Is this martial arts very powerful? Does it scare you?"
Ma Jinbao suppressed the shock in his heart and replied: "This martial art is the most superior claw skill. It was rampant three hundred years ago, and few people could confront the enemy head-on. The most terrifying thing about it is that the claw skill hides a strange and mysterious force. If the Yin energy is strong, the person's blood will coagulate and die after three days, which is what is now called thrombosis."
Zhang Yongsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not that exaggerated. It depends on your skill. I didn't use much strength just now. At most, it was just an amputation. If you cooperate honestly, I will give you a way to relieve it later. You Follow this for seven days and your fingerprints will disappear and everything will be fine.”
Ma Jinbao's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You have such magical skills at a young age, no wonder you don't take anyone seriously. No matter how powerful Xingyiquan and Baguazhang are, they can't compare to the blood coagulation that roamed the world three hundred years ago. Divine Claw. Well, I promise you to write off Huang Jian’s accounts, but there is a condition."
"Do you still have conditions?" Zhang Yongsheng felt a little incredible. Ma Jinbao's life was in his hands, but the old man still refused to let go.
Ma Jinbao nodded and explained: "If you cancel Huang Jian's accounts, you will be responsible for what happened behind him. I can't handle it, so I can only tell Qin Guangming the truth, and he will naturally send someone to find you. .”
Tang Jiawei wondered: "What does Huang Jian's old accounts have to do with Qin Guangming?"
Ma Jinbao said eloquently: "As you know, I have a line of high-end imitation antiques. I have been running this line for many years, but it was discontinued eight years ago. The last batch of high-end imitation antiques disappeared, among which It has something to do with Huang Jian. And the buyer of these antiques happens to be Qin Guangming."
I learned from Ma Jinbao that he originally had a channel for making high-quality imitation antiques. The person who imitated antiques was named Zhu Yimin. This man's craftsmanship is very good, and the things he makes can look real. The two worked together for a long time, made a lot of money, and became famous in the industry, called Zhu Fang.
Although Zhu imitation is a fake, it can deceive the eyes of many experts. It has been put on the auction house as genuine many times and sold at the price of the genuine article. After Qin Guangming learned about Zhu Fang's reputation, he made inquiries and found Ma Jinbao, and ordered a batch of Zhu Fang at a high price to bribe the important officials above him.
Ma Jinbao prepared a batch of goods for him and asked Wu Chengjun's deputy Wan Zhiheng to escort them to the place agreed with Qin Guangming. At that time, Wan Zhiheng and Huang Jian cooperated in the flour business. Wan Zhiheng provided the money and Huang Jian had the channels. The two took advantage of the opportunity to transport Zhu imitation antiques and mixed Bai Mian into them.
