Zhao Zhendong is a local, and he is engaged in the antique business. People in Zhuji may know that there was an overpass there in the early years, and stalls were set up on the bridge to sell antiques. I don’t know if the bridge is still there now, so he sets up a stall on the bridge to sell antiques. Antiques, so he is an insider and knows some inside information.
When he learned that I was also traveling with him, he immediately let down his guard, put down his chopsticks and whispered to me: "Brother, Boss Zhao was shot to death last night while resisting arrest and escaping. The police found him in the basement of his factory. Hundreds of national treasure-level cultural relics! There are more than a dozen white jade Bodhisattva statues from the Sui Dynasty alone!"
He added: "In the past two years, all those who have sold unearthed cultural relics, as long as they did not run away, were all fucking arrested yesterday! Our current cultural relics market in Zhuji is so panic-stricken that I dare not go to the bridge to sell it. It’s so bad that those who opened the shop have not dared to open their doors for the past two days. This is all thanks to Boss Nie! That’s why I say he died well!”
"Brother Zhao, when do you expect this gust of wind to pass?" I asked.
Lighting a flower stick, he smacked his lips and said, "It's hard to say, it depends on the meaning above. Anyway, I estimate that this wind will last for at least two years."
"so long?"
"Yes, we have a big tomb in Zhuji. Does King Gou Jian of Yue know about it? His father's tomb is here, and it was stolen last year. It may have something to do with this. You say now, sell fakes to make money. If you don’t have enough money, you may be caught selling genuine goods at any time. It’s hard to do business. Brothers, how is your business in the north? If possible, I will have to move my position.”
As the saying goes, cats have cat paths and mice have mouse paths. No matter how strict the trade in unearthed cultural relics is, this person’s first thought is not to change his career, but to change places and continue to do business. This is why this industry has been banned repeatedly for thousands of years. Endless reasons.
And those who supply these people are people like me. Even if I don't do it, there will still be countless people doing it. This is an endless cycle. Even if the old pedant is very capable, he can't change this situation. This industry will last forever. exist.
After three rounds of drinking, I was already seventy percent tipsy. I take back what I said before about southerners not being as good as northeasterners. This guy can drink. Just the two of us, we drank four and a half bottles of white wine. .
I was 70% drunk at this time, and he was very drunk. He insisted on pulling me and yelling for help. We were talking nonsense, and suddenly a table next to us was overturned!
"Fuck you! Try saying it again!"
"Just say it! Do you think your father is afraid of you?"
The person who started the trouble got red-eyed and immediately rushed into the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife! He chased and chopped the other person with his knife!
The man ran away, and the guy threw his hand away with red eyes!
At this moment, the watermelon-headed waiter just opened the door curtain and walked out.
"Be careful with the knife!" someone reminded loudly!
Seeing the bright kitchen knife flying towards him, Watermelon Head quickly stretched out two fingers.
Impartially, the kitchen knife flying at high speed was caught between his two fingers, and it was steady...
Everyone present, including me, stared wide-eyed and couldn't react for a moment.
Watermelon Head glanced at us lightly, then turned and entered the kitchen with a kitchen knife.
After dinner, Zhao Zhendong and I exchanged phone numbers and agreed to have a drink later when we were free. I did not go back, but stayed in the car.
At 11:30 p.m., the small restaurant closed, and I saw the watermelon head walking out carrying a plastic bag.
I drove and followed him from a distance, and saw him stop holding a plastic bag as he passed the entrance of the Zhejiang Socks Factory.
He suddenly took out a bamboo dragonfly from his arms, pinched it with his hand, and the bamboo dragonfly flew into the sky.
The bamboo dragonfly flew higher and higher. He looked up and stared for a while, then turned and left with a smile.
A minute later, my eyes widened as I watched the bamboo dragonflies slowly falling from the sky.
