It was Niu Sanpang's first time in Myanmar. The weather was only around 30 degrees, which was much more comfortable than the climate in Kyoto.
"Okay, I also have a guide here. He is a local leader. With him following us, there are many things we don't need to worry about."
Qiu Guangyao stood up and waved to a bodyguard, who quickly said: "We are already waiting in the lobby on the first floor."
A group of people entered the lobby through the elevator. Brown Bear was carrying a bag, and three brothers were following behind him. They were about to follow Li Mo out.
"Hello, Mr. Qiu." A tall and slender man with dark skin in the hall hurriedly walked up to Qiu Guangyao and said with his head bowed, "Do you have the same arrangement as before?"
"Let me listen to my brother's arrangements this time. Let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Li and this is Mr. Niu."
The man quickly called out Mr. Li and Mr. Niu again.
"His name is Chazi, and he has some background in both black and white."
"Hello, I'm going to trouble you to take us around today." Li Mo glanced at the brown bear and saw him take out a brand new stack of unopened cash from his satchel and hand it to Fork.
Cha Chu was stunned for a moment, then the smile on his face became wider. This young boss is quick to make moves, and this pile of money is quite a lot. However, he did not accept it immediately, but looked at Qiu Guangyao.
"This is what Mr. Li means, accept it."
"Thank you, Mr. Li. The car is ready. Please come over here."
Seven convertible cars have been parked in front of the hotel, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery all the way from them.
"Mr. Li, where are you going? Can you tell me a place?"
"There are still two or three hours until dark. Is there an antique street nearby? I'm more interested in that stuff."
"Yes, we'll be there in fifteen minutes. Please get in the car."
Qiu Guangyao and Niu Sanpang had no objection. In fact, they also wanted to see with their own eyes what antiques Li Mo could find in Myanmar. After all, he went to London and exchanged the Western art he bought for tens of thousands of antiques.
Many people have estimated that the total value of this batch of exchanged antiques has exceeded 20 billion.
Twenty billion!
And this is not a stock. There is a huge risk that the stock will become worthless. This thing is increasing in value every year, which makes people jealous just thinking about it. It is simply a mountain of gold that will never be exhausted.
So when I heard that Li Mo was going to visit the antique streets in Myanmar, I wished that Li Mo could help me find one or two pieces.
With a local snake like Fork leading the way, a group of people soon arrived at an old street in Yangon. The old street is very prosperous, there are many tourists, and you can clearly hear the accents of many compatriots.
"Mr. Li, if you walk fifty meters further into this old street, there will be an area dedicated to selling various antiques, and there are also many porcelains from China. But generally the better ones are in the shops along the street, and outside The little stalls display things to fool tourists.”
Cha Zi did his job well, and it was no surprise that Li Mo gave him a bunch of tips when they met.
A few people kept walking forward, and soon Li Mo saw the antique street. There were many stalls on both sides of the street, with all kinds of strange things on them, with strong shapes and colors. National characteristics.
Some of the stall owners knew Chazi and greeted him enthusiastically when they saw him: "Brother Cha."
This stall owner speaks ok Chinese, but his name makes people laugh a bit, "Brother Cha", why does it sound so funny?
"Chinese, descendants of the expeditionary force."
Chazi briefly introduced his origins.
Li Mo glanced at his stall, then continued walking forward. When he saw the seventh stall, his eyes fell on a black six-story hexagonal pagoda, about forty centimeters high and about fifteen centimeters in diameter at the base. A black round bead is inlaid on the top of the pagoda, and a round bead is also inlaid on the hexagons of each floor of the pagoda.
Under the sun, this Baotong is dark and reflects a metallic luster.
At this moment, under the perspective of his strange eyes, the black six-story hexagonal pagoda had gray haloes spreading to all sides. This pagoda still has its origins, and it has a history of more than two hundred years, probably around the middle of the Qing Dynasty in China.
The most important thing is that the black pagoda has revealed its original true appearance under the strange eyes. It was not black at all, but entirely golden. All the beads inlaid on the pagoda were of different colors, including rubies, emeralds, black gems, and purple gems.
For unknown reasons, this extremely precious six-story hexagonal gold pagoda was painted this color with a special black pigment. Even though it has become completely black now, it still gives people a very strange cold metallic texture under the sunlight.
The stall owner is a man in his forties or fifties, thin and sitting on a wicker chair. When they saw Li Mo and others standing at the stall, looking at them, they quickly said a few words that they didn't understand.
Chazi responded a few words and then said to Li Mo: "Mr. Li, this person said that if you like something, he can give you a 20% discount."
Li Mo nodded, squatted down and picked up a wooden sculpture of a bird from the stall, and then asked, "How much does this cost?"
The stall owner made a gesture, and Chazi translated: "More than 70,000 Myanmar kyats, about more than 300 yuan."
"Yeah, I want it."
Li Mo picked up the second one and looked at it: "How much is it?"
"Nearly four hundred dollars."
"I want it too."
Then Li Mo picked six, and the total was less than 3,000 yuan. The stall owner smiled with yellow teeth and couldn't close his mouth with joy.
Niu Sanpang has already seen Li Mo's style and knows that there must be something big wrong with this humble stall.
"How much does this six-story tower cost?"
The stall owner was already intoxicated with excitement and made several gestures towards the fork. Chazi frowned slightly, but still translated in a low voice: "What the stall owner means is that this pagoda is an ancestral treasure of their family. It costs one million Burmese coins, which works out to almost five thousand yuan. This is not discounted."
Li Mo nodded hesitantly and said, "I bought it."
Brown Bear immediately took out a wad of money and handed it over, and the stall owner kept saluting everyone to express his gratitude.
Li Mo personally picked up the pagoda. It looked quite big, but in fact it was not heavy.
Niu Sanpang immediately knew that the thing in his arms was his real target, and he didn't know what the black thing was.
"Good brother, what exactly is this? Is it a precious antique?"
"I went back to the hotel and took another look. At first glance, it should be two to three hundred years old. Anyway, it's not a loss."
"What about the other stuff?"
Li Mo looked at the bodyguard behind him and said with a smile: "Keep it for now, and then dispose of it casually after you leave here."
A group of people continued to wander forward, and no one who could catch their eyes encountered them again.
"Brother Li, do you want to go shopping in the shops along the street? I see there are a lot of porcelain."
Qiu Guangyao already knew some information from Niu Sanpang, and he couldn't see anything weird about the black tower. But Li Mo held it himself, so there must be a reason, maybe it was a big mistake.
"Forget it, let's go eat. Everyone is tired today. Let's go to bed early. We have to rush to Naypyitaw tomorrow. If we have enough time next time, we can come over again."
A group of people, led by Cha Zi, went to a Chinese restaurant owned by Chinese, which is good at spicy food. This really suited Li Mo's taste, but Niu Sanpang couldn't bear it. After a few mouthfuls, it was so spicy that he kept coughing and drank cold water.
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