"Even a layman like me can spot the fake product with the wide open door." Boss Ma looked at Shopkeeper Luo and the two shopkeepers mockingly.
When they heard Boss Ma reveal the scam, the two of them looked at Boss Ma in surprise and horror.
"The Yongle blue and white flowers are all made in the Yongle year. There is no Yongle year in the Ming Dynasty... The year system in the Ming Dynasty was only introduced after Xuande. Am I right? Shopkeeper Luo." Boss Ma said to Shopkeeper Luo with a smile. .
"We are all Chinese..." Shopkeeper Luo said harshly.
"If we weren't all Chinese, I would have given you some water on the spot." Boss Ma changed his expression and said solemnly.
"However, according to the rules of the antique store, goods cannot be returned or exchanged after leaving the store. Today, the Japanese girls bought fake goods and had their eyes opened, so they can only admit that they are unlucky. And Boss Luo didn't say it was real at all, right? Boss Luo?" "Boss Ma said, winking at Boss Luo.
"Well, doing business is not easy, but this is also a replica made during the Qianlong period. It is still worth two thousand yuan. Mr. Ju is considered a very particular person among the Japanese and always deals fairly, but the world is not good..." Shopkeeper Luo saw that the peepshow was being torn apart, so he simply sat down and began to complain about the high rent, exorbitant taxes, local tyrants and evil gentry... He vividly taught the three party-state elites a political lesson about the difficult life of the people.
"Okay, okay, I know it's not easy for you..." Boss Ma said angrily, as if he was the bad guy.
"I don't have to give you the money, but you have to tell me about Mr. Ju." Boss Ma rolled his eyes and put on a harmless expression.
"Oh, what are you talking about, Mr. Ju..." Shopkeeper Luo seemed to be interested in talking about beautiful women and started to gossip.
"This Mr. Ju is a Japanese aristocrat. It is said that his husband died not long after they got married..." Shopkeeper Luo is also a clever person, starting directly from the topic that everyone is most interested in.
"Widow..." Boss Ma mumbled, with a complicated expression on his face. I didn't know what he was thinking.
"It is said that Mr. Ju did not want to stay in Japan after his husband died. He said he was afraid of seeing things and missing people. And because of his family background, he was particularly interested in Chinese culture... Last year, he went to the National Zhejiang University to serve as a professor of Eastern and Western cultures... It is said that she bought this Yongle blue and white as a birthday gift to the Japanese consul in Hangzhou..." Boss Luo continued the gossip.
"Well, you are quite well-informed. Forget it, we are all Chinese, so this will not happen again..." Boss Ma stood up and said proudly.
After coming out of Boyaxuan, Xiao Lu asked curiously: "Boss, are you going to let these two liars go?"
"It's not that easy to let them go. This Japanese widow didn't have a hand in it. I'm going to get something in his shop today and take the opportunity to get close to the Japanese consulate... Right now, I'm thinking about setting up a peripheral informant group. This matter The fat man will be responsible. Let’s do some surgery on these two guys first... Find out their backgrounds tomorrow, and then have a good talk with them..." Boss Ma changed his original vicious tone again.
"What if they don't do it?" the fat man asked.
"If you dare to push someone back, or you're acting secretly, or you're a spy from the Party Affairs Investigation Department, fat man, you can use all your methods. As long as you can't kill him, you can do the rest..." Boss Ma said in a sinister tone.
"Don't worry, if they don't follow the truth, let them know that Lord Ma has three eyes..." The fat man also gritted his teeth, looking like a coward.
"You still have to pay attention to methods, and focus on persuasion and education... Xiao Lu, you will continue to investigate the Japanese concession tomorrow, pay attention to records, and pay more attention to protecting yourself. Safety first, if the situation goes wrong, get out immediately, do you understand." Boss Ma said to his brother I still attach great importance to my safety, and gave the long-winded instructions.
"I have to go meet that Japanese widow..." Boss Ma had a resolute expression on his face, like if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?
The next day, National Zhejiang University, University Road, Hangcheng.
Unlike later universities, which were often high-rise buildings and gymnasiums, most of the universities at this time were small buildings shaded by green trees, and each of the colleges had a bookish atmosphere that made people indulge in it.
Boss Ma got a student uniform from somewhere. After training in the mountains for nearly two months, Boss Ma lost a lot of weight, but it didn't look tight when he put it on, which was not too unconventional.
It is easier to find out which college Mr. Ju is in. Boss Ma quickly walked to the School of Liberal Arts. Today happened to be Mr. Ju's big class - "Comparison of Chinese and Western Literature". It is said that there were many students listening.
After asking a round-faced female classmate about the large lecture hall where the lecture was held, Boss Ma found a seat in the middle. It was not good if it was too far forward. It would not be good if Mr. Ju recognized Boss Ma because of his outstanding character. It's even worse if you sit too far back, because you won't be able to hear the teacher's lecture clearly.
There were still many people attending Mr. Ju's class. It didn't take long for the entire lecture theater to be filled with people. There were still people standing behind to listen to the class. I didn't know whether they were watching more or listening more.
With the sound of a few hand bells, a pretty figure walked into the lecture theater. Today, Mr. Ju was wearing a gray cotton cheongsam, very plain.
I saw her walking up to the podium, gently putting down her textbooks and materials, placing her right hand on top of her left hand gracefully in front of her, bowing at a standard thirty-degree angle, and saying with a smile: "Hello everyone, this is the first time we meet, please take care of me!"
The etiquette is the standard bowing ceremony for Japanese women, but the accent is soft Jinling Mandarin without a trace of Japanese accent.
He turned around and wrote three Chinese characters on the blackboard - Tachibana Qianhua.
Oh, that’s what the Japanese widow’s name turned out to be, Boss Ma said to himself.
"Chinese literature has a long history and can be traced back to ancient times. The "Wax Ci" that appeared in the Shennong era is said to be a sacrifice song for farming..." Qianhua Tachibana used a magnetic mezzo-soprano to talk about the origins of Chinese and Western literature.
Boss Ma, who originally graduated from a third-rate local university in science and engineering in his previous life, doesn’t know much about Chinese and Western literature, such as Chinese Chu Ci and Han Fu, Tang poetry and Song poetry, Japanese waka and haiku, Western Homeric epics, romanticism...listen Boss Ma was dizzy. Looking at the enthusiastic expressions of the students around him, Boss Ma didn't feel that he should feel ashamed at all. Instead, he fell asleep listening to Mr. Orange's mezzo-soprano...
"Classmate, wake up... wake up quickly! You are already snoring!" Boss Ma seemed a little dazed as if someone was calling him, and was still shaking his shoulders, as if he was back in the political class of the training class on the mountain. Feel.
"This classmate, which department are you from? Why are you sleeping in class?" Mr. Orange seemed a little annoyed, and his cheeks were slightly red.
There were a lot of pointing and whispering voices around, and it became a buzzing noise. Of course, the main purpose was to criticize Boss Ma for not listening carefully in class and not respecting teachers.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Boss Ma knew something was wrong and quickly apologized.
"You dare to sleep in Mr. Ju's class. You must have some knowledge. Regarding the comparison of Chinese and Western literature, can this classmate talk about it?" A young man sitting in the first row wearing a black stand-up collar student uniform and a three-seven-parted hair said.
Boss Ma had no intention of coming to play. He was just a little tired and fell asleep. However, the noise around him became louder and louder, and the students looked at him more and more unkindly, as if they despised him. It turns out there are more.
Boss Ma is a shameless person. When he saw the crowd making noises, the Japanese widow looked a little proud on the stage. She got worried and asked, "Do you really want me to speak?"
At that time, college students were still mostly influenced by traditional culture and emphasized gentleness, respect, thrift and concessions. Who would have thought that such a devil would dare to go directly to the stage. Some good people below were ready to start booing, waiting for him to make a fool of himself on stage.
Boss Ma walked up to the podium proudly, bowed slightly to Mr. Orange and said: "Sir, I am a little unwell and I was a little abrupt just now. I hope you will forgive me."
After all, Mr. Ju is also a knowledgeable person. He has already stabilized his mind and said with a slight smile: "It doesn't matter, since this classmate is on stage, let me tell everyone."
"Ahem, sir, please take a seat first." Boss Ma said with a dry cough. He still knew the principle of respecting teachers.
After Mr. Ju found a seat in the front row and sat down, Boss Ma knocked on the desk and signaled for silence. Seeing that the people on the stage had a calm and self-confident air, the students below gradually became quiet.
Seeing that the big classroom was quiet, Boss Ma smiled and said, "I won't talk about the ancient times. It's all written in the books, so I'll just talk about something that's not in the books..." His expression was as if the TV station was not allowed to broadcast it. Like the cross talk, it is full of mystery.
"Since the opening of the sea in the Ming Dynasty, or since the Renaissance in the West, the greatest impact the West has had on China or the East has been opium and syphilis..." Ma Xiaoguang said.
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar below, but there was no booing, but there was a buzz.
"These two things will last forever in the entire Chinese society for hundreds of years...Schopenhauer once said that the first characteristic of modern European civilization is syphilis...Although opium and syphilis are endlessly poisonous, they cannot be treated equally. Obliterate, opium has triggered the production of many literary works. Ancient poets found inspiration in wine, while modern European and American poets got inspiration from opium... Syphilis is said to stimulate genius..." Boss Ma was shameless and shameless on the stage He was frothing at the mouth.
In fact, he was unwilling to go on stage, and he was unwilling to criticize Western civilization, but he was forced to the wall. Boss Ma, who does not bite, is not a good agent, but he cannot disgrace the Secret Service, nor can he disgrace the smiling instructor.
In fact, he also had a flash of inspiration, and refined and polished the general content of Dr. Fang's famous speech in Grandmaster Qian's famous novel later, and then said it out. If the rivers and lakes are in an emergency, Grandmaster Qian won't mind if it is for the great cause of the party and the country, not to mention that the novel has not been published yet. Dr. Fang may still be studying at Clayton University.
This speech stirred up waves, and the response below was quite enthusiastic. However, everyone here is a knowledgeable person. After thinking about it carefully, I feel that Boss Ma's words are reasonable. It is like eating stinky tofu. It smells bad. , it tastes delicious and is extremely nutritious.
"Pa bang..." Suddenly several rounds of applause sounded, followed by one after another, and finally thunderous applause...
Sure enough, the great master is extraordinary. Such a short paragraph shocked everyone with his words. Boss Ma blushed slightly but felt a little embarrassed. He pressed his hands together and said: "Show your ugliness, show your ugliness..." After bowing in greeting, he quickly walked off the stage. Come on, take advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and slip out from the side door.
Not long after I left the house, I heard several more bells ringing, and with a bang, Mr. Tachibana's lecture ended.
After the crowd dispersed, Boss Ma appeared mysteriously at the edge of the podium, startling Mr. Orange who was packing his books.
"Classmate, where did you go just now? I was looking for you just now..." Mr. Orange said with slightly red cheeks.
"Sir, I'm really sorry. There was indeed a misunderstanding during class..." Boss Ma is a reasonable person, and he can't bite others even if they are being polite.
"Oh, I remember, you were at Boyaxuan yesterday..." Mr. Ju thought he was a little face-blind, and only now did he recognize Boss Ma - failure.
"Oh, yesterday I felt that people are here to help each other..." Boss Ma said politely and gracefully.
"Thank you so much, I haven't asked for advice yet." Tachibana Qianhua recognized this young man who helped yesterday, and she felt even more favorable at that moment.
"My surname is Ma, Ma Jingtao..." Boss Ma introduced himself.
"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Ma." Mr. Orange nodded in greeting.
"By the way, yesterday I saw that classmate Ma seems to have done some research on antiques. If you have time, can you come to the humble house to talk about it? I have a few things. You can help me take a look... and continue to discuss the exchanges and influences of Chinese and Western cultures... Mr. Orange said softly to Mr. Ma.
"This..." Student Ma seemed to be caught off guard and said hesitantly.
"Why don't you have time?" Mr. Orange asked a little disappointed.
How could Student Ma disappoint the teacher? He gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I have time, but it's just a little disturbing sir."
"It doesn't matter." Mr. Orange quickly put away the handouts and materials.
"Classmate Ma, if you don't mind, please come with me." Mr. Orange still had a soft mezzo-soprano voice.
Along the way, classmate Ma couldn't stop thinking wildly. Could this be the plot of an action movie? This development is too fast! As an elite of the party-state, when the critical moment comes, should I sternly refuse and then angrily scold the Japanese female spy, and then the female spy will repent and re-surrender to join the Tiance Intelligence Team...
Soon, according to the plot, the two of them actually came to Mr. Ju's home, which was a three-story small foreign-style building not far from the campus of National Zhejiang University and not far from Tiesha River.
Student Ma's heart is pounding now. Is something really going to happen? What should we do then? If Miss Liu found out, would he put something in his breakfast to poison himself?
"Owner!"
As soon as he entered the door, he heard the voice of a follower from Boyaxuan that day.
Today I saw him wearing a national uniform with a collar, but it was a little different from the short coat he wore that day.
Mr. Orange went to the second floor to change clothes, while Mr. Ma sat down solemnly in the living room on the first floor. He didn't even taste the Longjing tea served by the maid, and had some random thoughts in his mind.
After sitting for a while, the maid came over, bowed to Mr. Ma and said, "Mr. Ma, the master invites you to go to the study on the second floor to talk."
Holding the tea cup, I came to the second floor anxiously.
What do you mean, what is the study room? Does your husband have a special hobby?
Holding the teacup in his arms, Classmate Ma entered the study room and saw Mr. Orange, who had changed into a riding dress and was sitting at the desk, looking at him with a smile.
There was a "click" behind her, and the maid closed the door...
Is something really going to happen?
"Don't move, raise your hands... and say, what is your purpose?" Mr. Ju turned around faster than flipping through a book. He magically pulled out a pistol from nowhere, pointed the muzzle at Classmate Ma and shouted coldly. road.
