"Brother, what do you think you're looking for?"
I pointed directly at my head.
The owner of the antique shop's eyes changed, and he lowered his voice and said, "I don't have that thing here. Even if I do, brother, you are too angry, and we won't dare to do business."
I smiled and said, "What's wrong with the raw face? Once it's raw, it'll be cooked twice."
I asked Ma Dachao to open the bag and give him a look.
Seeing the piles of tied cash in his bag, the boss thought for a moment and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there."
There is a shop called "Tongbaotang" in the Erbai Cultural Relics Market. The middle-aged owner said that it was opened by his second uncle. It turned out to be a coincidence. The owner of this Tongbaotang is the one Sai Xishi and I just met while shopping at a street stall. An old man with white hair.
Because after the brief contact just now, everyone knew that each other was an expert, so I directly told the other party that I wanted to find a well-preserved eyebrow bone. The older the better.
I won’t go into details about the process of viewing and selecting the goods. Anyway, I finally bought what I wanted at this store, which cost a lot of money. I even kept this old man’s phone number.
Ma Dachao witnessed the whole process. When he came out of the market, he couldn't help complaining: "Boss, what you just said were all slander. It makes us feel like we are buying contraband."
If I say you don’t know how to do it, then don’t ask.
There was a time when such items were banned from the market, such as the Kabala series, Dharma bells, Dharma conchs, Ajie drums, meat lotuses, and Tantric cloth dolls.
Despite the ban, there has always been a market for such items in the Mainland, and many wealthy people are obsessed with such items.
I personally don't like it. Most of the time, I won't take it if it is given to me for free. There are two reasons. One is that it is evil, and the other is that it is too cruel.
Take the Ajie drum for example. It is rumored that this kind of drum can drive away evil spirits after being beaten. Before the Qing Dynasty, this kind of drum was made of the "skin" of deaf-mute girls. Such girls were considered to have truly pure souls. According to a large number of literature and physical records, it is determined that the year before the drum making, the girl is required to be vegetarian for the whole year, and then a black herbal water will be smeared on her back.
Apply it once every five days. At that time, a special tool will be used to fix the person, a small hole will be cut on the scalp with a cross knife, and a large amount of mercury will be poured in. As the mercury flows throughout the body, the skin and muscles will begin to separate, so that A complete piece of skin can be obtained.
Then wash it, dry it in the sun, dehydrate it, start to draw some special scriptures, and finally punch holes, string it, tie the handle, and make it into a hand-cranked snare drum.
But don’t take it as a metaphysical story. There are quite a few of these Ajie drums left in real life. It is said that new ones are made every year, and the average price of real ones is upwards of six figures.
After coming out of the market, I bought two kilograms of oranges, and asked Ma Dachao to go to the clinic to buy me a bottle of hydrogen peroxide for disinfection, and then sent him away.
Back to the hotel, soak orange peels in hot water, mix the orange peel water with medical hydrogen peroxide in a ratio of three to one, and then soak the brown-yellow patina between the eyebrows.
After waiting for more than an hour, I repeatedly looked at the soaked eyebrow bone. The color has changed from brown to pale white. Compared with the broken one, the overall texture, color and size are similar. The difference is that the bone pattern is different in some places. This is okay. After all, the other person had never seen the original thing, so I asked him to take a look, and he said it was okay.
We set off at around 8 o'clock and arrived in Datang around 11:30.
"Brother Yu, wait here. If I don't come down within an hour, call Tian Sanjiu quickly."
Brother Yu frowned and said, "I think it's too risky. Tian Sanjiu is high in the sky and the emperor is far away. If something happens, he won't be able to save you in time. How about I just go up with you?"
"No, I just called Xiguatou. He said he only saw me. Please be patient and wait for my good news. It's okay."
The lights in the company lobby were very bright, but I didn't even see anyone. I thought this was wrong. Xiguatou asked me to go to the lobby to find the front desk. He told me that the front desk would lead me to the seventh floor.
I took out my cell phone and was about to call Xiguatou, when suddenly there was an unusual noise from the front desk.
"anyone there?"
"Is anyone here?"
As soon as I walked over, a female receptionist suddenly stood up.
Her whole face was covered with a layer of powder, which was very white, but the color of the lipstick on her lips was very bright. At first glance, I thought she was a fucking paper doll.
"Hello, I have an appointment to go to the seventh floor."
She had no expression on her face and didn't say anything. She turned around and took me away.
She was wearing a pair of high heels, which made a series of clicking sounds when she stepped on the smooth tiles.
"Beauty, I've been here a few times and it doesn't seem like you are the one at the front desk. Do you work the night shift?"
She turned her head and smiled: "Sir, it's normal that you haven't seen me before. I usually only work the night shift and am responsible for answering some consultation calls. I have been working here for many years."
When we got to the seventh floor, as soon as I turned around, the female receptionist who led me up suddenly disappeared.
I hurriedly ran to the stairs to look, and saw the figure of the female receptionist disappearing at the corner of the corridor on the third floor.
I thought to myself that it was so fast, how could I still walk so fast wearing high heels.
There was a knock on the door first, and then there was a voice calling in.
Watermelon Head was wearing black pajamas. When he saw me, he asked directly: "Where is what I want."
I took out the silver bottle wrapped in newspaper and put it on the table.
The watermelon head touched the pattern on the bottle and looked at it for a long time. His eyes gave people a very complicated feeling, which seemed to contain three parts excitement, two parts fear, and other emotions mixed in.
Then, he sat there looking at the bottle and talking to himself, and said inexplicably: "Okay, very good, the dragon gave birth to nine sons, Chi Kiss, is one of those things, a legacy of the Holy Lord."
"The female receptionist who brought me up just now gave me a weird feeling." I asked.
Xiguatou buttoned up his pajamas and said, "It's not surprising. Datang does different business during the day and at night, so the customers it receives are naturally different."
"What do you mean?"
Watermelon Head didn't answer directly. He opened his mouth and yawned and said, "It's not interesting. There are still many businesses in this world that you don't know about. There is a delay in the arrival of the 20 million yuan. It will be on your card tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
I immediately smiled and said: "I believe what you say, Boss Xu, so I am here to wish you a prosperous business next year and a good supply of goods."
"Are you sure you haven't seen the contents of this bottle?"
"No, to be honest, I've been researching it for several days. Maybe I'm too stupid and haven't even figured out how to open it."
Watermelon Head stared at me, as if he wanted to see through me.
I have experienced many big scenes, so naturally I will not reveal my faults. One of my abilities is to catch lies without blushing.
Watermelon Head added: "One more question, do you know the specific source of this thing?"
Without changing my expression, I replied: "I don't know exactly where the things came from. I can only tell you that I bought them from a local taxi driver. This person took my money and seemed to have moved his whole family to I'm out of town and can't be contacted for a long time."
Making false claims and false claims, avoiding the important and taking the easy, making it difficult for people to tell the truth from the false. This is how I responded to his questioning.
He suddenly asked me: "Brother, do you believe there is a Buddha in this world?"
I shook my head in disbelief.
He asked again: "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
I fell silent.
Xiguatou put out the cigarette in the ashtray with force: "Don't think too much, I'm just chatting with you. Although you and I are both in the industry, we are of different natures. I am a back-up guy, and you are a front-line guy."
He said calmly: "A few years ago, I sold a foreigner an ever-burning lamp from a tomb for more than four million yuan. There was also a kind of black oil in the lamp, which is said to be shark oil from the Warring States Period. What do you think about this? "
