"This posture looks familiar. Could it be them?"
Yan Jing on the side couldn't help laughing when he saw the wooden cart passing in front of him.
"you know?"
Zhao Huai turned his head with a question on his face.
"Do you still remember what I told you on the day you got married?" Yan Jing smiled slightly.
Zhao Huai thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I don't remember."
Yan Jing was not annoyed, he obviously knew that the other party had this kind of character.
So he said what he said on the wedding day again.
"A week ago, I got news from Yancheng that there was a treacherous wealthy businessman who secretly transported a cart full of stolen goods. He went to many pawn shops, but no one dared to buy it. It was very mysterious and he didn't know what was inside."
"I said at that time, if this deal goes through, you won't have to work for half a year."
Hearing this, Zhao Huai finally thought about it, and he couldn't help but ask:
"How do you know that this profiteer is transporting a cart full of stolen goods?"
Yan Jing smiled hoarsely: "Of course I heard it from my businessman friend. This convoy went all the way south and hardly found a buyer. Maybe he came here just to find a favor."
After hearing this, Zhao Huai chuckled and said: "Other pawn shops dare not accept it, so you think I can do it?"
Yan Jing curled up the corner of his mouth, half smiling.
"You kid, you think I don't know. You pretend to be poor on the outside, and the pawn shop looks shabby. In fact, you have a very good sense. You collected a lot of good things and sold them all on the black market. You have made a lot of money over the years. Otherwise, your net worth would be ruined. How did it come about?"
Zhao Huai smiled and said nothing.
Because Yan Jing was telling the truth, there was actually a reason why he opened a pawn shop instead of a brothel, tavern, boxing gym, etc.
First of all, the ability of his golden copper coins, in addition to the function of divination and fortune, can also have another function, that is, it can be used to make money.
The sale is settled and the money and goods are clear.
After three years of running a pawnshop, Zhao Huai naturally has his own set of basic principles for doing business.
Good stuff, stay.
Bad things will not be collected.
This has always been his rule.
Just toss the golden copper coin to know whether it should be collected or not.
The most taboo thing for those who open a pawn shop is to encounter money-losing goods and not be able to resell the items, resulting in a net loss of business. This makes it easy for stores to close down.
There are also things that were pawned that should not be contaminated, encountered some taboo items, and then were banned by the government, or the family was exterminated by unknown forces.
Zhao Huai had heard of a story about a neighboring county. A huge first-class pawnshop with more than ten branches received a strange and magnificent magic weapon at a high price. As a result, the next day, the whole shop was full of people. All the guys died.
After checking it out later, I found out that it was a Horcrux refined by demonic monks. Its purpose was to silently harvest human lives. It wasn't too miserable.
There shouldn't be too many unexpected incidents, such as buying things from tomb robbers and being held accountable by the court, or selling heirlooms and being immediately stolen by thieves.
But with the golden copper coins, Zhao Huai no longer has to worry about these problems. He can rest assured that the store will not collapse and will become bigger and stronger.
He dared to say that he was the largest pawnshop in Jinzhou, and if he couldn't collect it, no one could.
"Okay, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."
Now that Zhao Huai had achieved his goal, he stopped staying at the hospital. He turned to say goodbye to Yan Jing and planned to return to the pawn shop.
"Breaking the realm, don't forget to treat me to a drink." Yan Jing cursed at his back.
Zhao Huai did not look back, but waved his hand understandingly.
"Definitely next time."
...
On the street at this time.
In front of the tightly wrapped solid wood car frames, there is a luxuriously decorated jewelry carriage.
In the carriage, a middle-aged uncle who was no more than forty years old was sitting on the pillow of Sichuan Jinmingxiu. This man had fleshy cheekbones, a protruding and shiny forehead, and sparkling eyes. At first glance, he looked like that A cunning and cunning person.
And he is the owner of these wooden carts.
"Mr. Huang, do you really want to sell all these things before you give up?"
A middle-aged man dressed as a guard and holding a sword in one hand couldn't help but said.
"What? What's wrong?"
Mr. Huang raised his eyes casually and said leisurely.
"But we agreed before that if we want to sell these relics, we should sell them more quickly. Either sell them all or don't sell them at all. If you sell them with a mixture of authenticity and fakes, and get a cart full of them, no one will buy it." "
The guard man persuaded him earnestly.
“Do you know how to do business, or do I?”
Mr. Huang said calmly.
"Of course Mr. Huang knows it, but these things belong to me after all."
The guard man sneered and defended.
Mr. Huang sneered: "I bought that from you, including yourself. If I hadn't saved you, you would have starved to death."
"And what you look like now. If you had been a soldier before, would you have been able to find such a decent job?"
The guard man sighed helplessly: "But these are relics from the previous dynasty. There were not many people to accept them. Many pawnshops have turned them down along the way."
"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own way."
Mr. Huang's mouth curled up into an inexplicable smile, and he didn't know what he was planning.
The guard man looked out the car window at the bustling tile-roofed streets passing by, and couldn't help but be lost in thought.
Time flies, and three years have passed.
Who would have thought that the dilapidated ruins of the past have now been rebuilt and become so beautiful.
He was once an ordinary soldier in the Great Yan Dynasty. He fought hard on the battlefield. As he accumulated meritorious service, he was appreciated by his superiors. He was promoted along the way and finally became a military attache in the palace.
I thought I could enjoy the rest of my life, but within a few years, I heard bad rumors that Great Yan was about to die, and rebels sprung up like mushrooms after rain.
Dayan's main force retreated steadily, and the rebel army went directly to the capital, and he was ordered to defend the city.
But when he was fighting at the gate of the capital and guarding for a day and night, someone suddenly shouted the slogan "The emperor has surrendered, kneel down to avoid death."
Let his efforts go straight to waste.
That day, the army from outside the city poured in continuously, and he ran to the palace like crazy.
His mind was extremely puzzled and he only had one sentence.
The ministers are about to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?
Everything happened too fast, and when he arrived at the palace, the news came again that "the emperor was dead".
His brain was shocked, and his thoughts reversed again.
You should live on!
So he mingled with the rebels and entered the palace to plunder, taking away all kinds of things in order to live happily in troubled times.
Who would have thought that these things would become a burden to me, and I couldn’t sell them, and it was hard to throw them away.
After escaping from the capital, he became impoverished and could only rely on others' relief to survive.
Even after many years, looking back at this crazy memory, I still feel inexplicably sad.
"Here we are, sir."
"This is a pawnshop in Jinzhou, called Huaizi Small Pawnshop."
"Um."
Mr. Huang responded softly and then slowly got out of the car.
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