At 3:30 in the morning, Chen Muwu, who was used to being gently awakened by the melodious soft music coming from the speaker of his mobile phone, was startled by the sudden sound of a mechanical alarm clock that frequently struck the bell with a hammer.
While he was still dreaming, his first reaction was the damn school bell that rang at eight o'clock every morning when he was at school.
As long as you enter the classroom door later than the bell, even for just one second, you will be recorded as "late" in the attendance book by that rigid and unreasonable Mediterranean mathematics professor.
Chen Muwu got dressed and put a hat on his head. It was a pity that he didn't have the habit of growing a beard, otherwise he could pretend to be more like himself.
He always felt that it was more convenient for him as a foreigner to go to places where cultural relics were resold than as a Chinese, and he would be less suspicious.
Although he can't speak Ba Bian, thanks to those anti-Japanese dramas, he can perfectly imitate the tone and expression of Ba people when they learn to speak Chinese.
If you put yourself in the 21st century and imitate the way people talk in TV dramas, you will only make others think you are a loser.
In this day and age, you might still be able to win by surprise.
After checking again to see if there were any items left behind, Chen Muwu quietly walked out of the room.
It was the Great Cold season, and on a cold night, the north wind was blowing hard.
As soon as he walked out of the room, Chen Muwu was shivering from the cold.
He quietly opened the courtyard door and closed it quietly. When he walked outside the alley, there was already a black Ford Model T waiting there.
"Mr. Chen, right?" Chen Muwu knocked on the car window forward, and the driver opened the window and asked.
"Exactly."
After getting on the bus, Chen Muwu handed the driver six ocean coins and paid the two-hour fare as agreed in advance.
Then he told the driver the destination of his trip, to Black Dragon Pond in Nancheng.
The official name of the Black Kiln Pond mentioned by Xiangzi on the map is actually the Black Dragon Pond, just because it is next to the kiln factory used by the palace. When the kiln is fired, the chimneys of the kiln factory are pouring out all day long. It was emitting black smoke, so it was nicknamed "Heiyaochang" among Nancheng people, and the nearby pond was also called Heiyaochang Lake.
Black Dragon Pool has disappeared from the maps of later generations and was included in Taoranting Park and became part of the park.
When it comes to Beijing in later generations, people's first reaction is traffic jam.
But at this time, Chen Muwu was sitting in the taxi, but the whole journey was smooth.
Wherever there is a Black Dragon Pond, there must be a Dragon King Temple. There are many Black Dragon Ponds in Beijing, but there is only this one in the city.
Therefore, when the emperors of the Qing Dynasty wanted to offer sacrifices to the Dragon King and pray for rain, they would choose the Dragon King Temple in Nancheng. Therefore, the road to Black Dragon Pond is flatter than other places in the city. After all, it was once a royal palace. Royal Road.
After driving for more than 20 minutes, the driver signaled to Chen Muwu that Heilongtan had arrived, where to go next?
Chen Muwu asked the driver to turn off the headlights and circle slowly in this area.
It was still early before dawn and the sky was still dark. If someone wanted to conduct black market transactions in this environment, there would be lights on.
Black Dragon Pond is not a big place, and you can go around it in about ten minutes.
When the driver made the third circuit and began to become impatient, Chen Muwu vaguely saw a few lights on the edge of the lake.
"Let's go there!" He excitedly patted the driver's shoulder like Columbus who discovered the New World. "Turn on the lights and let's drive over slowly."
When he drove closer, Chen Muwu discovered that these were several houses near the Black Dragon Pond that were about to collapse. Because it had been hidden in the darkness, he had just circled the pond several times in the car without noticing it.
There were several Wanguo cars parked at the door, but not a single foreign car.
From this point of view, the current scene does not seem to be a trap set by Xiangzi and others. They cannot afford such a big cost!
He also gave the driver a piece of ocean and asked him to find a place to have breakfast first and then come back to pick him up at dawn. The fare would be calculated as usual.
After the car stopped, Chen Muwu opened the door, got out of the car, and pressed the hat on his head with his hand.
If the little eunuch standing guard at the door knew some psychology, he would have seen that Chen Muwu had a guilty conscience.
It's a pity that he is just a farmer from Zhili who was sent to the palace by his cruel father to make a living. He doesn't know a few Chinese characters, so how can he talk about psychology?
Seeing another person coming, the young eunuch stopped him as usual and wanted to check his identity.
Chen Muwu twisted his eyebrows and glared, raised his hand to make up, pretending to be angry: "Ba Ge Ya Road!"
Seeing this, the little eunuch was startled and subconsciously retracted his hand.
Chen Mu had a look of doubt on his face, and continued to speak in the tone of a senior officer: "Calligraphy, paintings, antique vases, what's the work here?"
The frightened little eunuch nodded subconsciously.
"Yo~xi!"
Chen Muwu flicked his thumb, and a heavy ocean floated in front of the little eunuch's eyes.
Then, he strode into the courtyard gate without looking back, leaving the little eunuch behind him muttering to himself: Judging from his words and deeds, he looked like a real person, but when did he have such a tall person?
Entering the lighted room, Chen Muwu found that there was indeed a cave inside.
A long table was filled with all kinds of rare treasures. Several foreigners in suits and leather shoes were looking at the treasures under the light of kerosene lamps. Each of them was accompanied by a bad-ass translator.
On the other side of the table are Chinese people. Although they are disguised, their burly figures and soft voices when speaking fully match the characteristics of eunuchs.
Seeing that the buyers in the house all had high noses and blue eyes, Chen Muwu was half relieved.
As long as there is no one in this room who can reveal his identity, he will be confident enough to deceive those eunuchs who have been living in the palace and have not seen much of the world.
I found that another person had entered the room. Several eunuchs exchanged suspicious glances with each other for a while. Then they elected the most burly representative, stepped forward and asked fiercely: "Sir, what do you do for a living?" where?"
The shrill-voiced eunuch pretended to be cruel, which made Chen Muwu very funny, but he still pretended to be scared:
"Vatasiva, Vatasi, I am a Japanese businessman named Takakura Ken. I like the history and culture of your country very much. I heard Mr. Sven Hedin from Sweden said that there are regular cultural exchange activities here, so I came here because I wanted to feel the influence of cultural relics.”
After saying that, he smiled slyly and gave the eunuch opposite him a playful look.
These words made him very embarrassed. He felt like a college student who took the high-speed train to play the role of a Japanese on the set in order to get an internship certificate.
Then Chen Muwu patted his chest again, deliberately causing the gold bars inside to collide, causing a metallic clanging sound.
The eunuch who was talking to him couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Chen Muwu was selling in his gourd. He left him alone and ran outside. He probably wanted to communicate with the little eunuch who was hanging out at the door and get to know the details of this person. .
After a while, he ran back again, discussed with the eunuchs inside the table, and finally came to Chen Muwu: "Mr. Gao Cang, please enjoy it."
