Nie Li heard a very blunt Xia language, mixed with the dialect of Tiaopanji. He frowned and said nothing. Yihe Wharf is a foreign port, and it is normal for foreigners to be there.
But why so late in loading and unloading?
Nie Li stopped and waved his left hand slightly, causing Guo Xing and others to stop.
Listen to the conversation with your ears open.
Just a flattering voice was heard, mixed with a flattering smile: "Please rest assured, Mr. Xiaoye, these people are the best laborers we have found in Shendu, and they will handle things with care!"
Hearing such flattery, Nie Li's brows furrowed even deeper.
A trace of sadness could not help but rise in my heart. This is the sadness of the times and the sadness of the empire.
The empire that Nie Li belongs to is called the Shuiqing Empire. As a nation where foreigners have occupied the Central Plains, although they have occupied the country for more than three hundred years, the fear of the local Xia people is engraved in their bones. Therefore, in the past three hundred years, the Shuiqing Empire has not On the road of fooling the people, they are fooling the people, allowing a nation that has led Blue Star for thousands of years to fall from its altar in just a hundred years.
A king's number was forcibly turned into bronze.
In order to suppress the creativity and fighting spirit of the Xia people, each village set up a chief, who was the local landlord class, and a "braided uncle" with a money rat's tail was stationed to look after it.
Even some women have to obey this braided man for their home rights (Fanghe).
The most outrageous thing is that there once was an emperor in the Shuiqing Empire who liked to go to the south of the Yangtze River to whitewash peace. But in the same year, great revolutions occurred in Western countries and industrial textile machines appeared.
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To put it more appropriately, Bronze power leveling, playing with the King number, ended in a complete defeat.
This has also led to the current fragmentation of the empire, with warlords everywhere. People of insight began to break out of the shackles of thought and resist the Shuiqing Empire. Now, the Shuiqing Empire has fallen apart, and only some old people and young people are left relying on the support of warlords from various places. Even the emperor of the empire would have fallen off the altar long ago if he was kept alive.
The center symbolizes the highest power of the parliament, and at this time it is also the 'fighting ground' for warlords from all over the world.
The royal family of the Shuiqing Empire was in name only.
However, there are always those who are unwilling to give in. It is said that somewhere, there is a man who calls himself "The Braided Handsome". The meaning of his existence is to restore the glory of the empire.
But more of the royal family lived by selling off their ancestral property.
Inscriptions, calligraphy, paintings, ancient porcelain, everything can be sold.
However, a foreigner who came out of nowhere and has no cultural background, how can he have any ancestral property? The so-called ancestral property is nothing more than thousands of years of accumulation on this land.
Once they gain power, they become their 'ancestral property'.
Nie Li despised these people from the bottom of his heart, because there was a similar group of people in his past world.
So after hearing the conversation between the two, Nie Li frowned and stopped.
Listen carefully.
"This batch of goods is the best gift for the president. If there is a need in the future, the smaller ones can be connected in series to provide goods! Not to mention, those old and young people are not having a good time now."
The person who just spoke was laughing playfully.
The one known as Ono-kun suddenly smiled.
Thumbs up: "Yours, a great citizen!"
"Yes, Ono-kun!"
The more Nie Li listened, the more uncomfortable he became.
Who are these people? He guessed that these so-called goods, those inestimable cultural treasures, were actually sold to other countries by this group of thieves?
However, Nie Li felt relieved immediately. It was not unusual for these people to do such a thing.
After all, the last empress dowager of the empire once said a 'wise saying': "I would rather be with a friend than a domestic slave." With such a gem in front, it seems that it is not surprising that she behaves this way.
But Nie Li was destined to be nosy today. He had no choice but to put him in a good mood.
Facing the treasure flowing out, he couldn't turn a blind eye, even if this was not his original world.
He snorted coldly and said to Guo Xing: "Send a few brothers over to check out whose ship it is! What kind of goods is it carrying?"
Although there are some guesses in my mind, guesses are just guesses after all.
Then he said to Ma Wu: "No need to turn on the lights, let's wait here!"
Of course Ma Wu listened to his elder brother.
With the evening breeze blowing, about 100 boys who followed Nie Li in trading were waiting in the darkness.
The autumn sea breeze is blowing, not to mention it is quite delicious.
Salty.
In less than twenty minutes, Guo Xing came over with an angry look on his face.
"Brother, it's the man with the foot pot chicken! The transaction is some books and ancient paintings."
"The guards around here are not tight. This probably isn't the first time they've done this. They didn't even do the basic secret sentry!"
Guo Xing was a little angry. In this land, our country's national treasure was exchanged without even the most basic cover-up?
Who are you looking down on?
Nie Li's cold face turned pale in the moonlight, and he was probably angry.
"Go, quietly, send someone to snatch the things back for me. All the people doing the transaction sank into the river, and the laborers told them to get out of here!"
"By the way, be sure to conceal your identity! Wear a face mask!"
Guo Xing and Ma Wu looked at each other.
There was joy on his face.
"I know, brother, look at it!"
Nie Li nodded: "I don't know about this. If the news comes out, be careful and I will stuff it back for you!"
Guo Xing and the two shuddered.
Stuff it back, where can it go?
Isn’t it in the system?
Ma Wu and Wu shook their heads quickly, never wanting to go back to that dark place.
He said seriously: "I know, brother!"
With that said, Nie Li led the people back to Wanhe.
The cars were left behind, including the car that had just delivered goods to Lu Tiansheng.
At the same time, a message was sent secretly, asking those on guard duty not to evacuate.
These people were all summoned by Nie Li. At least they would not leak the secrets. The only ones who could leak the secrets were the laborers. But if Nie Li was asked to directly kill these laborers, he would not do it.
Maybe he hasn't grown into a qualified boss yet.
On the way back, none of the younger brothers dared to speak. They always felt that their elder brother was not in a good mood. They all followed Nie Li quietly on the street.
From time to time, there are shadowy figures swaying, which means that Jinghai District is now under control.
After returning to Wanhe, Nie Li waved his hand: "Go and have a rest. Zhang Long, wait for Ma Wu and the others."
Zhang Long clasped his fists and retreated.
Nie Li walked towards his small courtyard. The Xu sisters didn't sleep tonight. It was also a complicated day for them. They finally met the fourth lady of the Zhao family whom they had been talking to on the phone for a long time.
Although they had a great conversation, Zhao Danqing also felt pressure on the two sisters.
She is indeed the charming Miss Zhao Si.
Although she looked like a spring breeze, her ladylike demeanor still made her sister Xu Ruyue a little scared.
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