This summer, the weather in the north is surprisingly hot, and even makes people feel inexplicably irritated.

However, even if the weather is hotter, people are still busy for their own lives.

Beidu Antique Street was once a paradise for collectors and speculators. Here you may get rich overnight because of "picking up bargains"; or you may lose a lot of money because of "shotting your eyes".

With the changes of the times and the gradual improvement of urbanization, street stall culture has gradually declined.

The current situation of antique street perfectly interprets this point. In the past years, there were only a dozen stalls scattered and dyingly persisting.

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"Boss, how much does this thing cost?" A young man in gorgeous shorts pointed to a four or five-inch round object placed on the red cloth on the ground with his toes.

On the other end of the red cloth, the thin old man sitting on the stool looked up at the young man, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out five fingers, "You're 5,000 yuan."

"What is so expensive?" The young man was a little surprised. He squatted down and picked up the disc-like object with his hand, put it in front of him for a closer look, "Isn't it just a broken pottery disc? It costs 5,000 to open his mouth. I think you are a bit too dark!"

"Hey! Brother, have you heard about the stolen prince's tomb in the south recently?" The thin old man leaned forward and said in a very small voice.

"I heard that, what? Could it be that this thing was made from there?" When the young man heard what the old man said, he suddenly thought of the stolen ancient tomb in the south. He instantly understood what the old man meant and then asked.

When the old man heard this, he first nodded mysteriously and continued, "That's right! But this time the incident was a bit big and he was already targeted by the police, so he was in a hurry to take action..."

The young man was skeptical and fiddled with the pottery plate a few more times, "Isn't it right?! Do you still dare to put out the things that the police are targeting? Are you not afraid of causing trouble for yourself?"

"Hehe! That tomb is in the south. The police just wanted to investigate, but they couldn't find it here for a while. Besides, in this area, I'm a little old man, I'm clear to you." The thin old man smiled and whispered to the young man.

"How is it, little brother, I think you really like this thing, you have it?" The thin old man asked tentatively when he saw the young man showing a hesitant expression.

"5,000 is too expensive, I'd better not want it!" The young man asked this, put down the disc and stood up and left.

"Wait, or do we do this, how much can we get? It's almost the same!" Seeing this, the thin old man hurriedly spoke to keep him.

When the young man heard what the old man said, not only did he not show a happy expression, but his face became even more ugly.

He stood up and gritted his teeth, "I will pay at most a thousand dollars!"

Upon hearing this, the thin old man who set up a stall quickly grabbed the disc and stood up, "Brother, we don't bring such a price tag. This is a real old thing! It's a baby! If you really want it, let's get it! 3,000 yuan, I'll do it early in the morning, will I make a good start??"

As he said that, the thin old man handed the pottery tray in his hand to the young man opposite him.

"No! No! I can't make it even more. This thing looks so ordinary, at most it's just a fake, and it's useless if I buy it back." The young man shook his head like a rattle and reached out and refused.

Seeing this, the old man was a little angry, but he did not show it on his face.

After a moment of silence, I suddenly found a black lacquered wooden box from the debris placed behind me, carefully put the pottery tray in it and covered the lid, holding it in both hands and handed it to the young man, "Okay, you really know how to price the price. Today, I will suffer a loss of 1,000 yuan. You have to! What should I buy in the future? Please take care of me more!?"

Seeing this, the young man on the opposite side not only did not reach out to pick up the wooden box, but turned around and ran away.

"Stop! Second Life, stop this kid! Don't let him run away!" The thin old man reacted very quickly. He shouted at the fat black man standing not far from the young man, and then stepped over the red cloth and chased after him.

The young man who ran away naturally heard the old man's shouting. He saw the fat man who was chatting with someone else just now turning his head to look at him, and he secretly called "not good". However, at this time, he had no time to think too much. He accelerated and rushed not far behind the fat man.

But what he didn't expect was that the fat black man's body showed agility that was extremely inconsistent with his figure, and he just flashed his body and blocked him in front of him.

The young man really didn't expect that a fat man who looked like he was more than 200 pounds could be so quick. Before he could react, he pierced his head into the fat man's arms, and was locked by two thick arms at the same time. He was allowed to struggle hard, but he could not shake it.

This is the thin old man who rushed up, "Good boy! Even grandpa, you dare to lie. Today, you have to buy this thing, and you have to buy it if you don't buy it!"

The fat man frowned and let go of his arms, and instead grabbed the young man's neck with one hand. Before the young man could speak, he spoke first, "What's wrong, Master Dog? Is this kid here to make trouble? Do I need to teach him the class first?"

"No, no, I just went out shopping and had fun. I couldn't afford it even without money!" The young man hurriedly explained when he saw the fat man showing a fierce expression.

"What are you talking about to me? I'll tell you, don't say that Master Dog, I'm not kind. This thing costs 3,000 yuan, and a single child cannot be left. Malier finds someone to send it here, and you can take the things and leave." The thin old man fumbled on the young man and found that there was nothing else except a mobile phone and a few dozen dollars.

"Didn't you just say 1,000 yuan?! Why did the price increase??" When the young man heard this, he plucked up his courage and said timidly.

The thin old man glanced at the young man with his eyes squinted, and sneered, "Second, tell him why!"

"You kid has disturbed our Dog Master's business, and you have the nerve to ask why?" the fat man said.

"That's right! I'll give you two ways now. Either Malier calls someone to send money, take the things and leave, and we'll be fine; or you'll use a finger to kill you, don't let Master Dog see you in this world in the future." The thin old man grabbed the young man's right hand and patted his face, and said viciously.

I don’t know if it was because of the weather or fear, but the young man was already sweating profusely. Hearing the old man’s threat, he shivered involuntarily.

"Uncle, can I be wrong? I apologize to you. I came here to study, so I don't have that much money. Please spare me this time."

"You..." The thin old man was about to say something, but was interrupted by another thick voice.

"What? Master Dog, I'm so angry early in the morning? It hurts my liver..."

The person who spoke was the man who had just chatted with the fat man. But at this time, he had already stood between the thin old man and the young man, and was reaching out to hand a Chinese cigarette to the old man.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Wu? A rare guest. Why don't you stay in the south and come here?" The thin old man was not polite and took the cigarette roll and held it in his mouth.

The man named Wu Sanye is about forty years old and looks very ordinary, but his eyes give people a sharp feeling that is different from ordinary people.

"Didn't you hear that there are new treasures here? Come and have a look..." Mr. Wu took out a lighter, lit a cigarette for the old man, and took out one and put it beside his mouth to light it.

"This kid is just a stick and doesn't know anything. Why are you competing with him?" Mr. Wu took a sip of his cigarette, glanced at the young man who was caught by the fat man, and said slowly.

When the old man named Dog Master heard this, he glanced at the fat man without saying anything. Seeing that the other party nodded understandingly, he pulled the Master Wu San to his stall with one hand.

"I have a hot guy here in a hurry to take action. This guy has been watching here for a long time and thought that it would be over after selling it cheaply. But unexpectedly, he gave me Moji to me in the morning. Are you angry?" The old man picked up the black wooden box from the stall and patted it with his hands twice.

"Is it a hot thing?"

"That's right... you came from the south and you should know that," the old man said in a low voice. His eyes glanced at the surroundings from time to time.

"Let me see!?" Mr. Wu's heart moved when he heard this.

The thin old man was not surprised and handed the box to Mr. Wu San.

"I want this thing!" Master Wu San just opened a small gap in the box and said firmly.

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and his expression became stranger immediately, "The Third Master is really planning to accept this thing? I heard that this thing is evil, so I dare not take him home..."

"When did Uncle Dog's courage become so small? When I first got off the ground, I always regarded you as a role model!"

"You can't say that... Since you want it, I can still stop you!? It just so happens that the boy probably can't get the money. I wish someone would buy him!" The old man seemed a little unhappy.

"That's fine. Give me your phone. I'll transfer the money to you now. 3,000 is that right?" Mr. Wu San took out his cell phone from his pocket.

A few minutes later, Master Wu San walked with the old man with one hand to the young man who was caught by the fat man.

"Can you leave this kid to me?" Mr. Wu looked at the young man, then looked at the old man, and said thoughtfully.

"It's okay if you are happy, it's useless to keep him..." Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Master Wu San, "Second, give him to me!"

The fat black man glanced at the thin old man, saw him nodding, and let go of the hand holding the young man.

Seeing the young man who was like he was granted a general amnesty, his eyes fluttered as he looked at the few people. Master Wu San said in a deep voice, "Don't be so funny, come with me!"

When the young man heard this, he was clever, nodded quickly and said no.

"Uncle Dog, don't forget me, Wu San if you have any treasures in the future!" After that, Wu San walked towards the distance without looking back. The young man followed him obediently.

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"Thank you for saving me just now." The young man from Antique Street was standing in a magnificent room with his head down.

Wu San, who brought him here, sat on a chair not far from the young man, fiddling with the pottery tray he had just bought with his hands.

"You're overthinking. If I hadn't seen what I was looking for, I wouldn't have been too lazy to get into this muddy water. But since you said that, it wouldn't be too much to ask you to help me with something, right?"

"What are you going to let me do?" The young man's voice trembled a little.

Wu San looked up at him and sneered, "Don't worry, it's either illegal, it's just for me to send a courier." As he said that, Wu San put the pottery tray back into the black wooden box, and then took a note from the table behind him and handed it to the young man.

"This is the address above. After sending it out, bring me the receipt and you can leave!"

"Yeah, I understand." The young man took the thing and turned around and left.

"Wait, what's your name?" Wu San asked suddenly.

"My name is Sun Yu, is there anything else to do with the Third Master?" The young man was suddenly stopped by the other party and was startled.

"Oh! It's okay, just send the message in your name. Pan Zi, please forgive me for your trip, go and go back quickly." Wu San thought about it and was still a little worried, and waved his hand to call in the burly and strong man who had been standing at the door.

"Okay, Master Third! Let's go..." Pan Zi's voice was a little hoarse, he responded to Wu San, and turned around and left with Sun Yu.

Seeing Pan Zi and the others walking out of the room, Wu San took out his mobile phone and broadcast a string of numbers, "Hey? Have you received the photos of the things?...Okay! I have sent someone to send you a courier and I will give you the order number later... Just transfer the money to my account, well... I promised to pay 500,000 first..."

Wu San, who hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, opened the album of the mobile phone, stared at the pottery disk in the photo, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that the burned cigarette burned Wu San’s finger, making him stand up with a shiver.

Wu San quickly enlarged the edge of the pottery disc in the photo to the limit that could still be kept clear and brought to his eyes.

Only then did he realize that there was an invisible crack on the edge of the pottery disc.

He had inspected the pottery plates many times before. Based on his years of experience, it was judged that the pottery plates came from the Eastern Han Dynasty and even earlier, and seemed to have undergone some treatment, and its surface was as smooth as porcelain.

According to common sense, after so many years, some flaws appear on the pottery plate, which is not very common.

What made Wu San feel strange was not this crack, but the terrifying face that was as faint as if it were a few wisps of black air floating out of the tiny crack, condensed from the terrifying crack in the sky above the pottery plate.

Wu San suddenly remembered the rumors about the Tao Pan. Even he, who had been accustomed to the strange things in the tomb, couldn't help but feel a little chilled.
Chapter completed!