The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 104 The Mountain Guardian, the Mountain Moving Taoist, is none other than Master Qian (Seeking monthly votes)

As dawn broke, Qian Jin pedaled his old-fashioned bicycle, breaking through the morning mist at Jiagang Wharf.

A handbag with "Supply for Employees of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative" printed on the front beam swayed back and forth, containing the sweet potato buns that Wei Qinghuan had given him.

The image of the girl's blushing face from last night lingered in his mind, almost making him fall into a ditch. He slammed on the brakes, and the rear wheels left serpentine tracks on the icy road.

Last night, he and Wei Qinghuan officially confirmed their relationship.

But the physical relationship wasn't there.

As a result, he had too much pent-up anger inside him and didn't sleep well all night.

He and Wei Xiongtu arrived at the office one after the other, only to find a group of people angrily blocking the office door.

Qian Jin asked, "What's wrong? What happened? Why do the comrades seem a bit off?"

Li Chenggong pointed inside and sighed, "Uncle Guai got scammed."

Qian Jin squeezed through the crowd to take a look.

Old Guai squatted on the ground wiping away tears, with a pile of cigarettes stacked on the table next to him.

Look at the English letters above.

This is Marlboro.

For the first time, Hu Shunzi didn't casually offer a cigarette; he wouldn't even smoke it if it were placed right in front of him.

Qian Jin went over to look and asked curiously, "Foreman Hu, what's wrong?"

Hu Shunzi handed him a cigarette: "Take a puff and you'll see."

Qian Jin doesn't smoke, but he held it in his hand and looked at it.

The cigarettes have the Marlboro logo on them, but the printing is rough, even rougher than that of Daji and Daqianmen cigarettes.

This is wrong.

Marlboro is a well-known brand in the global tobacco market!

He immediately guessed the reason: "Fake cigarettes!"

Hu Shunzi was quite surprised: "You're an expert! You could tell even if you hadn't smoked?"

Qian Jin pointed to the letters above and explained the reason. Hu Shunzi sighed, "Cultured people are different; they don't have to suffer."

"I only realized there was something wrong with this cigarette after I took a really hard puff. Damn it, that puff really choked me, and my throat is still burning."

The cigarette paper is torn open.

It didn't contain fine tobacco shreds, but rather scattered fragments of grass leaves.

Qian Jin understood what was going on.

The mall also has a similar deceptive trick, but it's more authentic than the rednecks. It uses tea dust and calls it 'tea smoke'.

Someone angrily said, "As the old saying goes, if you walk at night too often, you're bound to encounter ghosts. We've been venturing into ghost markets too much, and now we've been bitten by a ghost!"

Er Biao squatted down next to Lao Guai and sighed, "That watch was Lao Guai's precious treasure. He wouldn't even let us see it normally. Now someone tricked him out of it with a bunch of fake cigarettes. What are we going to do?"

"Could we swindle people on the black market?" Hu Shunzi suggested.

Er Biao warned him, "Selling counterfeit goods on the black market is a big taboo. Once you get caught, with Lao Guai's footwork, he probably won't be able to escape. There might be bloodshed then!"

Old Guai stood up and threw the cigarettes on the ground, saying in a hoarse voice:
"I've always been an honest person, never done anything to cheat others, and I won't do it now!"

"Whoever cheats someone will have a guilty conscience and will never be able to eat or sleep well for the rest of their life!"

Hu Shunzi cruelly revealed the truth: "Old Guai, do you know that those people dare to do such a despicable thing as giving birth to children without an anus? They have absolutely no conscience!"

Wei Xiongtu was very angry; Lao Guai was the second kindest person to him in the team.

He asked, "Can't we go back and cause trouble for those white people?"

Hu Shunzi sighed: "That's a ghost market, my comrade. Putting aside the rule of not honoring your debts after leaving home, even if you wanted to find someone to honor your debts, how would you find them?"

"The rules of the ghost market are that money and goods must be exchanged at the same time. Do you think it's like buying moldy cigarettes at a supply and marketing cooperative and being able to return or exchange them?"

"Besides, Lao Guai, do you remember what that foreign devil looks like? Can you find him?"

Old Guai's eyes immediately turned red.

His trembling arm pointed to the passenger and cargo ship, but in the end he could only shake his head in grief and indignation.

He actually remembered what the foreigner looked like, but he knew he couldn't find him.

Finding the person won't help.

Should we call the police?

In that case, the security guards will only arrest him!

Qian Jin patted Lao Guai on the shoulder and said, "Uncle Guai, you are absolutely right to believe that good people are rewarded and bad people are punished."

Give me the cigarette, and I'll help you get justice!

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Old Guai wiped away his tears and grabbed his shoulder: "No, Xiao Qian, don't be impulsive, it's just a watch, don't be impulsive."

Qian Jin said, "Do you think I'm stupid enough to go up and reason with people just because I'm not impulsive?"

"No, I know a friend who's quite influential. I can ask him to find Jia Youcheng from the sanitation workers' brigade."

“You are all veterans of Jiagang, you’ve all heard of Jia Youcheng’s reputation, right?”

Almost everyone nodded.

But Hu Shunzi thought his idea was unreliable: "We have definitely heard about it and know about it, but you probably don't."

"Let me tell you, Jia Youcheng's nickname is 'Three Devils.' Why? Because he attended a private school and a Western-style school when he was young, receiving both Chinese and Western education. He's a bit more cunning than the Japanese devils and a bit more cunning than the second-rate devils. He's a real little devil!"

"You want him to help you get justice from those foreign devils? We might as well board the ship and fight a war against the US and aid the enemy!"

Qian Jin said confidently, "What Foreman Hu said is right, but let me ask you something."

"It's definitely useless for me to find Jia Youcheng, so is it useless for Jia Youcheng's father to find him either?"

Hu Shunzi was stunned: "You know Jia Youcheng's father?"

Qian Jin was speechless.

A normal person's brain contains brain matter, but this old pervert's brain contains only white matter. What's the point of having a brain?
You're a grown man, what's the point of having a head? Does this picture look more like a person than a refrigerator?

Qian Jin had no choice but to explain further: "The person I'm looking for is more useful to Jia Youcheng than his father!"

"Then who are you looking for?" Hu Shunzi asked with concern.

Qian Jin waved his hand: "The Buddha said it cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."

He gathered up a few packs of cigarettes, full of confidence: "Uncle Guai, don't be sad. Don't worry, I can definitely help you get your watch back."

Old Guai was still somewhat skeptical, but he gratefully grasped Qian Jin's hand: "Little Qian, thank you!"

Hu Shunzi was very loyal at this moment: "Then you should go find someone quickly, we'll take care of the work."

Qian Jin said, "We still can't find him; he's in a meeting."

"However, if it's possible to take leave, let's give Lao Wei a leave. He's helping many young people in our neighborhood prepare for the college entrance exam. Let him go and do his work; it's something that can change a person's life!"

Hu Shunzi readily agreed, "Okay, but if you can't resolve Lao Guai's matter, you two will have to work overtime to make up for the lost time."

Qian Jin smiled and agreed, then pushed Wei Xiongtu away.

My brother-in-law is really not suited for manual labor.

Money should be invested in a way that suits you.

The main difference is in mindset.

He uses physical labor to exercise, paying particular attention to strengthening his waist and lower limbs. While others lie down and boast during their rest time, he lies down and does a set of Kegel exercises.

Because he had noticed that Wei Qinghuan had long legs, a slender waist, and was strong and physically capable, he needed to have the fighting ability to match her.

After getting off work in the evening, Qian Jin rushed back to 205, locked the door, and then began purchasing various fake antiques and artworks:
Thirty silver dollars, all with clear edges and a fine patina, totaling thirty yuan.

Bronze square ding with animal mask pattern, the Palace Museum has one, and I have one too, but mine is even more exquisite than the Palace Museum's.

The crevices of the taotie pattern on the belly of the tripod are covered with indelible mud stains, bearing the deep marks of time—a masterpiece corroded by a storage battery and sulfuric acid.

Next up is Tang Bohu's authentic work, "Sleeping Beauty Under the Begonia Tree," priced at 55 yuan.

The rice paper stained yellow by overnight tea has faint traces of insect damage; unless you are a true expert, you can't possibly see the work of 21st-century forgers.

There are also old pocket watches that can still run. They are not the work of famous designers, but the inside of the brass cover has the words "Made in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty" in clerical script. The watch chain has five glass beads. Selling this for 40 yuan is really not asking for more.

In addition, there are various ceramics such as the Qing Tongzhi period pink eight immortals music purple-rimmed jar, the Qianlong Langya color flower and bird pattern hexagonal vase, the Qianlong pink landscape crackle glaze brush pot, etc.

We Chinese are China, so we must give those foreign devils a little China shock!

So Qian Jin bought a Yuan blue-and-white flower and bird vase, a Song Ru kiln celadon three-legged washer with spur marks, a Ming Chenghua doucai chicken cup, and other valuable items.

As for calligraphy and paintings, those are indispensable.

Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Zheng Banqiao, and others all have scrolls of ancient paintings that have been gnawed by insects and rats.

He even managed to get his hands on a royal edict from General Manager Zhang!

Qian Jin felt that just having counterfeit goods wouldn't be enough; this was a big deal, and he needed to invest some capital.

So, in addition to spending thousands of yuan to buy a bunch of ceramics and ancient calligraphy and paintings, he also spent five thousand yuan to buy several sets of antique silver jewelry.

The antique silver ornaments are fake in terms of antiquity, but the silver is real.

Qian Jin didn't believe that foreigners in this era could still appreciate antiques.

He had noticed the people in the ghost market who wanted to buy gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, and cultural relics; they were all dabblers. They could only judge the age of items, not their authenticity.

This is normal.

It's 1977 now, who in mainland China makes fake antiques?
Because of that catastrophe, people now keep their distance from antiques, and anything that comes out of circulation is genuine.

The counterfeit goods business hasn't even started; there's no market and no source of goods.

But in a few years, when the 1980s arrive, everything will change, and counterfeit goods will be everywhere.

Back then, foreigners were also shrewd; if they wanted to deal with antiques and artifacts, they would spend a lot of money hiring experts as consultants.

Therefore, Qian Jin can now take advantage of the time difference to give the foreigners a huge shock with counterfeit and shoddy goods.

They must be made aware that there are consequences for swindling Chinese people with counterfeit cigarettes, alcohol, and lighters!

After buying the cultural relics and antiques, Qian Jin spread out a red cloth in his shop and took all sorts of photos, both horizontally and vertically.

After taking the photos, he felt that something was still missing.

He slapped his forehead and realized something was wrong—the environment was off!

So he put the antiques and artifacts he had bought back on the shelves, and the next morning, before dawn, he rode his bicycle with Zhang Aijun to the countryside to find an old cemetery.

Zhang Aijun went to keep watch, while Qian Jin took the antiques and artifacts off the shelves, spread a cloth in the cemetery, and started taking pictures horizontally and vertically.

This is a chaotic graveyard, with many graves lacking tombstones or bearing blank inscriptions.

It was just dawn, the east was just beginning to lighten, the wild grass on the grave was sparse, and crows were cawing in the dry, black locust trees all around.

A gust of wind blew.

Withered grass fluttered in the wind, and the chill was palpable.

Qian Jin wasn't afraid of ghosts; he turned around and shouted:
"Comrades in the underworld, these foreign devils have been persecuting the Chinese people for over a hundred years. Now these bastards have come back to bully our people again. Do you think this is acceptable?"

"I have to teach them a lesson, I have to avenge our persecuted people!"

"If I have done anything wrong to you all today, please forgive me. If you are unwilling to forgive me, I will bring a hundred or so young men to dig up his ancestral graves and scatter his ashes in the name of eliminating traitors! I will trample him under two hundred feet so that he can never rise again in the underworld!"

The communication is over.

The wind was still blowing, but Qian Jin didn't feel cold anymore, perhaps because of psychological reasons.

After taking the photos, I put the goods back on the shelves.

Qian Jin took Zhang Aijun back home.

Zhang Aijun didn't say much, but quietly followed behind, performing his duties as a bodyguard very well.

Qian Jin rides his bike to work, which doesn't delay him from going to work.

He went to find Qiu Dayong first, and with a wink, Qiu Dayong came running over: "Brother Qian, what brings you here?"

Qian Jin asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship with Jia Youcheng like?"

Qiu Dayong said, "I used to think he was good because he took good care of our team, so I am very grateful to him."

"Back then, he would often say that he had been a wanderer in his youth, that he was loyal and sentimental, and that he would help us out of pity for our situation."

"Now I know, he's a night owl who only comes to houses when there's a corpse. All the kindness he showed us before was just bait to lure us into doing illegal things with him!"

Qian Jin said, "Is he a very shrewd man?"

Qiu Dayong immediately nodded: "Yes, the nickname 'Three Devils' didn't come from nowhere."

"He was actually a traitor, a dog of the foreign devils, but because he was so cunning, even more cunning than a traitor, everyone called him a traitor."

Qian Jin chuckled to himself.

This is yet another explanation.

However, it does prove that this person is indeed shrewd, so he will have to put in some effort to fool him.

After their conversation, he gained some understanding of Jia Youcheng, and then handed Qiu Dayong a letter:

"You must hand it over to Jia Youcheng personally, but no matter what Jia Youcheng asks you, you must pretend you know nothing."

"Or you could at most tell him that the person who sent you the letter knows he wants to take you in, so he contacted him through you!"

Qiu Dayong nodded and said, "Okay, Brother Qian, you can rest assured that I'll handle things."

He was about to leave, so Qian Jin thought about it and asked for the letter back. He then found a sheltered spot and racked his brains to replace it with a new one.

The other party claimed to be a seasoned veteran.

Then he'll use the methods of a seasoned veteran to deal with it!
Qiu Dayong received the envelope containing the letter and watched Qian Jin leave.

Then he immediately went to find Jia Youcheng.

Jia Youcheng is a middle-aged man in his fifties with a kind and honest face. It is said that his ancestors were from northern Shaanxi, so he always wraps a sheepskin towel around his head when he works.

When Qiu Dayong found him, he was squatting on the dock, carefully wiping the fish scales off the wooden boardwalk.

He smiled when he saw Qiu Dayong arrive: "Captain Qiu, what are your instructions? Where is our cleaning team needed again?"

Qiu Dayong shook his head: "This time I'm here to see you personally..."

"Don't talk outside!" Jia Youcheng narrowed his eyes, a forced smile on his face.

Qiu Dayong pretended to be anxious and said, "Let me finish. Someone kidnapped me and gave me a letter that I must deliver to you. He said the letter is very important, and you will understand everything after you read it."

As he spoke, he handed over the envelope.

Jia Youcheng was quick; he snatched the envelope and tore it open in a flash.

A letter and a photo fell out.

He glanced at the photo.

His squinted eyes widened in surprise.

Between several graves lay a red cloth, stained with incense smoke. He had seen similar cloths before, at a renowned old Taoist temple, during a campaign to dispel superstition. But what shocked him was not the cloth itself, but what was on it.

He saw various antique ceramics, well-preserved ancient calligraphy and paintings, and even bronzes.

Bronze! ware!
Jia Youcheng's heart began to pound wildly. He glanced at the photo, stuffed it back in, and laughed:

"It turns out to be an old friend visiting, but he did something to wrong me in the past and is too ashamed to come to see me directly, so he asked you to send me a message first."

"Is this person about my age, and does things like a Taoist priest who has left the monastic life?"

Qiu Dayong shook his head in frustration:
"I don't know. I didn't see him. I only know that he was very powerful. He appeared right behind me, captured me, handed me this letter, gave me instructions, and then left."

Jia Youcheng laughed heartily: "I've seen your skills, kid. With his abilities, how could he possibly..."

"He's incredibly capable!" Qiu Dayong exclaimed in astonishment. "He even knows about that time you privately contacted me, saying he knew about your plan to help me make a fortune!"

"So at the time I even suspected that he was someone you sent to deliberately try and figure out what I was thinking!"

Jia Youcheng was startled.

He always did things meticulously and without leaving any room for error. He thought he had gotten away with developing Qiu Dayong as a downstream member of the smuggling chain, but in the end, someone found out about it.

This is impossible!

Qiu Dayong—lied?!
But Qiu Dayong continued, "Be careful of your old friend. He's secretly monitoring you. He says he knows everything you do."

"The reason you asked me to deliver this message is because there's a big deal that only you can handle."

Jia Youcheng couldn't help but swallow.

Am I being watched?
He thought about the things in the photos and gradually came to believe it.

A huge organization has found them!
This upset him, so he shook off Qiu Dayong and went to the head of a dock.

There are no obstructions here, and he will immediately notice anyone who gets close.

Open the envelope again to examine the antiques and artifacts inside.

It's definitely a lot of solid stuff.

However, he was not an expert in this field and could not tell its value; he could only tell that they were all antiques.

He then opened the letter, inside which were ugly characters that looked like chicks practicing walking—

Respectfully addressed to Brother Sangui:

I have long admired your smuggling skills, your extensive trade across the Yellow Sea, your connections with foreign merchants, and your smuggling of rare and exotic treasures. Now, I have a deal that can bring you immense wealth and prosperity. Please take a look:

Last month, we stumbled upon some rare treasures, including a pair of Ming Jiajing Doucai chicken cups, three Chenghua Doucai plates with lotus branch design, several scrolls of genuine works by Bada Shanren from the early Qing Dynasty, and a pair of Hetian jade paperweights from the Western Regions. If such items were to catch the eye of a Western collector, they would be worth tens of thousands of gold pieces!

We are direct descendants of the Moving Mountain Hall, specializing in locating auspicious burial sites and excavating graves for treasure. We recently learned that a foreign merchant has arrived in Hong Kong, intending to purchase Chinese cultural relics. We have prepared two large boxes of goods, hoping to share in your wealth and fortune.

If you are interested, we can meet at midnight tonight in Room 9 of General Yang's air-raid shelter.

But be very careful if you meet with them! If they dare to deceive us, we have swift and decisive measures in place, and they will not be able to escape even if they have wings.

Plan quickly, or things will change!
The Mountain-Moving Taoist bows in respect.

After reading the contents of the letter, Jia Youcheng frowned and carefully put it away.

You son of a bitch, how dare you write a letter with such terrible handwriting? But the content, though neither classical nor vernacular, is strangely intimidating.

After much hesitation, he decided to go and check on the situation that evening.

The foreign general's bunker is an abandoned air-raid shelter that has not yet been renovated, and it is desolate and lonely at night.

Jia Youcheng quietly rode his bicycle over, and after checking that everything seemed fine, he cautiously entered the air-raid shelter.

Not far from the sea, just as he entered the air-raid shelter, the distant sound of a cargo ship's horn drifted over, accompanied by the howling of the sea breeze, making it anything but peaceful.

The night seeped into the cave like ink.

The flashlight beam shone in, only revealing a tiny crack in the darkness.

He counted the numbers of the stone chambers, and when he reached the eighth chamber, a strange sound came from inside:

"Brother Sangui, you've arrived just in time."

Jia Youcheng was startled and quickly shone his flashlight inside.

Inside the stone chamber were abandoned wooden crates, two crates stacked together, with a bald, bearded man squatting on top.

The flashlight beam cast a ghostly shadow of the man on the damp wall.

The man has a book in his hand.

Jia Youcheng looked closely and saw the six characters "Cultural Relics Appraisal Manual" and below it, in red pen, the words "For Critical Use Only".

He tried to remain calm and asked, "Hey buddy, who are you?"

He laughed heartily, but the fleshy muscles on his face remained motionless.

In Jia Youcheng's eyes, there were two possibilities.

One is facial paralysis.

Secondly, this person is like a legendary martial arts master from before liberation, who has mastered the art of controlling his facial muscles to an extraordinary degree.

Jia Youcheng subconsciously gripped the triangular scraper at his waist.

It wasn't that he was afraid the other party would harm him.

If the other party had such intentions, there would be no need for them to go to such lengths to find a bomb shelter for themselves.

The reason I held the scraper was because in this situation and environment, having a tool in hand made me feel more at ease.

As a result, the other party noticed his little trick and simply picked up a lump of metal from the box and threw it on the ground.

"If you're afraid I'll do something to you, then take my weapon."

The metal lump made a crisp sound as it hit the stone ground.

Jia Youcheng shone his flashlight on it and immediately gasped:
It's a gun!

A pitch-black pistol!

He had close relationships with foreigners and had seen the gun in magazines brought by them.

M1911!

The other party is indeed incredibly powerful.

Jia Youcheng swallowed hard and quickly said, "Friend, you misunderstand. How could I doubt your intentions?"

"But I don't understand, what exactly do you want from me?"

The other person pointed to a corner of the room.

Jia Youcheng shone his flashlight over.

The scene he had seen in the photographs appeared!

There was a dirty red cloth on the ground, on which were placed ceramics, bronzes and scroll paintings.

The lotus scroll pattern on one of the plum vases glowed eerily under the flashlight, while the end of the most recent scroll revealed the red seal of "Shiqu Baoji".

"From the Spring and Autumn Period to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, we have all kinds of goods here." The other party laughed again. "If that's not enough, then we also have things from the Qin and Han Dynasty royal tombs for you to see."

"However, you'll have to wait a couple more days to see what's inside the king's tomb. The tomb passage is filled with a three-foot-thick layer of glutinous rice paste. You're a cleaner, so you should know this job isn't easy!"

"I understand, I understand," Jia Youcheng nodded vigorously, but he still insisted on asking, "Forgive my poor eyesight, brother, who exactly are you?"

The other person snorted, seemingly disappointed: "Your seaside village is really just a fishing village; there's no one capable here!"

He took out a bronze compass and showed it to the public.

Under the flashlight beam, the gold-inlaid patterns of the Twenty-Eight Mansions on the dial seemed to flow:
"The Mountain Moving Clan, the Mountain Watcher!"

Jia Youcheng was somewhat puzzled: "The Mountain Moving Clan? The Mountain Watching Guard?"

The other person was getting impatient: "Aren't you from Shanxi and Shaanxi? You don't even know this?"

"To find the dragon vein and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier. If the gate has a thousand locks, surely a king or nobleman resides here!"

"You haven't heard of this incision technique?"

Jia Youcheng awkwardly picked at his athlete's foot with his toes inside his shoe.

He really hadn't heard of it.

Actually, his claim of having been a gangster was just bragging. Anyone who really had been a gangster would have been reincarnated long ago after liberation.

Water suddenly dripped from the top of the air-raid shelter. The other person nimbly jumped down from the box and kicked open a wooden crate.

The box was opened, revealing a Luoyang shovel, black donkey hooves, and ropes soaked in tung oil for binding corpses.

At the same time, the other person took out a bronze object and threw it at him: "A tomb raiding talisman, never heard of it?"

Jia Youcheng caught the bronze talisman and hurriedly said, "I've heard it before, I've heard it before, so you understand!"

I've never heard of it and don't understand it.

But the other party seemed to have a powerful background, and he didn't want to be looked down upon.

As he pondered, he carefully examined the heavy object.

The four ancient characters “Heavenly Official Bestows Blessings” engraved on the talisman have been worn away on one side.

Judging from his clumsy eyesight...

This is indeed an antique!

So he asked, "Brother Mountain Moving Taoist, how do you plan to cooperate with me?"

The other party said, "You know the value of the goods I have, and you know how attractive these things are to foreigners."

"If you can help me find clients, I'll give you 30% of the profits."

"Remember, I only want money, remittance certificates, and gold and silver jewelry. I don't want any other Japanese or Western goods!"

Jia Youcheng pondered for a moment and then asked, "When will the transaction take place? And where will it be conducted?"

The other party said, "The sooner the better! Location aside, let's set a time first!"

Jia Youcheng's eyes darted around, and he said, "Time is not a problem. If it's convenient for you here, I can get you a foreign client in the middle of the night."

The other party asked in surprise, "You have such great abilities?"

Jia Youcheng felt looked down upon and puffed out his chest in dissatisfaction, saying, "Of course!"

"But how can I guarantee you won't break your promise?"

The other person threw him a cloth bag.

The things inside were clinking and rattling.

Jia Youcheng opened it and looked at it.

Inside are silver ornaments with an antique style, exquisite workmanship, and a patina.

"Take these as a deposit. You can show them to those foreigners; they'll definitely be interested," the Mountain-Moving Taoist said generously. "And this is also here."

He threw out another bag.

Jia Youcheng opened it again.

It's so heavy! This small bag actually hurts my hands!
Shine the flashlight beam on it.

Its golden color is breathtaking!

Judging from the feel and color, he exclaimed in shock, "Gold! It's a gold bar!"

The Mountain-Moving Taoist nodded slowly: "That's right. As long as the deal is done and the price is satisfactory to us, all this gold will be your reward!"

Jia Youcheng said incredulously, "Brother, this gold is very valuable, are you really going to give it to me?"

The Mountain-Moving Taoist said, "It has great value, but it's not allowed to be traded in China right now. We don't have any trading channels, so what's the use of it no matter how valuable it is?"

"It's just that it's expensive but there's no market for it!"

"Don't worry, we have plenty of these things. If you tell us, we'll give them to you."

Jia Youcheng hurriedly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Thank you, thank you, brother..."

"Don't be in such a hurry to thank me." The Mountain-Moving Taoist smiled coldly. "The things are for you, but what if you fail to complete our task?"

"So we can give you this, but we can't give it to you completely. Here's what we'll do: find a seaside area where you're confident you can retrieve this gold."

“I’ll throw the bag of gold in there, and you definitely won’t be able to retrieve it tonight. We Mountain Moving Taoists aren’t good at working in the water, so we can’t possibly retrieve it. Therefore, this underwater spot is a reasonable place to keep the bag of gold.”

"If our deal goes smoothly tonight, you can go and retrieve it tomorrow."

"If the deal doesn't go through, you might as well give up on salvaging them!"

This method is rather bizarre.

But after thinking it over, Jia Youcheng felt that it was indeed the best solution.

According to storytellers before liberation, such transactions usually involved a middleman as a guarantor.

Since they have no middlemen, it's quite appropriate for them to put the deposit in a place he can access but can't access for the time being.

So he said, "Okay, I'll do as you say, brother!"

The other party retrieved the gold bag, tucked the pistol into his back waistband, and then stored the cultural relics and antiques in the box.
"Go outside and wait for me for two minutes. I'll get ready and come find you."

Jia Youcheng obediently went out to wait.

Soon, the bearded man appeared wearing sunglasses: "Let's go!"

Jia Youcheng asked, "Those old objects?"

The bearded man said calmly, "Don't worry, my guy will take care of it."

As he spoke, he slipped his hand into his sleeve, put it to his mouth, and said, "Show yourself, buddy!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared on a high point of the rocky hill where the air-raid shelter was located.

Jia Youcheng was stunned.

The high point wasn't far from the entrance of the air-raid shelter, but the bearded man spoke very softly. How did that voice travel over?

A voice transmitted over a thousand miles?!
The bearded man nodded at him: "We'll handle the business, you just focus on making money, let's go!"

Jia Youcheng was completely convinced and pushed the bike to find a breakwater:
“The water flows slowly here and the bottom is flat, so gold won’t be lost if you throw it in. But it will take me some effort to retrieve it; it will take at least two or three days.”

The bearded man opened the cloth bag and showed him the gold bars.

After Jia Youcheng made his decision, he casually threw the cloth bag into the sea.

A splash, a wave.

The gold vanished without a trace.

The bearded man waved his hand: "Go contact the person, and I'll prepare the goods. There are fewer people in the general merchandise area 2, which is suitable for trading. We'll settle the payment and the goods on the spot!"

Jia Youcheng clasped his hands in a fist salute to him and said, "Please rest assured, brother, we'll meet again!"

As he watched him disappear, the bearded man sneered and looked around to make sure no one was there before pulling out his M1911 and pulling the trigger.

A flame hissed out and lit a cigarette.

Qian Jin doesn't actually smoke, but he's going to have a big job tonight, so he needs a cigarette to calm his excited mood.

(End of this chapter)