C45 (2/2)
had heard of this legendary figure of the Rong City's antiques world many years ago.
It was said that this ”Ninth Master”
No one knew his real name. They only heard that he was forty-nine years old and had not yet married. His parents were dead.
It was naturally impossible for Du Lei to contact him, because of this ”Ninth Elder”.
He had already gone to the capital to settle down. Right now, her disciple who stayed in the Rong City was none other than his disciple, ”Firewood Knife”.
This man called Chai Dao was in his early thirties this year. Although his ability was not even half as strong as Ninth Master, he was still not a simple character.
Du Lei had fought with this guy before, but at the time, he was only a shop assistant who unloaded things. Now, he was the boss.
He spent some money and easily got the contact number of the firewood knife. Du Lei told him that there were tens of millions of businesses, so that guy was very happy to meet him at a teahouse near Antique Market.
Du Lei had already followed his previous agreement and waited at the teahouse for a long time. When dusk approached, a firewood knife appeared, this was a man with an aged face.
He wore a denim jacket, ordinary slacks, and sheepskin boots. His hair was short, clean, and clean. Other than the obvious vicissitudes of life, his face was covered in a messy stubble.
It had to be said that his facial features were very straight. At least, it gave off a very gentle and quiet feeling.
The machete was not like how it was now. It was clear that under the impact of modernization, the real antique industry was no longer as popular as it was before.
Especially with his' illegal 'attitude …
It was no longer possible for him to have his master's glorious acquisition channels, but from the looks of it, he should still be persevering on.
”Boss Du, right? I'm very happy that you were able to find me and stock up on my goods.”
The firewood knife shook Du Lei's hand and said with a smile, he did not put on any airs at all.
He even took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to Du Lei to smoke, and didn't forget to remind him: ”Now Rong City doesn't catch anything else, it's just trying to sell antiques illegally. Honestly speaking, I haven't received any orders in almost a year, no one dares to find me to do business.”
”I am the main target of the police's attention. Look, look, that person wearing a hat is a spy for the police.”
As he spoke, he waved his hand at the fellow.
It was clear that he was already in a hopeless situation.
Du Lei did not know about these things beforehand. He accepted the cigarettes with a smile and did not leave.
On the contrary, he smiled and said, ”Those who are bold and overconfident and those who starve to death are cowards. No matter what era, those words are useful. There is no such thing as risk-free.”
”You can see things very clearly, but unfortunately, right now, our Ninth Sect has already become famous, and we don't even have a name anymore. I do have some goods on hand, but I don't know if you dare to sell them? ”
The firewood knife took a deep breath, and the remaining few words, he mouthed using his mouth, Du Lei saw through it.
”I dare.”
Du Lei also took a deep breath and mouthed the words boldly. To a swindler like him, was there anything in this world that he did not dare to do?
”Since you have the guts, I'll give you this number.”
Judging from the way the machete opened its mouth, he was talking about one million, not ten million.