Chapter 149
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Zhao Pang is a secondhand dealer. He makes money just like us, all by being bold.
If you want to get rich, you need some guts.
However, I reckon he wasn't lying either. This deal is too big; it wouldn't work relying on just one guy running errands in Morocco Street.
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Morrison Street is the most famous antique street in Hong Kong, divided into two streets, upper and lower. The head of Morrison Street actually refers to Morrison Hill Road.
There were dozens of antique shops lining the narrow street. Back in the day, it was truly a treasure trove, with national treasures everywhere you looked. While the quantity of goods might not have been as impressive as Panjiayuan or Shenyang Road, the quality of the items here was definitely superior.
My earliest exposure to the antique circles of Moro Street was also during this operation.
Many years ago, you could find a lot of items from Sotheby's and Christie's through Morro Street. Many people don't know this: the Yuan blue and white ghost valley jar that sold for over 200 million in 2005 appeared on Morro Street in July 2002. I later heard from a friend that it was bought by a Mr. Lin from mainland China for 14 million yuan from Morro Street. It was only in his possession for less than three years before being put up for auction again and selling directly for 260 million yuan.
Then, he went on to describe the situation at the time.
I thought about it for a moment and asked, "So by 'head' you mean..."
After pondering for a moment, he said: "Changchun hasn't noticed us yet. This is a great chance to make our escape. I'm willing to offer 30% of the profits and partner with someone. With this person's connections, perhaps we can succeed."
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I looked up and asked, "Who is it"
"Tapping his fingers twice on the table, he began, “The Ghost Hand who severed the Dragon's Vein, the Underground Emperor of the Northern School's tomb robbers, Yao Wenzhong.”
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I was stunned.
This man is well-known. I've only met his niece, Yao Yumen, so I'm not sure. Should I just ask him directly
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Late one evening on the third day, a screeching sound came from outside the door. A Santana car stopped at the inn's entrance.
A man in his fifties got off the Santayana. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a reserved demeanor and a calm expression.
"I bowed my head respectfully towards this man and said, 'Sir, your journey must have been tiring. Wang has already prepared a feast for you.'"
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This man in his fifties is Yao Yumen's uncle, Yao Wenzhong.
This is the first time I have met him.
From what I heard from the mouth of the head, this person has always acted alone. Of course, he also keeps a team under him, but most of the people in the team have never seen him.
There were four of us in the hotel that night: the head honcho, Sun Lao Da, Red Sister, and me.
Yao Wenzhong didn't touch his chopsticks. After sitting down, he calmly spoke, "Wang Bazhi, haven't we met twice before My niece told me about your situation."
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“Yes, Master. The first time we met was at a Northern School gathering in Hainan. The second time was two years ago at the bed meeting on the second floor of the Huai Wei Hotel in Panjia Garden.”
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I previously thought that I was very close with Bà T頭 and Master Yao, but it seems that's not the case today. I am familiar with Bà T頭 and Yao Yumen, but I have only met her uncle, Yao Wenzhong, twice.
Yao Wenzhong twirled his empty teacup, sighing, "I've spent my life seeing all sorts of corpses, but a thousand-year-old yin zhi corpse is something I've never encountered before."
During the Western Zhou dynasty, Yin Zi's survival depended on a multitude of factors: geological formations, temperature conditions, the balance of yin and yang in geomancy, and the skill of artisans. Each element was indispensable.
Yumen told me Wang said that you guys blew up the entrance to the cave
I nodded my head and said, "That thing, even Wang Xiangshen has never seen it before. If I hadn't been prepared and called for help, I'm afraid we would both have been in trouble inside."
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"We can talk about that later. Let's not dwell on it for now," he said, straightening his posture. "Master, just like I told you on the phone, there are people in Hong Kong who can take our goods, but sending them over is very troublesome."
"We cooperate, leveraging your network. After I, Wang Xiangshen, receive the payment, I'll give you 30% as my share. What do you think"
Yao Wenzhong grinned after hearing this, and said with a smile, "30%... Wang Ba Tou is generous. To be frank with you, no one else could help you with this, but I have some face on the local waterways. Although it will take some effort, it should be doable."
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"Head haha laughed and said, 'The Master and Wang have the same idea. Take the waterway by boat directly to Zhonggang. As long as we get people and goods to Zhonggang, we won't bother the Master anymore. I have my own way.'
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In just the time it took to eat a meal, the two of them finalized their plan. Old Sun kept offering suggestions and ideas, all focused on ensuring our goods would be completely safe.
To know that 30% profit is no small sum, it's one-third of the total value of a shipment. Even though Yao Wenzhong is well-known, he hasn't gone down in the world. To put it bluntly, this man values money.
Thirteen years later, he died by suicide, also dying over a word for money.
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From Shunde to Hong Kong, taking those things by plane or train would definitely not be suitable. Shunde has a thriving local fishing industry, and there's a company called Hongxing Fisheries Company. Their initial plan was as follows:g" I asked.“Don't look at me like that. I'm human, not a monkey. How could I understand what these animals are saying” Yao Yumen looked ahead and said in a low voice, “Listen carefully to their calls....