The stall was exposed to 6000 million

Chapter 183 Ghost City
Hearing the news, Zhang Jingchun's eyes lit up immediately.

But soon calmed down.

"Don't worry, just add me on WeChat and post a video first to see, if it's really that painting, it's not too late to see you again."

"Okay, what's the phone number?"

"188..."

After this kid wrote it down, less than a minute later, he applied for a friend on WeChat, and saw the name: Ghost Hand Asan, and the signature below read: Wealth and wealth are in danger, go fuck him.

It can be felt that this kid should be a second-hand dealer who rummages through antiques.

agreed to add, but set chat only.

After agreeing, the kid quickly made a smirk.

Then came a voice.

"I'll go, Master Zhang, what do you mean, the circle of friends is not allowed to see, do you still have the most basic trust?"

Zhang Jingchun also replied: "Never post on Moments, but take videos."

However, in the video call just sent, the other party refused to chat, and another voice came.

"Master Zhang, I'm afraid too, how about this, I'll take a few photos for you right away, take a good look, if you think it's okay, let's meet up, if not, I'll be in the ghost market at two o'clock in the morning tonight I sold this painting home and hugged my wife to have sex, and that's it..."

Zhang Jingchun wanted to open his circle of friends at this time, and he could still see it just now, but when he opened it again, he found that the boy's circle of friends could no longer be opened, and it seemed that he was also blocked.

But these are not important. After a while, five photos were indeed sent.

Including the outer packaging box, the whole picture of the painting, and the photos of the three details. From the quality of the photos, it can be seen that this guy is really a veteran, and the photos are very good, and they are all places to think about. .

Especially the words "Master and Servant Enjoying Together", which can be said to be almost exactly the same as the painting in his room.

At this time, he really regretted that he didn't take a photo to keep as a souvenir. He thought it was his own painting, but who would have thought that this painting would end up like this.

"Okay, let's meet up, why don't you come to my Zizhu Pavilion, if I want, I can transfer the money to you right away."

"You can pull it down. What if you are a cop? If you want to trade, you can go to the ghost market. There are guards there, and we all paid them. It will be much safer. Well, if you want to Yes, get the money ready, we're trading in the ghost market, remember at three o'clock in the morning, the password is: Tianwanggai..."

Zhang Jingchun was speechless when he heard it.

"stop……"

"what happened?"

Zhang Jingchun said angrily: "Even children know that thing, so it's still called a code? Listen to me, Wang Pangqing's head and May Day..."

Ah San, the other party's ghost hand, was stunned when he heard this.

"Ah, what do you mean by Wang Pang's green head and May Day?"

"It's terrible to be uneducated. If you don't understand, ask Du Niang yourself, and remember the next sentence: twelve inches of soil and ten inches of rain, remember it?"

The other party muttered forward foolishly: "What are you doing... rain!"

"Ten inches of rain, I'll read it to you again, you can record it first, I said: Wang Pang Qingtou and May Day, you just say: Twelve soil and ten inches of rain!"

"Oh, twelve inches of soil and ten inches of rain, good, good, that's it."

The two said a few more words and hung up the phone.

At this time, Zhang Jingchun, who was originally sluggish, seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and he became energetic all at once.

Now we are waiting to meet in the ghost market after the early morning.

At this moment, he thought of Su Wan'er in the dream, and his heart was boiling. Only at this moment did he understand what it means to be haunted by dreams.

I looked at the time, it was only past nine o'clock in the evening, and it was still early.

Only at this time did I feel my stomach gurgling, and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten properly for many days.

Seeing a Jiang Taigong restaurant that just opened next door, he walked in and ordered a signature fish and a few side dishes to eat. At this time, Zhang Jingchun was in a good mood and the taste was particularly delicious.

After eating, it was past ten o'clock, and he actually ate a portion for three people, hiccupped, and then went out.

Then he drove to the ghost market and waited there early.

After midnight, under the dim light, many people sneaked over from all directions.

After all, what they did was all shady things, so they all appeared to be very careful.

And at the four entrances and exits of the ancient street city, several tattooed men walked back and forth without entering.

This is the thug responsible for the security of the ghost market, and also their patron saint. Without the relationship of their leader, these people would not be able to do business at all, so when they enter, they have to pay some security fees, and the transaction is successful Yes, they have to pay some intermediary fees, but they are all paid by the seller, and the buyer can just take the things and leave.

Zhang Jingchun's car was parked opposite the No. 1 entrance and exit of Gucheng Street. Seeing more and more people gathering in the ghost market, he finally realized that there were still so many people doing such activities in the middle of the night.

But this is not something he cares about. If some departments wanted to take care of it, they would have done it long ago, and it would not be possible for this so-called ghost market to spread for so long, especially in the antique world.

At this time the phone rang, and Zhang Jingchun saw that it really belonged to that ghostly Ah San.

"Master Zhang, if you guessed right, you should have come earlier, right? Come on, let's meet up, let's enter together, and pay less money, otherwise, seeing that there are no such big tattooed men going back and forth, I have to let you Pay too."

"Okay, then you wait for me at the gate of Jingdezhen Porcelain by the roadside, and I will go there right away."

"Row."

Zhang Jingchun waited for a while, but still didn't see the ghostly Ah San, thinking that this guy was really careful, so he went down and waited for him.

After a while, I felt a hand behind him gently pat him, which startled Zhang Jingchun, turned around, and found a thin and dry guy wearing a mask and wearing a mask. sunglasses.

"Wang Pang's green head and May Day..."

"Twenty inches of rain for a Tushi!"

The kid chuckled: "Master Zhang, you made me recite your words for an hour."

"Come on, what's the matter?"

"How can I do it here? It's safe inside. Let's go."

Zhang Jingchun didn't bother to talk to him, he also wanted to see what this ghost market was like.

They went in together, and just as they were about to go in, they saw two big men with tattoos walking over.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and handed over a payment code.

"Hey, the two big brothers have worked hard."

The ghost-handed Asan smiled cheerfully, with a humble look on his face.

After speaking, he quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned it, lost the money and went in.

Then he pulled Zhang Jingchun: "Let's go."

But before the two of them entered, they were stopped by one of the big men.

"and many more……"

"Ah, brother, still, is there anything else?"

Ah San, with a puzzled look on his face, asked with a dry smile.

(End of this chapter)