Rebirth: 1977

Fang Minghui took the money from the clerk, glared at the store owner, snorted coldly, and turned and left.

Xiao Mao did not follow him out. Instead, a young man walked out from the opposite side of the street and followed Fang Minghui slowly.

Seeing Fang Minghui had disappeared, the shop owner politely stepped forward and greeted Xiao Mao:

"Hello, Xiao Mao. Boss Sang is here today. Would you like to go upstairs and have a cup of tea with me?"

Xiao Mao stood up, laughed, and asked:

"You made a good profit from this business today, didn't you? Why don't you answer the phone?"

The shop owner's face lit up and he explained:

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. The phone call was just an excuse. If I had agreed to pay 500 yuan for Fang Minghui's painting, he would have felt unbalanced again.

The key to doing business is 'harmony brings wealth', so try to avoid trouble as much as possible.

You know I didn't lie. We at Nian En Zhai have always adhered to the principle of honesty and fairness in doing business.

Today is a special situation, and our boss has told me that if you have any requests, I must do my best to help you."

Xiao Mao nodded in understanding:

"I understand. Thank you today. Even if I give Fang Minghui that bastard 10,000 yuan now, it will be gone in no time.

A real black sheep.

No, now he is not just a prodigal son, he is a complete drug addict, no different from an animal.

This life has come to an end.

By the way, I'm just curious, is the painting he brought an authentic one? I see you seem very excited."

The shop owner's eyes suddenly lit up:

“Based on my appraisal, there is a high possibility that it is authentic.

However, to be cautious, Boss Sang will ask Mr. Zhai to help with the appraisal."

Xiao Mao laughed:

"That's good. Well, I'll go meet Boss Sang. How long will he stay in the capital this time?"

"About half a month at most. After arranging the production of the handicraft factory, dealing with the matters in our antique shops, and checking the warehouse, he will be gone again."

Xiao Mao went upstairs and saw Sang Nianzhong looking at the painting that Fang Minghui had just sent him.

"Hello, Boss Sang."

"Hello, Xiao Mao. I heard you were here. I didn't want to alarm Fang Minghui, so I didn't go down to see you."

Sang Nianzhong put down the painting in his hand, rolled it up carefully, and put it into a long box.

"Sit down and have a cup of tea together. Do you know when Master Ye will return to Beijing?"

This is the first phase of Xidan Commercial Street, which was built by He Jie.

At the beginning, all the shops bought by Ye Tianshui, Sang Nianzhong, including Yuan Cheng, Wu Pingtao, and Guokang were handed over to Sang Nianzhong to sell antiques and gold and silver jewelry.

All the other stores that were sold in the first phase have fallen into the hands of Sang Nianzhong and Ye Tianshui.

An antique street has been formed here and it has become famous.

For Chinese and foreign tourists who come to Beijing, Xidan Antique Street has become a distinctive street and is a must-visit.

Here, lovers of archaeology and antiques can find their favorite items.

Four meters away is a street paved with bluestone slabs, which is quaint and antique. Opposite it is a food street.

In addition to the special snacks and dishes of the capital, this street also has some local special snacks and dim sum.

A clothing street has also been formed. He Jie watched the "future" that Ye Tianshui and He Jie had described become a reality little by little.

During the planning process, some supply and marketing cooperatives and shopping malls were not demolished. Now they are sandwiched in between and look particularly shabby.

The construction of the Second Ring Road has included this area in the commercial district closest to the Imperial City.

Xiao Mao is an 'old man' under Ye Tianshui and is familiar with Sang Nianzhong, but Sang Nianzhong never asks about their work content.

Fang Minghui is coming to sell paintings today, and Xiao Mao informed him in advance.

No matter which store he entered, Fang Minghui would receive the same treatment.

Sang Nianzhong pointed at the painting and said:

"It is very likely that this painting is authentic. Wait for me to authenticate it with Mr. Zhai. Once it is confirmed, you can take it to Mr. Ye."

Xiao Mao shook his head and declined: "Boss Sang, Master Ye said that the things Fang Minghui sells to you are yours.

I will not ask whether this painting is real or fake."

Sang Nianzhong said in a light tone:

"Don't make the decision for Master Ye. If I'm not mistaken, this painting should belong to the famous Tang Dynasty artist Han Huang.

It is extremely valuable and only someone like Mr. Ye is worthy of owning it.

So, don't forget to take my words with you.

He is not in Beijing now, and I will be leaving in a few days. The opportunity to get together in Beijing is precious now. "

There was some regret in Sang Nianzhong's expression.

"Okay, I'll definitely pass on the message."

He drank the tea in the cup, stood up, said "thank you" politely, and left with light steps.

In the evening, Xiao Mao's subordinates who had followed Fang Minghui came back after their shift change.

They all live in the backyard of 'Lanyuan' now.

"Captain, Fang Minghui has some money and is opening a hotel again.

I also saw a woman enter his room. She looked like she was a drug addict like him.”

"Did he go buy powder today? Did he meet anyone else?"

Xiao Mao had no interest in knowing whether Fang Minghui was staying in a hotel or looking for a woman.

They worked hard to keep an eye on him, hoping to find more drug dealers through Fang Minghui.

But up to now, he has not really reached the end of the road. Going home and stealing some things can keep him alive for a while.

Fang Minghui only comes into contact with small drug dealers, or you could say they are all drug addicts who "use drugs to support drugs".

Ye Tianshui wanted to catch the 'bamboo pole' and 'baozi' Fang Minghui, but they were not yet qualified to meet directly.

Therefore, Ye Tianshui asked them to redistribute the manpower and follow the other two drug addicts who were more active in making money than Fang Minghui.

After investigating the situation, it was found that 'Ma Gan' and 'Bao Zi' were already the leaders in charge of the drug market in Beijing.

The anti-drug police have been lurking around them, and their goal is to follow the clues to find the big drug dealer behind "Ma Gan" and "Bao Zi".

These real big drug dealers are all hiding abroad.

Ye Tianshui didn't want to let his people deal with drug dealers. Professional matters should be left to professionals.

If his help was needed, Ye Tianshui was only willing to provide reinforcements from the periphery.

Or you can provide some weapons, ammunition and money.

"Fang Minghui just went to one of them to get some goods. I didn't see him meeting any strangers."

The woman who entered Fang Minghui's room tonight was actually not the woman Fang Minghui was looking for.

It was an acquaintance of ours - Zhu Yuanfang.

She came to ask Fang Minghui for the "goods".

Zhu Yuanfang came into contact with drugs through Fang Minghui's cronies after his divorce.

Her addiction was not as severe as Fang Minghui's, so she insisted on going to work. The salary she earned was not enough to pay for her drug addiction.

So, she could only use her body to exchange for a part of it.

"Brother Minghui, I am your sister, can't you give me some on credit first? Do we have to be so clear even if we are siblings?

It's not like I won't pay you back. I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I get my salary next month."

The relationship between these cousins ​​had long since become as distant as strangers because neither of them had enough money to pay for drugs.

"Yuan Fang, you just got your salary yesterday, how dare you buy on credit today?

It's always easier for you to make money than for me, so shouldn't you lend me the money?

Don't forget that my dad was put in jail because of your dad.

I am now in a state of being neither human nor ghost, and it is all because of your family."

Fang Minghui's tone was full of resentment.

He could never imagine why his uncle, who was already such a high-ranking official, would be so desperate as to become a spy?

"How dare you blame me? Who of us can understand what your father and my father did?

I was harmed by you. Didn't you say at that time that you could provide me with it for free as long as I needed it?

You talk nonsense, and now you won't give me some goods on credit!"

Zhu Yuanfang complained angrily.

"Haha, did I force you? It was you who insisted on giving it a try, and now you want to blame me?

dream!

If you want money, give me some. If you don’t have money, get out of here!”

Fang Minghui found that his addiction was about to come back, and he pushed Zhu Yuanfang angrily.

"Let go! I'll kill you!

You have the money to stay in such a high-end hotel, but you won't lend me any goods on credit. I always treated you like my brother!"

Zhu Yuanfang took out a stack of Great Unity notes from his pocket, picked out three and handed them to Fang Minghui:

"Here, give me the goods!"