Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Oh my god! Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun, Ding! I probably couldn't have collected all these famous kiln porcelains even if I spent my whole life in my previous life. But now that I have traveled through time, I am lucky enough to see a complete set of treasures. What good deeds have I, Xu Damao, done?"

Xu Damao just stood there stupidly, muttering to himself. Then, he couldn't help but walk forward, carefully picked up a sky-blue porcelain vase, held it in his palm as if it were a treasure, and carefully played with it, stroked it, and admired it.

Looking at the exquisite porcelain vase in front of him, the familiar yet unfamiliar ice-crack glaze, Xu Damao suddenly felt an indescribable sense of uneasiness in his heart... He couldn't help but feel a little guilty, as if he was doing something shameful.

In fact, this cannot be entirely attributed to Xu Damao's lack of determination. You know, in his previous life, as an appraiser and collector, he could only admire such precious treasures from a distance in a museum. As for touching them with his own hands, that was simply a fantasy.

It is because Xu Damao is well aware of the rarity and preciousness of these items that he is so excited.

This is like a person with only a junior high school or high school education, who may not understand how great mathematicians such as Wei Shen or even Hua Luogeng, Gauss and Euler are; however, for undergraduates or postgraduate students majoring in mathematics at Tsinghua University and Peking University, these people are simply like gods...

毕竟知识越渊博，越能深刻认识到自己的渺小......就像那令人惊叹的欧拉公式：1+2+3+4+5+6+正无穷=负十二分之一。

To most people, this seems completely counterintuitive - how can you add up so many numbers and get a negative number? However, it is indeed correct, and this is where Euler used mathematical formulas to prove the existence of God.

Xu Damao gently stroked the extremely precious azure Ru porcelain vase in his hand, thinking to himself: If this vase had been placed in the past, it would have become the treasure of the museum; but if it were to be auctioned, I'm afraid it would be impossible without hundreds of millions of dollars!

He carefully placed the porcelain bottle together with several other pieces of ceramics into the warehouse, then changed his appearance. Then, with a flash of his body, he disappeared from the spot in an instant and appeared directly in the wooden house.

At this moment, Xu Damao was in a very happy mood. He stared at the middle-aged man who was still in a coma. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that this man was as cute as a boy who brought money. The next step was to interrogate him to find out where the gold bars and dollars were hidden.

"Clap!"

A crisp and loud slapping sound was heard, and Xu Damao stretched out his hands without hesitation and slapped the other person twice.

After being beaten, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, as if he had experienced a long dream. His eyes were a little confused, as if he had not yet fully awakened.

"Hey, young man, where am I? Are you policemen? Or someone else?" The middle-aged man looked around and his eyes finally fell on Xu Damao.

He carefully looked at the young man in front of him, speculating in his heart. From the outside, Xu Damao did not look special, and did not look like a powerful person. So the middle-aged man asked tentatively.

After all, judging from his experience, the one who could subdue him and his men so quickly and bring them here must be some large organization or the police.

However, Xu Damao in front of him looked too young, far from the image of the leader he imagined. Therefore, he guessed that Xu Damao might just be a small role responsible for guarding him.

The middle-aged man had a reason for thinking this way. He could never have imagined that someone could defeat his two well-trained black-clad men and the powerful Lei Gang single-handedly.

In his opinion, the team that did all this must be a team, and it was most likely the police. If it wasn't the police, then it could only be some underworld organization that came for money.

"Hehe, it's good for you to know. My eldest brother has completely handed you over to me. My eldest brother doesn't like the things in the car. I have to sell them to get money. Let's talk about the gold bars and dollars you hid! I prefer this."

Xu Damao was playing with the revolver in his hand, and from time to time he raised the muzzle and aimed it at the middle-aged man, scaring him so much that his body trembled.

"I do have some of them, but some of them are stored at home. Unless I go there in person, I can't get them out. How about you ignore me and come with me to get the gold bars?"

"Whoosh! Snap!"

Xu Damao got a thin bamboo stick from somewhere and hit the middle-aged man in the face with it with one hand. With a shrill scream, a bright red blood mark suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"You are a smart person, but don't treat me like a fool and let you go? I'll tell you the truth. If I don't squeeze you dry, do you still want to go back alive?"

Xu Damao patted the middle-aged man's cheek, stared into his eyes, and said with a forced smile.

"Yes, you are right, brother. I did hide some gold bars and silver dollars at home, but not in large quantities. They are..."

The middle-aged man quickly gave an address.

"Hehe, you are in my hands now, I have to tell you in advance, if you tell a lie, I will not kill you when I come back, I will chop off your right hand first!"

Xu Damao said viciously.

"Go ahead and check it out, little brother. If I tell a lie, I'd rather have my head chopped off than my hands!"

The middle-aged man said this with a smile, and his smile moved the wound on his face, causing the bloody mark to distort.

Perhaps the smile touched the wound, the smile on the middle-aged man's face was particularly stiff.

"Let me ask you again, where did the stuff in this truck come from? Where are you going to transport it?"

Xu Damao asked casually.

"Well, to be honest with you, we are all people in the black market who know each other and teamed up to do this business. We bought these antiques at high prices and want to find a buyer to sell them at a good price."

"Brother, you know we have no hatred in the past or in the present. Let me go and I will give you all the money I have hidden. What do you think? After all, we don't have any deep hatred, right?"

The middle-aged man spoke with emotion and reason.

"Snapped!"

Along with a scream, another bloody mark appeared on the middle-aged man's face.