Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

As he spoke, Xu Damao took out a Daqianmen cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Yan Bugui.

Seeing this, Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out to take the cigarette.

He lit it skillfully, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke, saying thoughtfully: "Hmm... you are right, this matter does need to be carefully considered. However, most of the things are in the hands of my friends, and I can't make the decision alone."

Xu Damao hurriedly urged, "Hey, Teacher Yan, this is easy! Find some time tomorrow to discuss this with your friends. Opportunities are rare and will never come back again! If you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again!"

"Yeah... I understand. It's just that... it's just that my friends are not easy to get along with... Sigh..."

Yan Bugui frowned as he thought about it, secretly wondering how he could get a piece of the pie from this matter.

However, he thought again of the group of people he had met. They were not easy to deal with. Each one of them was very difficult to deal with. It was harder than climbing to the sky to gain benefits from them.

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, Xu Damao, who was standing by, saw Yan Bugui's appearance and had some guesses in his mind.

So he cautiously asked, "Teacher Yan, I'm afraid those friends you know are not good people, right?"

Hearing Xu Damao's words, Yan Bugui suddenly raised his head, glared at Xu Damao fiercely, and then retorted stubbornly: "Don't talk nonsense! I, Yan Bugui, only make friends with people of good character!"

Having said that, his eyes dodged unconsciously, and he was obviously lacking in confidence.

Seeing Yan Bugui's guilty look, Xu Damao became even more certain of his thoughts.

He muttered to himself, "Yan Bugui's acting is too poor. Look at the Military Control Commission's spy Yi Zhonghai. He has real acting skills!"

"Back when this place was still occupied by the Japanese, this guy was hiding with his head on his belt, playing his role with his life at every moment! If he doesn't act well, death is the best outcome. But Yan Bugui was exposed in just a few words."

Although he thought so in his heart, Xu Damao still pretended to be friendly on the surface and continued to say to Yan Bugui: "Teacher Yan, we are friends, so please don't hide it from me anymore!"

"We've been to the ghost market several times, and every time we've seen the stuff your friend asked you to sell. But not a single thing was not dug out of the ground, and, besides, they're all fake stuff!" Xu Damao said as he glanced at Yan Bugui, his eyes revealing a bit of cunning and curiosity.

"I, Xu Damao, have been working in the antique business for quite some time, so I do have some insight. Teacher Yan, do you think your friends are specialized in moving mountains and digging graves? Hehehehe..."

Xu Damao lowered his voice and leaned close to Yan Bugui's ear with a meaningful smile on his face, while at the same time he let out a laugh that made people feel creepy.

When Yan Bugui was asked this question, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.

He pretended to be terrified, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands, and muttered to himself: "Oh, Damao, now that you remind me, it seems to be true! I used to think they were just ordinary businessmen, but I didn't know they were actually in the business of moving mountains! What should I do..."

Yan Bugui's performance was a bit exaggerated. If he were to give a score, out of ten, I'm afraid Xu Damao would only give him seven at most.

"Teacher Yan, don't worry about what your friends do. My friend has taken a fancy to this set of things. As long as the deal goes smoothly, your friend will make a fortune and my friend will get the things he wants. We can each get what we want and from now on, we can keep to ourselves and no one will get in the way of anyone else."

Xu Damao patted his chest and promised solemnly.

"By the way, Damao, you helped your friends sell this thing at such a high price, shouldn't your friends give you some commission or something?" Yan Bugui blinked and looked at Xu Damao with anticipation.

"Teacher Yan, please don't bother me. My friend taught me a lot about antiques and he is also my teacher. I won't take any introduction fees even if they offer me one. I just want to help my friend accomplish this."

"Teacher Yan, your friends must have given you a referral fee. If you hadn't worked tirelessly to act as a matchmaker and coordinate, how could this thing be sold at such a high price! Don't you agree? After all, who in this world would be against money? It's a waste not to make money!"

Xu Damao persuaded Yan Bugui with a smile on his face.

Yan Bugui's heart was moved when he heard what Xu Damao said. He took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, and then slowly exhaled a big smoke ring, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, as if he had finally made up his mind, he took a last, deep puff of his cigarette, threw the butt hard on the ground, and stomped it out with his foot.

"Well... okay! Tomorrow I will go to my friends to discuss how to make this deal smoothly!" Yan Bugui said gritting his teeth.

Xu Damao was secretly delighted when he saw Yan Bugui agreed, but he still pretended to be sincere on the surface: "That's great, Teacher Yan! I will discuss it carefully with my friends tomorrow and study how to trade specifically."

"But your friend is the seller, so key issues such as how to do the transaction and what method to use still need to be decided by your friend!"

After Xu Damao finished speaking, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and prepared to leave.

"Okay, Damao, I'll come to you if there is any situation." Yan Bugui waved goodbye to Xu Damao.

"Okay, Teacher Yan! Then I will go home and wait for your good news!" Xu Damao nodded with a smile on his face, then left Yan Bugui's house with a brisk pace.

After Xu Damao hurried back to his house, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water, and rushed into his mysterious portable space anxiously. When he stepped into this small world that belonged only to him, a strong smell hit him in the face.

I saw that the warehouse was neatly piled with eggs as high as a hill.

Xu Damao looked at the mountain of eggs and thought to himself, "If I sell all these eggs to Mr. Liu the next time I do business with him, I should be able to get a lot of money." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.