Chapter 126: Changes from 800 years ago

"Cheng Xiangzhu, are you satisfied?"

A young man who is a little similar to Hong Laotai and more than 20 or 30 years old said to the middle-aged man in a black suit. As he spoke, he muttered in his heart, "Why did the Sanhe Association send a incense owner to pick up the goods this time, and we didn't have to deliver it to the dock in person?"

"Yes." Cheng Longluo checked the packaging of the boxes in the warehouse and nodded after he found that it had not been opened: "Mr. Hong, could you please take someone out for a while?"

"Okay."

Although Hong Dongsheng's ability is not high, he can't be reused by his father Hong Laotai, but he is not a fool. Naturally, he knows that Cheng Longluo is going to inspect the goods now.

Not to mention him, even his father Hong Laotai is just a little senior in front of Cheng Longluo. No wonder Hong Laotai dares to neglect Cheng Longluo this time and doesn't come to greet him in person, just because he can't afford to lose the face of being kicked out of the door.

"Go out all." At Hong Dongsheng's order, more than a dozen Hong Tai's younger brothers walked out of the warehouse, but he himself did not dare to neglect him and said to Cheng Longluo, "Master Cheng Xiang, please call me if you have something to do."

" Mr. Hong is too polite."

Cheng Longluo did not look back and answered lightly. Hong Dongsheng also knew that he could not stay any longer. Although he was curious about what was in the box, he did not dare to stay here and left the warehouse directly.

"The incense master?" The two men who followed Cheng Longluo looked at each other, and finally both of them opened their mouths and muttered in their hearts, "What kind of goods make the fragrance owner so tight?"

The curiosity in their hearts is very reasonable. Although the triad is a gang, it has never been exposed to drugs, so the smuggling that has been cooperated with Hong Tai is just private tobacco, alcohol and electronic parts.

If it is still these goods, then with the friendship generated when the Sanhe Association "cooperated" with Hong Tai, Cheng Longluo, an uncle, can let Hong Dongsheng stay here and let him have contact with how this private life works. After all, Hong Laotai only has such a son. Hong Laotai has been old for a hundred years, even if Hong Dongsheng has no capital. Even if it's okay, I will take over Hong Tai!

The two men obviously forgot that Hong Tai is a multi-surname association, which is not led by the Ni family like the Tria-in-one, so there is no hereditary theory in Hong Tai at all.

"Open." Cheng Longluo lit a cigarette and nodded to the two of them.

"Yes." The two of them were well prepared. They prepared an iron rod and gloves early. As soon as they heard Cheng Longluo's words, they immediately opened one of the boxes.

"This...what is this?"

As soon as the two opened the box, they were immediately dumbfounded. No matter how they looked at the fragments in front of them, they were just some pieces of porcelain. Even if its predecessor was a valuable work of art, it was broken now. How could it make Cheng Longluo so nervous?

"Is it..."

The two looked at each other, and at the same time, there was a murderous intention in their eyes, looking in the direction of the door.

"Don't be nervous. It's these porcelain pieces that we will transport this time."

Cheng Longluo said something that surprised the two of them. Both of them were Cheng Longluo's confidants. Naturally, they knew that for this batch of goods, the smuggling line of the Sanhe Association's Tianshui Wharf in Xianghong was exposed. If it hadn't been for the line in the north of the New Territories, the economy of the Sanhe Association would really have regressed for 20 years.

But what's so extraordinary about this pile of ordinary-looking porcelain pieces that makes Chairman Ni willing to transport the smuggling route out.

Yes, this time it is not from Yangcheng to Shenzhen to transport the goods to Hong Kong, but from Hong Kong to transport this pile of garbage to Yangcheng. This is an unprofitable business. What are the amazing secrets in the porcelain pieces of this city? It can make Ni Xingyun, the most courageous president in the history of the Triang Association, to make such a decision. What about it?

"The incense master..."

The two are also bitter, but they dare not ask. The rules of the trio are not fun. Under the shadow of strict rules, they have to suppress their curiosity.

"Don't ask too much." Cheng Longluo snorted coldly, "This is not what you should know."

"Yes."

"Ah..." Before the two spoke, Hong Dongsheng screamed outside, and then said in an unbelievable tone, "Lin...Lin Tianchu, how dare you come to the door?"

"Lin Tianchu?" Cheng Longluo frowned, "Is the master who asked you two to help solve the problem called Lin Tianchu?"

"Yes." The two answered and nodded affirmatively.

"What on earth is Lin Tianchu from? Why did Chairman Ni be willing to let you two come to Yangcheng with me?"

Although Cheng Longluo only holds the title of incense master in the triad, he can essentially use the power of the elders, and his status is very detached. However, in the triad with strict positions, Cheng Longluo can't have super bodyguards of the same quality as the two in front of him.

These two bodyguards have always been the best in the Ni Xingyun bodyguard team, and this time, they were selected to come to Yangcheng to help their partner Hong Tai solve a little trouble.

"Brother Biao, will you come or me?" One of the bodyguards said, his tone full of confidence.

"Let me do it, little tough." The bodyguard named Brother Biao smiled and rushed to the gate with the iron rod in his hand. At this time, the screams outside also stopped.

"Az..."

The iron door of the warehouse was opened, and a young man came in with six blood-stained men. Cheng Longluo raised his eyebrows and said no words.

The bodyguard who was walking to the door also stopped and suddenly looked alert: "Little tough, protect Cheng Xiangzhu."

"What's the matter, brother?" For a moment of nervousness, the bodyguard named Xiao Hun called out. After Lin Tianchu heard it, he really found that the two were a little similar.

"Who are you?"

Lin Tianchu's eyes suddenly looked at Cheng Longluo. He felt that the wind and frost on Cheng Longluo's body were not comparable to small people like Hong Laotai.

"Cheng Longluo, the owner of the lower triad, I don't know if you are Mr. Lin?" Cheng Longluo arched his hand, and the old-fashioned greeting was like this, which seemed to be full of antique.

"Do you know me?" Lin Tianchu was not surprised at all, "That's good. Are you going to help Hong Tai come up?"

"The place of righteousness." Cheng Longluo muttered and swept through the corners of his eyes, fearing that something would happen.

"Oh?"

Lin Tianchu keenly caught Cheng Longluo's eyes and looked directly at the box. As soon as he saw it, he saw the pile of broken porcelain.

His ears moved, and when he heard Lin Tianchu's soft voice, Cheng Longluo was shocked and looked at Lin Tianchu. He never thought that Lin Tianchu was so young, but his heart was so thin.

"What is that?" Lin Tianchu's eyes became solemn, and he said in one sentence, "Song Dynasty?"

"Do you know?" Cheng Longluo was even more shocked. From a pile of fragments alone, he could see that this was a product of the Song Dynasty. So how deep he knew about antique porcelain.

"You go out first." Lin Tianchu said to Lu Yu and others.

"Yes." Lu Yu and others were a little nervous, but they had blind confidence in Lin Tianchu and immediately went out.

"You should go out, too." Cheng Longluo didn't know why he dispersed his hands like Lin Tianchu. He was surprised: "Aren't we here to kill Lin Tianchu?"

"Cheng Xiangzhu, where did this thing come from?"

Lin Tianchu asked after everyone left, and his eyes seemed to have deep feelings. Obviously, the predecessor of this pile of fragments was a treasure he knew and even saw with his own eyes.

The position changed. At this moment, Cheng Longluo felt that the two seemed to be not hostile, but jointly planning a big event.

For no reason, Cheng Longluo, an old man, actually had a little closeness to Lin Tianchu. "This treasure was stolen by the president from an English businessman."

"What?" Lin Tianchu was shocked, glanced at the other dozen unopened boxes and said, "What else did you grab?"

"There are so many that I can't classify them." With that, Cheng Longluo took the iron rod on the ground and opened the box.

Lin Tianchu recognized the fragments in the box that had been opened for a long time. It was the Dragon King Ba bowl, the weapon of the eight elders who begged for 800 years, and he finally saw that the eight dragon king bowls were on Qianzhangya.

All the boxes were opened, and there were really many kinds of things to see. The swords and sticks of the rusty class, and what attracted Lin Tianchu most was a Zen stick.

Lin Tianchu recognized that this Zen battle was the thing that Shaolin presided over the Huikong Zen master 800 years ago, and in those years, on the thousand sticks, the Huikong Zen style was on the unique Baili flower sea on the cliff to recite the scriptures for the dead of the war.

At this moment, the end of the Zen stick is stained with the petrified white flowers and leaves. Who is it? What happened to the Qianzhangya after Lin Tian fell 800 years ago?