Chapter 2 Black Market Town 2

As soon as Qin Zhong heard this, his face was speechless. It turned out to be in public*. As soon as he got angry, his expression changed and he hummed coldly, "Old woman, I don't like you. First tell you that I'm abiding by the law. If you are willing to say it, you can also give you some money, and don't say get out of here."

"Oh, my brother is still angry." The woman put her hand on Qin Zhong's arm as she spoke.

Qin Zhong didn't give him a chance. He pushed the window up and almost clamped the woman's arm. He turned his head to let Han Jun drive.

As soon as the woman saw that the money was going to fly, she didn't hurry up: "Okay, I said that the old six mountain goods house is at the other side of the town, and you can see the signboard when you come at night."

Qin Zhong heard this and smiled, but he didn't say anything. He only took out ten yuan from his pocket and threw it on the ground: "I think this money is enough for you to open your mouth. At least you can rest for half an hour without receiving guests. Uncle Han has left.

Qin Zhong and the other three drove to the other end of the town and found a quiet place to stop and wait for the night to come, but the woman picked up ten yuan on the ground with great interest. It seemed that his worship of money had reached a certain height.

A round of dusk, half-deficient silver moonlight.

Qin Zhong and others have been sitting in the car and waiting for at least half a day. Guo Dafu seemed to be a little impatient. Gradually, the sun finally silenced its hot face.

"Little bell, the street lights are on. It should be time." Han Jun has not taken a nap and stared at the scene on the street all the time. From the beginning, there was no one, and even the passing vehicles were pitiful. But at dusk, sparse people began to appear on the streets of the town. Gradually, there began to become more people, and the number of vehicles coming in from outside slowly increased.

And the light was turned on in the village, which was said by the woman, and a young man came out of the yard. This guy held a big sign in his hand. The sign said that it was specially for recycling and selling border materials, antiques, and all kinds of rare beasts. When the boy turned over the sign, several people woke up. The purpose of the big character "Lao Liushan Goods Village" was displayed in front of Qin Zhong and others.

Qin Zhong sighed and shook his head: "For good, that woman didn't lie to us. Let's go." As he spoke, he got out of the car and took a few steps to the gate of the mountain goods house.

When the young man at the door saw Qin Zhong coming, he said to himself, "It's really early for a guest today. Tut, but it's a pity that he is short of money." He seemed to raise his head a little arrogantly and said, "Is this person going to sell or buy?"

"I want to find someone."

"Looking for someone? Haha, that's interesting. Who are there in our town? The young man spoke proudly, but after he finished speaking, there was a trace of indescribable strangeness in the corners of his mouth.

Qin Zhong suddenly felt that his back was cold, and there was no one in the town? Are they all ghosts here? He carefully took a large number of young people and breathed normally, so he sneered and said, "Aren't you a human?"

"Haha, who am I? There are only goods and money here." The boy spoke quite stinky. Qin Zhong's eyes suddenly emitted a trace of blood and secretly held his ninja knife tightly.

"Ky, don't stinky, I'm here to find Zhu Laoliu."

When the young man heard this, his expression changed greatly and he circled around Qin Zhong: "Tut, just because you also want to find my boss. You are too sad. Are you here to borrow money?"

"Wow!" Two winds flashed through the young man's ears, and the young man stared at Qin Zhong stupidly.

Qin Zhongmuran's expression seems to have warned the arrogant young man in front of him, and the two knives he just cut out in an instant have explained everything.

Seeing this, the young man turned his head and ran to the yard, running and shouted, "Come on, someone smashed the scene!"

"Your mother, is grandpa going to smash your broken scene?" Qin Zhong had no choice but to put his hand in front of him just in case.

Before long, more than a dozen people swarmed out of the yard and surrounded Qin Zhong and Guo Dafu in an instant.

Qin Zhong was helpless: "I told you that I came to find Zhu Laoliu, not to find you bugs."

"You are still stubborn, brothers, give it to me."

Qin Zhong couldn't avoid this fight. Although he didn't take these people seriously at all, he had to deal with them well. After all, there were many people on the other side and he couldn't be careless.

But before Qin Zhong and others took action, a man came out of the room in the yard, wearing a coat on his body, and immediately shouted outside the yard, " Stop it. Is the eldest brother coming?"

Big brother? Qin Zhong didn't think that he had told Zhu Laoliu's name or called him brother. How did this big brother come from?

The man hurried out of the yard, pulled out a few little ruffians, and stood in front of Qin Zhong: "Sure enough, brother, you are here. What's the matter? He took out such a valuable weapon. Did these little ones annoy you?"

Qin Zhong carefully tasted the visitor. Judging from his voice and body shape, this person was the clay figurine pulled out of the ditch that day. He knew that this person was Zhu Laoliu, so he reluctantly smiled: "I'm sorry. This time I came to you for a friendly visit. I don't know if you can accept Brother Six?"

"Of course, accept it. You guys go ahead." Then he invited Qin Zhong and others to enter the room to talk in detail.

Qin Zhong looked at the people around him and seemed to have no intention of taking action, so he put away the ninja knife and followed the Korean army, Guo Dafu and Zhu Laoliu into the room in the middle.

This is really a luxury without entering the house and I don't know the luxury in the house. Zhu Laoliu's house is magnificently decorated, with a leather sofa of tens of thousands of yuan, and a Longjing with hundreds of yuan a pot on the coffee table for thousands of yuan. It seems that people here like a luxurious life, which also proves from one side that Zhu Laoliu is absolutely not poor. People, that is to say, what he brought from the ditch that day was not more valuable.

As soon as he sat down in the room, Zhu Laoliu sent away several of his younger brothers first, and Qin Zhong slapped his ninja knife on the table without saying anything: "I'm short of money today, so I sold this knife to you. How much do you think I can give me?"

Zhu Laoliu's treacherous face flashed with greed, but he still said solemnly, "This thing, at the beginning, I wanted to accept it mainly because of the face of you pulling me, but in terms of the quality of this thing alone, it is just something from the Edo period in Japan, which looks very humble. However, he comes from Japan and has a deep patriotic significance, so I'm willing to take him in, but at the price.

"You just offer a price. This thing is only my weapon. I'm going to travel far this time, so I have to pay a lot of money, so I have no choice but to transfer it to you."

"Hmm! You asked me to take a good look." Zhu Laoliu looked up and down with the knife in his hand for a long time, then gently tapped the knife body with his hand, and then threw the knife back to Qin Zhong: "Oh, I thought it was a good knife, and maybe I could find a better buyer in the future. Unfortunately, it's a pity that the smelting process of this knife is too rough, and I can only sell it for this number."

Qin Zhong looked at Zhu Laoliu's two outstretched fingers, and he frowned: "Do you think it's 20,000?"

"Wrong, it's 2,000. Except for this number, this knife can't be sold for one more."

"Your uncle!" Guo Dafumeng started from his seat and said, "Does your old boy know the goods?"

"Well, here, do you like to sell it or not? If you don't sell me, you have a lot of things to collect. Which thing in line outside is not valuable than yours. Take it away, we can't do the business." Zhu Laoliu, an old man, showed his profiteer's face.

Qin Zhong picked up the knife, looked back and forth and sneered, "I thought you were a scene person, but I think I recognized the wrong person. Uncle Han, let's go." He raised his body to leave, but something fell from his back.

Although Zhu Laoliu didn't mean to stop Qin Zhong, as soon as he saw what was pulled out of Qin Zhong's waist, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Wait!"

Qin Zhongli said, "Is there anything else? If you want this thing, I won't sell it without 50,000 yuan, so you have to increase it!"