Ninety Thousand Miles Across the Weird World

Chapter 244 Gloomy Wooden Coffin
"Get rich, get rich."

There is only one thought in my mind, my heart beats faster, my mouth is dry, such a big coffin, the whole thing is made of golden silk nan gloomy wood, and it is the most expensive green material among them.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is worth Liancheng.

"Hey, what a beautiful coffin. It hasn't molded after soaking in water for so long. The paint is really good. It's rare to see such a good job nowadays."

The person who spoke was Zhang Shaoyan, a university graduate with an urban household registration. For some reason, he also worked in this industry. Compared with us rough guys, he looked much more refined.

He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, has fair and clean skin, and is neatly dressed, with tissues in his pockets all the time.

I hurriedly said: "Yanzi, this is not lacquer, but the original pattern of wood. Do you know what kind of wood this is?"

"What wood?"

"This is golden nanmu, gloomy wood. The most expensive green material inside is priceless. If we get ignorant, millions of soft sister coins will be properly credited." After finally calming down, I said hoarsely.

"What a liar!"

Zhang Shaoyan gave me a blank look: "These days, who is so crazy to use millions of wood to make a coffin?"

"Cremation is popular now, and burial is illegal. In some remote areas, burial is still used."

"Young man, you are wrong. This is obviously a water burial. Okay, everyone, stop arguing. Call it a day and go home. Unlucky, I found a prop coffin, which is probably a prop lost by the Tang Dynasty Film and Television City."

The person who spoke was Guo Hongwei, a 60-year-old man, thin and small, with a shrewd face.

He turned around, looked at me with a smile, and patted me on the shoulder: "Wang Zhenxie, you are still too young and have little life experience. No matter how good the wood is, it only needs to be soaked in water and buried in the soil. It will be broken within a month, how can it have such a luster!"

Several other people obviously believed what Guo Hongwei and Zhang Shaoyan said. One ate more salt than I ate rice;

"That's right, it looks like a prop, but it's very delicately made. It's a pity to lose it. I took it back and sold it as scrap."

"You think about money so much, even if it is a prop, this image is too unlucky, bad luck, walk around, don't waste time."

"What are you afraid of props? Selling them as scraps is worth money. Drag them away." The man laughed.

A daring fisherman drove the boat closer, held the coffin with his nose and sniffed it: "It smells strange, what kind of fragrance, it doesn't disperse after soaking for a long time, are all the props so good now? "

"I, I still believe Brother Zhen. This coffin is made of special wood. It's not like ordinary things. Let's not move around."

"I'm afraid of broken props, so pull them away."

There was only one person in the audience who supported me. Everyone called him Datou, but no one mentioned his real name.

I am not convinced, but also want to explain.

But seeing that they were going to take the coffin away, I stopped talking. Since they all thought it was a prop and were going to sell it as scrap, hehe, I bought it for a few hundred yuan, and I, Wang Zhenxie, didn't have all the money. ?

I was stupid just now, Baba told them it was gloomy wood.

Soon, the coffin was pulled to the open space next to our office. Yes, it is an office. Funny, we also have an office in this business.

It is said to be an office, but it is actually a farmyard on the wasteland next to Haizi Lake.

Anyway, they were not in a hurry to sell it, so everyone just left it alone. Today, they went to work for nothing, and apart from this prop coffin, they didn’t make much money.

They are all a little depressed.

Zhang Shaoyan suggested that everyone join together and sell ten catties of mutton to cook in hot pot, and everyone agreed.

Taking advantage of the free time, I quietly pulled the big head aside: "Big head, this is 500 yuan, you go out and find someone to buy the coffin."

"five hundred?"

Datou waved his hand: "It's too much. If you really want it, 100 is enough. Also, Brother Zhen, if you really want it, just say it. Why do you need someone to pretend to be a buyer?"

I stared into his eyes: "Do you believe me?"

"Believe."

"Look at this." I called up the picture on my phone, and on it was an auction information about gloomy wood, and an introduction.

"What, 55? Just cut through the wood?"

I nodded: "Nowadays people are stupid and have a lot of money, and there are also many people who like to play with wood. The prices of all kinds of precious wood are not bad."

I said earnestly: "Go find someone to pretend to be the buyer, drag the things to the front of the grove and hide them. I will hold them steady. After the matter is done, the money will be divided in half. Said it was from the crew."

The big head blushed with excitement.

"Okay, I'll find someone right now."

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head away

I sneered, took out a pack of tetramine from my arms, and said to myself: "Big head, I'm sorry, you are a good person, but people die for money, and birds die for food. When I get rich, I will definitely burn more for you." Paper money and ingots."

A gust of cold wind blew, and I woke up suddenly, and immediately realized that something was wrong: "No, although I, Wang Zhenxie, am greedy for money, I am definitely not a madman. Me, how could I have such thoughts?"

"Could it be?" I was sweating profusely, and my brain began to be in a trance: "No, no, it's very wrong."

Our royal family has been collecting corpses for generations, and they are leaders in the industry. My grandfather has passed on all his life's knowledge to me. My knowledge is not comparable to theirs.

I realized right away that I had stumbled.

When I made a quick decision, I bit the tip of my tongue, and my mind cleared up a lot. Then, while I was awake, I took out the sandalwood in my arms and lit it.

The faint sandalwood dispelled the aroma on the coffin, and I finally fully woke up. In an instant, my back was completely wet, my whole body was shivering from the cold, and I almost fell to the ground.

In the line of sight, the color of the gloomy wooden coffin also changed, not yellowish green, but bloody.

The coffin was not perfectly fitted, there was a thin gap, a pale hand stretched out, pale, cold, wet, swollen and wrinkled.

At that time, I was almost scared to death. I wanted to run, but my knees were weak and I couldn't run at all.

There happened to be a deep ditch next to it, covered with weeds, I tried my best to climb in, holding sandalwood in my hand, trembling.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The time spent looking at the phone was only 10 minutes, but it seemed as long as a century. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in my ears.

"Brother Zhen, I'm back."

Before I saw anyone, I heard Datou's voice. I don't know why, he suddenly turned out from the nearby woods.

I felt strange in my heart and dared not speak.

The big head came over and called my name eagerly, one after another, with a simple and honest expression on his face, I refused to agree.

"It seems that Brother Zhen has left."

The big head suddenly restrained his expression, and his face was no longer as simple and honest as before. He pulled the corners of his mouth, sneered again and again, and stretched out his hand from his back.

I saw that he was holding a sharp stone tightly in his hand.

(End of this chapter)