Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Hong Kong Island, Sheung Wan, near Queen's Road, a quiet single-family villa with a luxuriously decorated living room.

"Earl, that evil woman, the one named Megan suddenly returned to Hong Kong Island and now lives in Baisha Bay. Do we want to change our plan?"

James' tone was solemn, and even the thick spectacle lenses could not block the anxiety in his eyes.

Previously, he was persuaded by Earl's sharp tongue and had secretly mobilized an armed force lurking in Taoyuan to Hong Kong Island. The weapons were also ready and ready to launch a fatal blow.

But now the situation has changed. A sneak attack on the Evil Gods and killing his woman are completely different. They cannot be compared with each other.

Since ancient times, the rule of the world has been that no harm will come to the wife and children. It sounds silly, but it actually makes sense.

The inner logic of this rule is to keep the bottom line between each other and not expand the scale at will. Otherwise, if you touch my family, I will have no choice but to destroy your whole family.

According to Du Weiguo's past behavior, if he really kills Zhao Yingnan, James is worried that he will rush to Washington and kill him at all costs.

Earl was lazily leaning on the sofa. When he heard James' question, he still looked carefree and replied loudly:
"Wouldn't it be better if his woman is back? It will irritate him even more. He is desperate. There is a saying in the East that there is no turning back when the bow is fired. It has reached this point. The arrow is on the string. James, do you still want to withdraw?"

James responded angrily:
"Fu*k! Earl, you bastard, that's putting it lightly. You Freemasons are hiding behind the scenes and watching the show, waiting to reap the benefits. Of course it doesn't matter."

Earl shrugged, spread his palms, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone:
"Hey, James, we are the closest partners. Can we trust each other more? I said, I can't watch a show. Do you really think that rocket launchers can destroy the evil gods?"

James subconsciously adjusted his eyelids, stared at him with sharp eyes, and his tone was cold:
"Earl, I don't believe you. I want to change some details of the previous plan."

Earl frowned: "What details?"

James' eyes were heavy:

"I provide weapons, equipment, ammunition, as well as evacuation routes and vehicles, but you find someone to carry out the specific action of attacking the Baishawan Villa."

Upon hearing this, Earl's eyes suddenly became sharp and his tone became violent:

"James, are you kidding me? Where can I find so many people in such a hurry?"

Seeing Earl's rebellion, James sneered, took off his glasses, took out his handkerchief and wiped them slowly, with a teasing tone:
"Earl, do you think I'm a fool? It's just a rocket launcher, or a concentrated fire attack. It can be done by one person, and you don't need a sharpshooter. With the strength of your Freemasonry, it can be done in minutes."

Earl's eyes were fierce: "So, James, do you want to watch the show now?"

James said jokingly:
"Ha! How is it possible? I provided the weapons. This matter simply cannot withstand investigation. Therefore, I will never stay out of it. How about it? Earl, is it a deal?"

Earl suddenly stood up, with a ferocious expression on his face and a vicious tone:
"James, do you know that now is the best time. Once you miss it, unpredictable changes will occur."

"Hehe~"

James sneered, put on his glasses again, and gave him a sidelong glance, with deep meaning:

"If you miss it, just wait for the next opportunity. Earl, you should still know that the current intentions of the CIA's top brass are somewhat ambiguous, and they even intend to shake hands with the evil god."

James slowly lit a cigarette, his tone became more and more joking, full of ridicule:
"Earl, now and then, Allen, who used to wear the same pants as your Freemasons and obeyed orders, was killed by the evil god. The direction of the wind has changed."

After blowing out the cigarette and looking at Earl, whose face became increasingly ugly, James felt a big heart in his heart:
"Deputy Director Walker, who is now in charge of the CIA, is a stubborn Texan and a true hawk. He doesn't love money and he doesn't do business.

He has been advocating healthy contact with evil spirits recently. You must be aware of this, so, Earl, there is really not much time left for you to think about it. "

Earl's face was livid, his eyes were sinister and fierce, and he wanted to reach out and pinch James to force him to submit.

Yokohama, Chinatown, Yamashita-cho, Naka-ku.

Yokohama is the second largest city in Japan and the largest port city with extremely developed commerce, which is equivalent to the Magic City in China.

And Chinatown is the most prosperous place in Yokohama. It has been established for more than a hundred years and has not been destroyed even in wars. Now it has caught up with Japan's economic boom, and it is even more prosperous.

At the main entrance of China Street, there is a giant archway 15 meters high. The street is more than 500 meters long and is home to thousands of Chinese. The streets are neat, with red walls, green tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, and are antique.

There are more than a hundred Chinese restaurants here, covering most of the Chinese cuisines, and there are more than a hundred shops selling everything, making it a unique food landscape street in Yokohama.

This is right at the meal time, so China Street is particularly lively, with hawkers, solicitors, and bargainers coming and going in a hurry, and the atmosphere is full of fireworks.

After having enough food and wine, Du Weiguo had nowhere to go, so he simply took his money and wandered around aimlessly.

After walking for about a hundred meters, we passed by a stationery store called Guxuan Pavilion. At this moment, a large group of people gathered at the door, pointing and talking.

Du Weiguo didn't take it seriously and didn't want to join in the fun.

However, when passing by the crowd, I suddenly felt something. I couldn't help but frown, stopped, stood at a distance, and watched coldly.

Generally speaking, "laying down" means performing arts in the open air, performing tricks, performing tricks, selling medicine, storytelling, selling treasures, chess games, and even street gambling stalls.

What Du Weiguo met today was the treasure selling bureau. What is treasure selling?You've probably heard of Yang Zhi selling knives, but when he encountered difficulties, he had to give up the treasure in his hands.

Of course, there are also less respectable examples. Those in Panjiayuan City, Sijiu City, squatting on the roadside selling antiques can be regarded as selling treasures. Of course, it can also be called fraud.

At this moment, the person surrounded by the crowd was a young man. This guy was shabby and disheveled. His specific age could not be determined. He was probably no more than 30 years old.

The young man was wearing old, baggy gray clothes, worn rubber shoes with holes on his feet, and spoke with a distinct Kyushu accent.

The young man sat on the ground with his hands and knees, his head lowered, occasionally raising it, and his eyes were full of timidity. At first glance, he looked like a countryman who was ignorant of the world.

Beside his feet, there were some crumpled old newspapers, and on them was a rusty, palm-sized golden Buddha.

At this moment, a plump Mediterranean man with a briefcase under his arm was squatting on the ground like a toad, looking at the golden Buddha carefully, his eyes full of greed.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, the young man stopped him in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, uncle, my grandfather said that this is an antique and cannot be touched."

Mediterranean was a little embarrassed and sneered, his tone full of disdain:
"Ha, young man, your Buddha statue is so rusty. I guess no one will want it even if you sell it for scrap metal. Why don't you treat it like a treasure and not let it be touched?"

The young man shook his head, his voice was weak, but his attitude was very stubborn:
"This is an antique. Grandpa said that this is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva worshiped by General Shimazu Takahisa. It is very precious and cannot be touched with hands."

"Hahaha~"

The Mediterranean laughs loudly:
"What nonsense, is it something that General Shimazu Takahisa worshiped? Boy, your grandfather must have lied to you. This is not Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva at all, but Fudo Myoyo."

The young man immediately blushed and his voice stuttered:
"I, I misremembered, you are right, it is indeed Fudo Myoō, the Fudo Myoō who was enshrined by General Shimazu Takahisa."

"Tch, country bumpkin, do you think so? Why don't you say this was worshiped by Lord Oda Nobunaga, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven?"

Mediterranean snorted arrogantly and scolded mercilessly.

At this moment, a well-dressed woman with gold-rimmed glasses suddenly came over and knelt down, took out a handkerchief from her bag, and said in a very friendly tone:

"Young man, can I pick up this Buddha statue through the handkerchief and have a look?"

The woman is about 30 years old and has an average appearance, but her figure is quite hot, especially her chest, which is very attractive.

The weather was hot, and the woman was wearing a thin white shirt, with the top two buttons unbuttoned, and squatting down to make her look even more billowy, with white flowers all over it, which was particularly eye-catching.

The young man had never seen the world, and he stared straight at her proud bulge. His breathing was rapid, his face turned red, and he was stunned.

The woman raised her head and saw him staring blankly at her chest. She quickly covered it up and was both angry and surprised:
"Young man, where are you looking? What's your name?"

The young man's head turned red with embarrassment, and he quickly lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice:

"Oh, oh, my name is Hirohira Ryoshi. I am 23 years old. I am from Gokase Town, Kumamoto Prefecture, Kyushu Island." Hirohira Ryoshi looked stupid. People only asked him his name, but he almost didn't even know the color of his pants. After announcing it, the crowd burst into laughter.

The woman also laughed, but she was not idle either. While laughing, she spread out her handkerchief, carefully placed it on her hand, and raised it to Guangping Liangzhi:
"Okay, Mr. Hiroshi Ryoshi, now, can I take a look at this statue of Fudo Myooh?"

Guangping Liangzhi quickly raised his head and glanced, and nodded honestly: "Okay, then you can take a look, but you have to be careful."

"Okay, I will definitely be careful."

The woman responded with a smile, and then held the golden Buddha in her hand through the handkerchief. As soon as she took it, she hummed:
"Why is it so heavy?"

Then, with some difficulty, she brought the golden Buddha to her eyes and looked at it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more solemn her face became, completely losing the joking tone just now.

Then, she turned the golden Buddha over tremblingly. The inscription was engraved on the base, but it was slightly blurred by the rust.

The woman's eyes were full of surprise at this moment, and her movements became cautious. She swallowed secretly, adjusted her glasses, and said softly in a very small voice:

"In the 33rd year of the Eishō period, Shimazu Takahisa is actually the real solid gold statue of Fudo Myoō enshrined by the Shimadzu family. How is this possible?"

Her voice was very small, but it happened to be heard by Mediterranean Sea beside her, and he also saw the inscription on the base.

His little eyes were glowing green, and he subconsciously rubbed his hands and smoothed the sparse hair on his head:

"Miss, can you lend me your handkerchief? I also want to take a closer look at this Buddha statue."

The woman's eyes were a little hesitant, and the man's eyes suddenly became a little fierce, and he urged again in a rough voice:
"let me see."

"Oh, okay, here, here you go."

The woman reluctantly handed the golden Buddha and the handkerchief to the Mediterranean Sea, her eyes flickered, she looked up at Guanghei Yoshichi, and her tone became particularly gentle:

"Mr. Guangping Liangzhi, may I ask, is this golden Buddha of yours for sale?"

Guangping Liangzhi nodded:

"Well, yes, grandpa is sick. He is very ill. He is hospitalized in Jishenghui Hospital. The doctor said he needs an operation, so I want to sell Buddha."

When Guangping Liangzhi said this, he may have been emotional, his eye circles were slightly red, but the woman did not care to empathize with him, she just said a perfunctory sentence, and asked slightly anxiously:
"It's really unfortunate. So, Mr. Guanghei Yoshichi, how much do you want to sell this statue of Fudo Myoyo?"

Guangping Liangzhi first stretched out five fingers, then bit his lip, and retracted four fingers, leaving only one. His eyes were evasive, and his tone was shrinking and hesitant:
"1 million yen."

Before the woman could say anything, the onlookers were in an uproar, and Mediterranean even exploded on the spot: "Nani, 100 million yen, boy, you are so poor and crazy."

At the moment, Citigroup is vigorously boosting the Japanese economy, and the Japanese yen is quite strong. 100 million yen is equivalent to 6600 US dollars.

At present, the salary of office workers in Japan is about 1 yen, and 100 million yen is definitely a huge sum of money.

Guangping Liangzhi blushed and argued:

"Grandpa said that this is a very rare treasure that can be passed down from generation to generation. If he hadn't been sick and needed surgery, I would never have sold it."

Mediterranean sneered, his eyes bulged, and he yelled:

"Is your grandfather the emperor? What does he say? You dare to ask for 100 million yen for such a tattered gilded Buddha statue. Are you robbing it?"

Mediterranean scolded him, but he held the golden Buddha in his hand tightly and did not let go for a moment. Guanghei Yoshizhi seemed to be a little afraid of him, and whispered back:

"Grandpa's surgery costs 50 yen. I, I want to sell it for more money. When grandpa is discharged from the hospital, I can take him to eat something good~"

Mediterranean's eyes were red, and he started to curse and spit:
"Asshole! If you want to take your grandpa to eat and drink well, then you have to earn it yourself, and you still want to get something for nothing. Bah, this pile of scrap metal is definitely not worth 100 million yen."

Guangping Liangzhi was so angry at the scolding that he almost put his head in his crotch. Mediterranean proudly raised the golden Buddha in his hand and snorted:
"You are lucky today to meet a kind-hearted person like me. Well, if I give you 50 yuan, it will be regarded as funding your grandfather's treatment."

Guangping Liangzhi was about to speak when a middle-aged man in a straight suit and a mustache also squeezed in.

His hands were quick and he snatched the golden Buddha from Mediterranean's hand. He looked at it carefully, his eyes showing greed:

"This thing is good. I am destined to do it. Boy, I will pay you 80."

As soon as he heard this, Mediterranean's face immediately darkened, he stood up with a sigh, and glared at his mustache:
"Asshole, who are you? Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served?"

The mustache sneered: "When it comes to buying and selling, the order doesn't matter. The one with the highest price gets it."

Mediterranean's eyes were sinister, and he said bitterly: "The one with the highest price will get it, okay, then I'll pay 90."

The mustache frowned, glanced at the golden Buddha in his hand, and bit his back teeth: "One million."

Mediterranean stared at him fiercely, his eyes almost burning: "One million, Mustache, are you really rich?"

The mustache gave the Mediterranean a sharp look: "Of course, I live very close and I can withdraw the money right away."

Immediately, he raised the golden Buddha in his hand towards Guangping Liangzhi: "Boy, I will pay 100 million for this golden Buddha, and I will go and get the money right away. How about it?"

Guangping Liangzhi finally stood up. He took the golden Buddha with both hands with some excitement and nodded hurriedly:
"Okay, okay, I, I sold it, I can wait for you."

The mustache nodded, his tone arrogant:

"My house is very close. I can be back in 10 minutes at most. You don't want to leave, and you can't sell it to anyone else. Do you understand?"

Guangping Liangzhi trembled with excitement: "Okay, okay, sir, I will wait for you here."

The mustachioed man rolled his eyes at the Mediterranean Sea proudly and snorted before squeezing out of the crowd and leaving. He walked in a hurry and trotted all the way.

Mediterranean Station had a face full of reluctance, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. At this time, the plump woman suddenly came to his ear and said in a low voice:
"Sir, you should have noticed that this is a genuine antique from the Shimadzu family, and it is made of pure gold. Its value is far more than 100 million."

The woman spoke against his ear, softly, and Mediterranean instantly felt that half of his body was numb, localized fever, and his voice trembled:

"You, what do you mean?"

The woman's eyes flickered:

"Sir, I want to sell this Buddha statue, but I don't have enough money. How about we buy it together and split the money equally?"

Mediterranean glanced at her hesitantly: "You, are you so sure this is authentic?"

The woman took out a brown-covered document from her handbag, with only one corner exposed, and lowered her voice:
"Sir, I am an appraiser from the Yokohama Museum. I am 100% sure that this golden Buddha is authentic and worth at least this price. Moreover, just over 2 kilograms of gold is worth more than 100 million yen. It is a sure profit."

When the woman was talking, she made a vague 6 sign with her fingers. Mediterranean's eyes instantly turned red. She was so attracted by the gesture that she even forgot to check her work ID.

Damn it, 600 million, net profit is 500 million, I’ve made a lot of money.

His voice trembled: "How much money do you have?"

There was a regretful expression on the woman's face, and she quickly made a 3 with her finger, her tone full of helplessness:

"Oh, I only brought 30 yen when I went out today, but I am a trustworthy person, so I only share 3% of the profit.

Sir, if you can make a profit of 350 million yen in a transaction, don't hesitate. As soon as that damn mustache comes back, it will be over. "

Upon hearing this, Mediterranean's mind instantly went blank and he lost his mind. (End of chapter)