World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 2 Scam
When she woke up the next day, Sister Jiu'er had already left.

And I - lying alone on the cold ground.

His clothes were still on, his body reeked of alcohol, and he had a splitting headache.

The food and drink in the house was a mess.

I smiled wryly.

Sister Jiuer once told me that when a man falls down, he either dies or gets back up and stands tall.

How could she help me, and how could she undress me?

What a broken dream this is!
The rental house has been withdrawn.

She left me nothing, except the clothes I was wearing, the photos of my parents when they died, and the fake Yuan Datou.

Money, women, and power are all out there, and you can earn them by yourself.

Revenge, just waiting there, and avenging it by myself.

This is what Sister Jiu'er said.

I don't know when I'll see her, but I'm sure we'll meet again.

As a matter of urgency, I must first have a full meal.

After washing my face and putting on some clothes, I walked quickly towards Jinling "gambling market" after going out.

Jinling is the last stop where Sister Jiuer took me. It is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and has a profound cultural heritage.

Around 2000, the economy was booming and antiques flourished.

There are three large-scale cultural and entertainment markets near the Confucius Temple, which are called "shop market", "stall market" and "gambling market" by industry insiders.

The store market is mainly antique shops and auction houses. Jewelry and emeralds, calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, copper pots and celadon are half and half of real and fake, and the prices are expensive.

The stall market is a second-hand goods market for tanners, with a mixture of good and bad things and fakes everywhere. Of course, it is also a good place to wander around and pick up leaks, which is equivalent to Panjiayuan in Kyoto and Shenyang Road in Jinmen.

The gambling market is a gambling market that uses Wenwan as the medium. Gambling is illegal, but gambling on Wenwan is seldom controlled, and there is a touch of elegance. Therefore, the gambling market is very lively. The most common ones are stone gambling, wood gambling, Gambling strings.

I am penniless and empty-handed, so I have to choose the gambling market.

The first one I targeted for surgery was a Thousand-Eyed Bodhi gambling stall surrounded by many people.

With just one glance, I realized it was a complete bodhi scam.

However, to my surprise, the person who set up the scam turned out to be a beautiful woman in her 20s.

I didn't know it then.

The woman in front of me not only made me my first pot of gold.

It was also the guide who led me into the turbulent and weird world of antiques.

And became the first woman panting under me.

The woman has exquisite makeup, fashionable clothes, high-end quality, big eyes like water, fair skin like snow, and a good figure, especially her breasts, which are very upright.

There was a slight smile on her lips, and her voice was very sweet: "Bosses, open Bodhi! The white one is 50 yuan, the green one is free, and the red one is 500 yuan for the girl to buy back."

Bodhi is a subtropical small oval fruit with a polished shell and hard flesh covered with spots, shaped like small eyes, and can be made into a beautiful hanging ornament.

But the causal flesh is divided into three colors: white, green, and red. White is mostly, green is rare, and red is rare. The process of polishing and opening the shell is like opening a blind box, which has become a form of gambling.

Around 2000, everyone’s salary was only 2000 yuan, and 50 yuan a bodhi seed was very expensive.

But gambling is all about excitement, and many people around have paid for it.

The woman's brows and eyes were bright, and her face was joyful. While collecting the money, she ordered the two polishing masters beside her to polish it quickly.

"White again!"

"Forget it, make a knot for me, and I'll give it to my husband."

"I paid 500 yuan, all white. Boss, you don't only have ginkgo, do you?"

The woman rolled her eyes when she heard the words, and replied with a smile: "Brother, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. If you can't open it, it doesn't mean others can't open it."

"Fuck! Red!"

A big man next to him held a newly polished red bodhi seed in his hand and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, the woman frowned slightly, looking a little helpless. She ordered 500 yuan for the big man, and turned to the person who asked the question and said, "Did you see? The color you choose depends on luck, but I can say We'll do it!" The big man who got the red fruit was overjoyed, took out two hundred, bought four more, and let them go.

It's a pity that the four blooms were all white, and the big man shook his head regretfully and left.

Seeing this, the people around were very envious, and bet their luck one after another, paying for Bodhi.

A woman suddenly screamed, "I opened two reds!"

The female stall owner really did what she said, and gave the woman 1000 yuan to buy back.

After the woman got the money, she was very excited: "I won't drive, I just went to buy a bag!"

Afterwards, she left with great excitement.

At the scene, I guess only I knew that the big man and the woman were all entrusted by this girl.

Every time the polishing master is picking up fruit and polishing, he will habitually throw a bodhi in his hand. Once someone wants to polish, he throws the bodhi in his hand on the stall and starts working.

And the bodhi that was thrown away was picked up by a big man and a woman five or six minutes later, and finally opened red.

The technique is simple and brutal!
Such a scam.

If it is now, it will be a bad street, and no one will believe it.

But around 2000, it was a unique existence.

After all, the information at that time was far less developed than it is now, and the anti-fraud propaganda was relatively weak.

And I, through the tiny marks on the bodhi watch case, have already discovered that there are hundreds of bodhi seeds on the stall, except for the three they have opened, there are only four red ones left.

"polishing!"

I pretended to be scratching for a while, and quickly threw three bodhis to the polisher.

The polishing master was going to put the bodhi on the machine, but he accidentally glanced at it, and suddenly looked very surprised, and turned his head to look at the beautiful stall owner in a daze.

The beautiful stall owner also looked a little surprised, her pretty face changed slightly, and she sized me up several times with her obsidian eyes.

Afterwards, she turned to the polisher and said, "Open!"

Under the grinding of the machine, the three bodhisattvas spread out like a celestial maiden flower, agile and elegant.

Three all red!

The fryer is on the spot!
Everyone cast envious glances at me.

One thousand and five were successfully obtained.

I already have money for food these days.

It's just a small test.

Sister Jiu'er once said that everything should not be done absolutely.

I'm going to call it quits.

After getting the money, he was about to get up and leave when the beautiful stall owner said, "Handsome guy, you're so lucky, open a few more pills, it won't burn your palms!"

My heart trembled slightly.

I thought it was just an ordinary scam booth, but what she said was the spring code of the antique world, called Tankou.

The so-called probing is to test whether you are a discerning person who came to make trouble.

When I first entered the rivers and lakes, I didn't want to cause trouble.

Pretending not to understand, turned and left.

But my hearing is really good.

After more than ten steps away, I heard the polisher muttering in a low voice: "Miss, don't think too much, he is just a stupid dog who has eaten fresh shit!"

This sentence refers to people who don't understand anything and are out of luck.

If it were someone else, I would be sullen at most, but my mind flooded with extremely painful memories of my childhood.

That's what Brother Cong said when he stuffed feces and urine into my wound that day.

I turned back, faced the polisher with the scar on his forehead, and asked coldly, "What did you just say?"

(End of this chapter)