World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 36
Tomb robbers are also called Tufuzi.

Because of drilling underground tombs all the year round, the earthy smell on his body naturally carries a corpse smell.

Although Tu Fuzi is not a professional treasure appraiser, they dig graves every day, and they are very clear about the value of simple antiques like Yuan Datou.

Steal the dead.

Are you ready to steal someone now?

I pretended not to know and buried myself in eating.

After the thin monkey took the duck liver from the counter, he walked towards us and said, "Let's go, let's go."

when passing me.

The thin monkey suddenly tilted his foot and pretended to bump into the person next to him.

"啪啦" sounded.

A piece of duck liver fell to the ground.

He said "Ouch", and leaned towards me.

Riding on chaos.

The thin monkey's fingers, which were like bamboo chopsticks, quickly clamped towards my shirt pocket.

I am not in a hurry.

He was going to grab the fake Yuan Datou out of his pocket when he grabbed his hand, and he would get all the filth by himself.

of course.

The timing must be accurate and the action must be quick.

I also want to test my eyesight and adaptability.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

The thin monkey's hand was suddenly blocked by someone.

Looking up, it turned out to be Mr. Cui.

Mr. Cui's eyes were extremely sharp, and his speed was very fast. With a sudden flip of the other hand, he covered the bowl of duck blood vermicelli on the table, including soup and vermicelli, on the thin monkey's head.

The thin monkey let out a scream from being burned, and his head was covered with fans.

But the thin monkey is not a vegetarian either. In order to force Mr. Cui to let go, he quickly stretched out two fingers as long as bamboo chopsticks, and slammed Mr. Cui's neck.

Seeing this, Mr. Cui turned his hands to block, and kicked with a frown.

"Whoops!"

After the screams.

The thin monkey was kicked out abruptly.

His body slid several meters by the duck blood vermicelli soup oil on the floor.

I'm a little dazed.

prior to.

I once judged that Mr. Cui was born as a veteran and could work beside Mr. Su, so I guessed that he should have extraordinary skills.

But these few times, the truth is beyond my expectation.

I don't know if I am his opponent.

But Fatty Xiao would definitely not be his opponent.

Mr. Cui's expression was stern: "You don't even look to see if there is a door god standing at the door when you steal something!"

Although the thin monkey was kicked, he reacted very quickly and said, "Are you crazy? Which dog saw me stealing something?!"

"What did you put your hand into my friend's pocket just now?!" Mr. Cui asked sharply.

When the thin monkey heard this, he became angry instead: "Catch the adulterer and make a pair, catch the thief and catch the dirty! You are a big idiot who spitting blood and hitting me, I will never finish with you today!"

After that, the thin monkey didn't even get up from the ground, but crawled over quickly.

that posture.

Like a big rat jumping wildly.

It reminds me of the scene where the cook burrows into the ground while eating the yin mat.

The thin monkey grabbed Mr. Cui's trousers and shouted loudly: "Come here, please call the police for me... This crazy person beats someone up, and he doesn't have 5000 yuan, don't even think about running away today..."

This time.

The duck blood vermicelli shop is bustling.

The diners didn't know what happened just now, they only saw that Mr. Cui suddenly beat the thin monkey.

The thin monkey was crying bitterly, with a duck blood fan on his head, a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his acting skills are superb, it seems that he can really win people's sympathy.

It’s not too big to watch the bustle.

Everyone was chattering.

In general, if it was really stolen, call the police after a body search. If it wasn't stolen, you should be compensated for the beating.

The boss also hurried out from the back kitchen and asked, "Is there any evidence?"

Mr. Cui shot a little faster just now, he probably didn't expect Shouhou to be so shameless, instead he beat him up and his face became extremely ugly.

However, I saw a frightening coldness in Mr. Cui's eyes.

Evidence certainly not.

Things are out of hand.

I squatted next to the thin monkey, and asked, "Brother, you are both scraping walls and loosening soil, do you really want to go to the blacksmith shop?"

This is the Spring Festival of Jianghu.

A pickpocket refers to a thief who specializes in picking up walls and stealing things.Loose soil refers to tomb robbers, because after digging a grave, the soil in the tomb is dug out. To prevent future troubles, the tomb robbers will transport the soil away and scatter it in various places.The blacksmith shop refers to the public gate. In the old days, the shackles, knives, and tiger-head guillotines were all made of iron.I ordered the true identity of Skinny Monkey Tufuzi.

He said that if he really called the police, it would not be as simple as stealing something today.

He certainly dare not go.

People whose ass is covered with shit don't dare to take off their pants for others to see.

really.

The thin monkey was taken aback when he heard the words, he immediately stopped pestering and asked, "Where is the pest?"

The eight barrens in the world refer to the eight gates of the rivers and lakes, gold, leather, hanging, color, flat, tuan, tune, and willow.

Chumenzi is asking where to get rich.

I clung to his ear and said sharply: "Dug out the Juehu pestle, you dare to ask again?!"

Dig Juehu pestle means that no matter what you are engaged in, Lao Tzu dares to make you go out of business.

Those who dare to say this generally have two identities, public servants and gangsters.

But it is impossible for Gongmen people to say such things. I mean, buddies are playing tricks, and you will die if you talk too much.

Sister Jiu'er not only took me down to the tomb, but also played tricks on Bamen.

I can recite those slang words in Jianghu better than anyone else.

The thin monkey's expression changed abruptly when he heard the words, and he quickly got up from the ground, slapped his buttocks: "Forget that I was blinded today, see you guys later!"

I thought that after this "See you", I would never see him again.

It turns out.

The thin monkey has a deep relationship with me.

After the thin monkey left, Mr. Cui's expression was still so stern, and he said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I wanted to protect you, but I asked you to rescue me instead."

I give up.

For this Mr. Cui, I always have a feeling that I can't see through it.

After paying the bill.

Let's get in the car and keep going.

More than an hour later, the car arrived at a farm in the suburbs.

The security guard looked at the license plate and asked Mr. Cui where the guest came from.

Mr. Cui did not speak, took out a VIP card and showed it to him.

Security immediately released.

The farm is full of flowers, plants and fruit trees.

The car drove inside and came to a three-story courtyard with a very unique decoration, and parked in the garage in front of the door.

The garage is not big enough to park about twenty cars.

It was full of luxury cars inside.

After getting off the car, Mr. Cui still showed his card to the security guard at the gate of the courtyard.

Since then.

He took me to the basement.

After passing through several doors, I came to Nuo Da's basement.

There were dozens of people inside, both men and women, and it was a mess.

There is an escape table on the right hand side.

I glanced over.

There are several major categories such as Mahjong, poker, dice, and betting.

There are also various ways to play, such as pushing pot, playing seven, climbing mountains, fighting landlords...

Mr. Cui whispered a few words to a bodyguard nearby.

The basement was rather noisy, but I still heard what he said: "Notify Sister Ping, Mr. Xu is here."

woman?

Preconceived.

Before, I thought that Mr. Xu would introduce the gong player to me as a man.

This is unexpected.

After a few minutes.

A graceful woman came over.

She was wearing a very slim black leather jacket, with two lumps on her chest that were about to pop out, a lady's cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth, followed by a tall and thick man carrying her bag.

After coming to us, she asked Mr. Cui, "Where is Mr. Xu?"

Mr. Cui replied: "Go to Kyoto."

Sister Ping asked again: "Where is the person he pushed?"

Mr. Cui pointed at me.

Sister Ping turned her head, looked at me a few times, shook the cigarette butt from her mouth, and frowned suddenly: "Fuck! Mr. Cui, what does Mr. Xu mean by this? The people above invited him to appraise a treasure, and he It's fine if you don't come. If you want to push someone, he should come in person anyway. I, Ma Ping, respect him, but you can't push everything to me! Is this a fucking student he just accepted?!"

Sister Ping uttered these dirty words.

The eldest sister is full of demeanor.

Mr. Cui's expression was still calm, and he replied: "Old Xu's original words, this person is better than the son of heaven."

(End of this chapter)