Siheyuan: Kill Han Qingkui, Tian Zao is entangled with me

Chapter 73: Selling Only Gold and US Dollars
"Brother Zheng, we all know that you police officers don't have money. It doesn't matter if you have money or not. As long as you can be a police officer, you will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Okay, who did you learn this from? Brother Zheng, please help me. Of course, safety comes first. If you find something wrong, you must ensure your own safety immediately. You must promise me, otherwise I won't dare to ask you to do anything for me in the future."

Dayong and others nodded quickly in agreement.

"Brother Zheng, I heard that you even persuaded the bastard from Tianqiao this time? He is also going to come to the commendation meeting!"

"Really? Then I have to find some time to congratulate him. Okay, go ahead!"

I drove all the way out of the Municipal Bureau and turned out of the Zhengyangmen City Gate Tower. I saw a familiar figure, but I was busy and did not get out of the car to disturb him.

Follow the inner city moat and then turn into South Xinhua Street along the river bank. This area is commonly known as Liulichang.

Going forward and passing Anpingli, you will reach Liulichang West Street.

(Liulichang)

There are many large bookstores here, selling all kinds of things.

Zhang Daban’s Tan Gu Zhai is right there, and not far away is Rong Bao Zhai. Most of the letters and stationery paper come from here.

(Rong Bao Zhai, Zhang Daban’s Tan Gu Zhai is its predecessor)
"We are filled with distinguished guests. Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Are you Zhang Daban, who specializes in Shi Tao's paintings? Chairman Wei Qiang of the Sijiu City Chamber of Commerce said that he bought a fake Shi Tao painting from you before. How do you explain it?"

"Oh, sir, it's normal to be fooled by antiques and calligraphy. Wei Qiang is good at making money, and he is just a dilettante when it comes to antiques and calligraphy. If I don't make money from him, whose money will I make? I am also getting rid of harm to the people in advance, right?"

"From what you said, there is something wrong with President Wei?"

"Whether there is a problem or not, don't you know? Right now, the grain prices in the Zhengyangmen area are getting more and more outrageous, and I don't see you guys paying attention to that."

It can be seen that Zhang Daban has complaints about the Sijiu City Chamber of Commerce.

Otherwise I wouldn't speak so bluntly.

[The security target has been recorded, Zhang Daban, the owner of Tan Gu Zhai in Liulichang, nicknamed Zhang Dakuazi, is a master of counterfeiting, and can make fakes look real, specializing in Shi Tao]

So counterfeiters are still safe targets?
"In addition to selling calligraphy and paintings, do you collect and appraise antiques?"

"Yes, but not everything. Please don't ask for fake things. Oh, my Lord, you are here?"

I saw a man in coarse cloth and a straw hat standing outside Tan Gu Zhai with a few books under his arm, looking a little at a loss.

This guy looks familiar!

Even Zhang Daban has to politely call him Marquis. Could he be a Beizi or Beile from some prince's mansion?

"I told you that something bad would happen sooner or later, right?"

"Pfft, sir, you are here to ask a few questions and then leave. Let me see the calligraphy you brought! Are you going to plead guilty or not?"

"Your business at Tan Gu Zhai is a bit complicated! Are you also doing pawn business?"

[The security target has been recorded. The ragged Marquis of Zhengyang Gate is more obsessed with antiques and calligraphy than himself. He has spent all his property and can only make ends meet.]

He is the Broken Marquis!
It turned out to be this Marquis!

My goodness, if anyone’s surname is Wang, he would be a prince!

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go back and ask the victim, then come back to confront you."

Zheng Chaoyang drove out of Liulichang and turned directly into Anpingli. Then he changed his clothes and wore a straw hat similar to the one worn by Polanhou. He also had a sour and smelly towel draped over his shoulders. He looked like a laborer.

He was carrying a large bag on his back, and every time he took a step, a "ding-dang-dang" sound could be heard from inside.

If there weren't high walls on both sides and not many people walking around here, people would really be scared by his behavior.

He walked quickly and entered Tan Gu Zhai in a few steps. Paola Hou was obviously frightened by Zheng Chaoyang's outfit and moved to the side repeatedly.

The main reason is that Duan Feipeng’s face looks too fierce.

He doesn't seem like an easy person to get along with.

Besides, the wound on the index finger of the right hand was a fresh one, which could be easily discovered by those who collect antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

"Hey, hey, hey, you, can't you see we are talking about business? Get out!"

"I asked you if you accept antiques here?"

The voice was low, and an unquestionable look swept over the two people in the room.

"What is that? Take it out and let me see. How can I know whether to accept it or not if I don't see the real thing?"

Zhang Daban was very annoyed. What happened today?
Just as a policeman left, a ferocious coolie came right after. Could it be that this year is the year of bad luck?

Zhang Daban had cheated and deceived many people, so he would never think that those successful people were looking for revenge.

If you are fooled in Liulichang, you are paying for your lesson. If you are fooled at home, it means you have a problem with your upbringing.

If you have the guts, you can make Zhang Daban admit defeat.

Zheng Chaoyang put the bag on his back on the ground and placed them on the table one by one without taking any protective measures.

In Zhang Daban's opinion, this was a rookie who had asked to be cheated, but in Polan Hou's opinion, could this guy be a tomb robber?
This is both Tang Sancai and a doll, mostly used for burial purposes.

"Can I have a look?"

"random."

random?

That means it's more likely to be a fake.

Where did this bumpkin come from?

Marquis Polan took the Tang Sancai horse in his hand and immediately waved his palm towards his nostrils, probably wanting to smell the stench of corpse?
Funerary objects like this are usually placed together with the corpse. If they have just been taken out of the tomb, it is normal for them to be stained with the stench of corpse.

Zhang Daban was still looking over the calligraphy books with a magnifying glass, his attention not paid to the fakes at all.

"Are you going to sell it or.?"

"Of course I sell it for money, but I only want gold and US dollars. I don't accept Singapore dollars or legal tender."

"Tsk, you are so arrogant! You don't even want the money from the People's Bank? Do you have anywhere to spend your US dollars and gold?"

Zheng Chaoyang stretched out his right hand with the broken fingers, raised his head and grinned contemptuously, "Whether I can spend it or not is none of your business. If you don't accept it, I'll go to other stores."

Only then did Zhang Daban see clearly the wound on the severed finger, which was still oozing blood. The man in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but not much.

"My Lord, how about you leave these calligraphy books with me first? Then you can come back and get a quote later?"

"Zhang Dakuizi, what kind of person are you? Everyone on this street knows you. You can have money just for the night? If you don't have money, I'll go to the next store and ask. If I'm not in urgent need of money, I won't be willing to take it out to exchange."

"Can such a crappy book be worth money?"

Zheng Chaoyang deliberately provoked Hou Polan.

"Hey, what are you talking about? These are ancient books from the Qing Dynasty. How can they be worthless? Although they are not worth much, don't look down on these books. Do you have any?"

(End of this chapter)