The stall was exposed to 60 million

Hearing this news, Zhang Jingchun's eyes suddenly brightened.

But soon calmed down.

"Don't worry, you add to my WeChat, first send a video to see, if it is really that painting, it will not be too late to see you."

"Yes, what's the phone number?"

"188..."

After this kid wrote it down, after a few minutes, WeChat applied for a friend and saw this name: Ghost Hand A San's name, and the signature underneath said: Begging for wealth and danger, go to him.

I can feel that this kid should be an antique dealer.

I agreed to add it, but set chat only.

After agreeing, the kid quickly made a smirk.

Then came a voice.

"Let me go, Master Zhang, what do you mean, I won't let you see it in Moments, do you still have the most basic trust?"

Zhang Jingchun also replied: "Never post to Moments and receive videos."

However, in the video call, the other party refused to chat, and another voice came.

"Master Zhang, I'm afraid too, so let me take a few pictures of you right away. Take a good look. If you think it works, let's meet. If it doesn't work, I will be in the ghost market at 2 o'clock in the morning tonight. I sold this painting home and hugged my wife, just like that..."

Zhang Jingchun wanted to open his circle of friends at this time, and he was able to see it just now, but when he opened it again, he found that the boy's circle of friends could not be opened anymore, and it seemed that he was also blocked.

But these are not important. After a while, five photos were sent.

Including the box on the outer packaging, the full picture of the whole picture, and three pictures of the sections. From the quality of this picture, you can see that this guy is really a veteran. He took great photos, and they are all places you want to see. .

Especially the words "Master and Servant Together Le Tu" can be said to be almost exactly the same as the painting in his room.

At this time, he really regretted that he hadn't photographed it as a souvenir. He thought it was his own painting, but who ever thought that this painting would be the result.

"Okay, see you, or you come to my Zizhu Pavilion, if I want it, I can transfer it to you right away."

"You can pull it down, what if you are a slip, if you want to trade, go back to the ghost market, where someone is guarding, and we have paid them money, it will be much safer, well, if you want Yes, get the money ready. Let's trade in the ghost market. Remember at three o'clock in the morning, the code is: Heavenly King..."

When Zhang Jingchun heard this, his face was speechless.

"stop……"

"what happened?"

Zhang Jingchun said irritably, "Even children know that stuff, is it still called a secret sign? Listen to me, Wang Pangqingtou Jianwuyi..."

The other party's ghost hand, A Sanyi, was immediately confused.

"Ah, what does Wang Pangqingtou Jianwuyi mean?"

"It's illiterate, it's terrible. If you don't understand, ask Du Niang and write down the following sentence: Twelve and ten inches of rain, have you remembered it?"

The other party mumbled forward looking stupidly: "What is Tu12 doing... rain!"

"Ten inches of rain, I'll read it to you again, you can record it first, I said: Wang Pangqingtou Jian 51, you say: Tu twelve dry ten inches of rain!"

"Oh, ten inches of rain on the soil twelve, well, so do it."

The two said a few more words and hung up.

Zhang Jingchun, who had been sluggish at this time, seemed to have been beaten up with blood.

Now I am waiting to meet in the ghost market after the early hours of the morning.

At this moment, he thought of Su Wan'er in the dreamland, his heart was boiling. Only then did he understand what it means to be lingering.

Looking at the time, it was only after nine o'clock in the evening, and it was still early.

Only then did I feel the gurgling in my stomach, and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten properly for many days.

Seeing Jiang Taigong who had just opened a business next to him, he walked in, ordered a signature fish, and ate a few side dishes. Zhang Jingchun was in a good mood at this time, and it tasted particularly delicious.

After eating, it was already ten o'clock, and he actually ate three people's portion and hiccuped before he walked out.

Then he drove to the ghost market and waited there early.

After the early morning, under the dim light, many people sneaked up from all directions.

After all, they were doing shameful things, so they all seemed very careful.

At the four entrances and exits of Gujie City, a few tattooed men walked back and forth without entering.

These are the thugs who are responsible for the safety of the ghost market, and they are also their guardians. Without the relationship of their boss, these people can't do business at all, so when they enter, they must pay some security fees and the transaction is successful. They have to pay them some intermediate fees, but they are all paid by the seller, and the buyer can leave with the things.

Zhang Jingchun's car was parked opposite the entrance of No. 1 Gucheng Street, watching the ghost market gather more and more people, and he realized that in the middle of the night, there are still so many people doing this kind of activity.

But this is not something he cares about. If some departments wanted to manage it, they would have done it a long time ago, and it would not have allowed this so-called ghost market to spread for so long, especially in the antique industry.

At this time, the phone rang, and Zhang Jingchun looked at it, and it was indeed that of the ghost hand San.

"Master Zhang, if you guessed correctly, you should have come early? Come on, let’s meet up, let’s go in together and pay less, or else, if you don’t see these big tattoo guys going back and forth, you have to let you Also pay."

"Okay, then you wait for me at the Jingdezhen porcelain door on the side of the road, and I'll go over immediately."

"Row."

Zhang Jingchun waited for a while, but still didn't see the ghost hand A San, thinking that this guy was really careful, so he waited for him.

After a while, I felt that a hand behind him patted him lightly. This shocked Zhang Jingchun. After turning his head, he found that a thin and dry guy was wearing a mask and sunglasses.

"Wang Pangqingtou Jian 51..."

"The tutor has done ten inches of rain!"

The kid chuckled, "Master Zhang, you made me recite this sentence for hours."

"Cut less, where's the stuff?"

"How can I go here, it's safe inside, go."

Zhang Jingchun didn't bother to care about him, he wanted to see what this ghost market was like.

They walked in together, and just as they were about to go in, they saw two tattooed men approaching.

Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and handed over a collection code.

"Hey, the two big brothers worked hard."

The ghost hand Asan smiled happily, with a low expression on his face.

After speaking, he quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned it, losing the money and went in.

Then he pulled Zhang Jingchun: "Go."

But before the two of them entered, one of the big guys stopped them.

"and many more……"

"Ah, brother, what else is there?"

Guishou Asan, with a puzzled face, asked with a dry smile.