Daomu Biji Chapter 1: The Wu family fell into the pit

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Winter, this is a cold winter. The thousand-year-old beauty of Hangzhou also looks gray in winter. Or, the sky is still blue and the city is still bright, but people's hearts are darkened, and my heart also becomes gray. .

A few months passed, and I was in a state of confusion. There was no news from my third uncle, and I woke up from countless nightmares, either from Mrs. Huo's death or from my little brother's **** palm. I don’t want to think of him. No matter how much I worry about him or the fat man, I don’t want to recall the experiences of the past three years. Did I exist in these three years? Have I had my own feelings in these three years? Have I been used as a **** by others during these three years? Did I really have an indestructible iron triangle in these three years? But where are they now? I have been thinking, if I had not had the experience of the past three years, would I still be the little shopkeeper of the Xiling Seal Society who lights up the lights in the morning and closes the shop at noon?

Countless mysteries and pressure are all pointing to one person all the time, and that is me.

Without Third Uncle, without Pan Zi, without all the experience and strength that flocked to me, I can only become the owner in name. The iron chopsticks in name are more like a businessman, who can build a building with countless criminal records. The owners of the black horse market and the foreign market forced the merchants who instantly whitewashed their fortunes. This Lama event in Guangxi was like a major earthquake. Yes, it was a major earthquake that affected tomb robbers in several provinces. It did the same for Changsha and Hangzhou markets. A complete shuffle.

Heroes from all walks of life who had been in the market for many years "rushed" into the teahouse and looked at me like a monster. Of course, they are no longer the original top four. I have to admire Pan Zi and Xiao Hua for this. Before they set off, they had already helped me clear up the life and death crisis that might arise after I came back. Replaced by loyal acquaintances.

However, apart from my new four Vajras standing here, all of them are the leaders of the Waipan Road. In terms of seniority, the oldest one is the same age as my father. During their trip to the ground, I didn’t lose anything, but in the tomb robbing business, especially the family business and iron chopsticks, you have to be trustworthy. If your trust is gone, no matter how big the odds are, you will be swept away overnight. This is what I will face soon. The Wu family’s credit crisis.

After a month, they also got some clues about the Guangxi Grand Lama from the waiters, and connected them together. With these people’s monkey brains, it was not difficult to guess that my name was Fei Dou. The reality of saving people is approximate. But the difference this time is that when I was invited to the teahouse from under the quilt, I no longer felt nervous and hesitant as when I first climbed up the stairs. Even though Panzi was no longer on my right, and Xiaohua and Xiu were no longer standing on my left. Show, because of my helplessness.

"Little Third Master, although you are the eldest son and grandson of the Wu family, in terms of seniority, I, the old man, have to call you brother, but this time, the Wu family has to give an explanation to us outsiders. We Although we are doing things to make money based on the reputation of the Wu family, we still put our heads in our waistbands to provide food and supplies to your Wu family every day. In our line of work, the word "faith" is at the forefront, and now your Wu family's letter is gone. The golden signboard has been smashed, how can we outsiders behave?", the oldest outsider was the first to mutter, as if he was complaining between the lines, but in fact, his ravaged face was full of doubts.

"Yes, no matter how big the Wu family is, no matter how well-connected they are, they have fallen into a trap this time. You, the Wu family, have to give us outsiders justice." A reckless man in his 40s echoed with a beard on the side. The broken fingers on his right hand told me that this person should have been from Ma Pan.

Especially this year, Pan Zi often stayed with me when he was alive. I have a deeper understanding of our industry through him. In fact, the "products" produced by tomb robbing are very complicated. Of course, cold food and hot food are usually sold through Ma Pan after the chopstick head is identified, but what about cold food? It will burn your hands, throw it under the quilt and burn your feet, let alone put it in the shop. It will be picked up by the police in less than three days. At these times, the chopstick head will order the purchase or throw it directly to the outside plate from the nearest horse plate. , because the external disk is distributed further away from the city, it is easier to sell the stolen goods, and even if the black man raids the house, he can drive the Jinbei and dig a hole in the wasteland and bury it, which is relatively safer. Of course, the external handicap usually has less information because of this, and due to the lack of credibility, major customers dare not touch these cold goods. At the same time, if they lack the protection of big forces, the external handicap can easily be destroyed by their colleagues. This is Society, this is the law of survival.

So, most of the foreign investments in several provinces were invested under the Wu family, and those not included in this list are more or less related to the Wu family. After more than ten years, following the third uncle has become a popular drink, which is very popular. Fortunately, of course, there are also a few foreign dealers who have smuggled out smuggled goods and met with bad luck. They were either taken down by gangsters or banned by Third Uncle's people.

This is the business rule. Even if one or two silver coins are recorded in the account of the horse plate and the foreign plate, they have to be weighed with a scale and handed over to the counter with both hands. As an iron chopstick, the third uncle naturally provides Wu for these foreign plates. Home of "massive information", "hundred-year-old technology", "golden signboard of innocent children" and "Wu family time-honored brand".

But now, the font size is gone, because the reputation is gone, and the influence of Ma Pan is still small. After all, after removing the three things that are eating inside and outside, it is the property of my Wu family, but these external dishes are struggling. After all, they are "joined".

As soon as the bearded man finished his roar, the second floor began to remember the weak underestimation. Obviously, although these dozen people were taboo against the Wu family, they still had resentment.

"You asked the third master to come out so abruptly, aren't you afraid that the third master will come back and rip off your skin?" Ma Panxin stood up next to him with his head crossed, but his voice sounded so childish.

"Third Master? If the farce here last time was also fabricated by the Wu family's third master, then it seems that the third master has been missing for a long time... Hahaha, how can you, a little kid, know this?" the old man said bitterly said.

"Little Third Master, we asked you to come out and we don’t want to embarrass you. We are here to reason. Since Third Master is gone, we will do the external business ourselves in the future. If the cold goods from the Wu family come over, we will take 50% of the profit. !", the old man said, picked up a pipe and sat down slowly on the armchair on the left. When the others saw him sitting down, they all leaned to his side, obviously following his lead.

My people never spoke again. Obviously, these people who hang out on the road every day know very well that the Wu family broke their promise this time. This is a matter on the road. Naturally, there must be rules on the road. Either there will be blood or death. fiscal.

I am still playing with the ashtray on the bill, but this time, I can't throw it out again. I am no longer the me under the mask. Now, when I see the ashtray, what I think about is not the outside world and the horse. Pan, but Panzi.

The bustling traffic at the door seemed to have stopped for a moment, and the sound of the stairs was heard, very light, but powerful, because the brothers on both sides of the stairs who were originally looking in suddenly took their positions and naturally separated to the two sides.

The light sound of the stair floor is getting closer and closer. The first thing that catches my eyes is a set of snow-white cheongsam above the knees, black high boots and long hair above the shoulders. The elegant temperament is wrapped in a Familiar face.