Just when Fu Yingying was thinking about where to take Song Yan to play in the afternoon, Song Yan's cell phone suddenly rang.
After answering the phone, Song Yan said to Fu Yingying apologetically: "Yingying, I'm afraid I can't accompany you anymore in the afternoon. I have something else to do."
"It doesn't matter. In fact, I have visited these places many times." Fu Yingying smiled disapprovingly, but a trace of disappointment flashed deep in her eyes.
The call was from Fu Qingfeng, but it was Han Dongshan who tracked down the whereabouts of the middle-aged farmer selling copper rings.
When Song Yan arrived at Jubao Pavilion, Fu Qingfeng and Han Dongshan were already waiting for him in the hall.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Han Dongshan began to introduce: "The other person's name is Zhang Tiezhu, 43 years old, and he is a villager in Niutou Village. This guy usually idles around and likes gambling, so he owes a lot of gambling debts. When the situation got tighter, he started fighting upside down.
Three months ago, this guy should have successfully poured out a bucket. This copper ring was just one of the items he sold. According to our investigation, this guy sold a total of five items, which were sold to five antique companies including us. shop. "
"Which five antique shops are they? Have they sold all the things they bought?" Song Yan asked eagerly. He was very suspicious that the iron pillar had turned upside down the tomb of an immortal cultivator.
"One family has already taken action, but the remaining three have not. Do you want Mr. Song to take a look?" Han Dongshan asked.
"Of course." Song Yan nodded heavily.
"One of them is on this street, let's go to this one first." Han Dongshan said.
"good."
So Song Yan and Fu Qingfeng, led by Han Dongshan, came to an antique store called "Gu Yixuan".
Although this antique store has gained a lot of fame, it is still a small store.
"Hey, isn't this Shopkeeper Han? How come you have time to come to my shabby place?"
The speaker was a skinny middle-aged man wearing a yellow leather jacket, with slit eyes and a rather shrewd look.
Han Dongshan said in a deep voice: "Boss Huang, I heard that you received a jade ring more than three months ago. It happened that a customer of mine was more interested in ring rings, so I brought him to you. Hurry and get that jade ring." Take out the jade ring and show it to Mr. Song."
Jubao Pavilion is the largest antique store in Xingnan City. The background of a young man who can be called Young Master Song by the owner of the largest antique store is definitely not simple.
As a result, Boss Huang instantly became extremely enthusiastic, greeted the three of them to sit down, and was about to make tea.
"Boss Huang, there's no need to work too hard. You can take out the jade ring first and show it to me. If I like it, the price is easy to negotiate." Song Yan said.
"Okay, Mr. Song, please wait a moment."
Soon, Boss Huang brought up a jade ring in a brocade box. The jade was good, but it was just an ordinary jade. For a moment, Song Yan was a little disappointed.
The second antique shop was called "Nagoya", and Zhang Tiezhu sold them a copper sword less than a foot long.
After explaining his intention, the other party happily took out the bronze sword and showed it to Song Yan.
As soon as he saw this copper sword, Song Yan was shocked. Although the copper sword looked rusty, Song Yan could feel a unique magical charm coming from the sword body, and a faint formation could be seen under the patina. Dharma inscription pattern.
"I want this copper sword. Please give me a price!" Song Yan looked at the boss of Nagoya and said.
The other party couldn't help but feel happy, he raised five fingers and said: "Since it was introduced by shopkeeper Han, this is the number."
"Shopkeeper Wang, your price is unkind. As far as I know, you didn't spend much money to receive this bronze sword, right?" Han Dongshan couldn't help but said dissatisfiedly when he saw the other party's quotation.
Shopkeeper Wang smiled coquettishly and felt that he was indeed a little greedy: "That's what I said, so let's take one million."
Han Dongshan still wanted to bargain, but Song Yan stopped him. Not to mention one million, even if he bought this bronze sword for 100 million, it would be extremely worthwhile.
"Can I swipe my card?" Song Yan asked.
"Ok, Ok!"
Shopkeeper Wang nodded hurriedly. He only spent 40,000 yuan to collect this bronze sword. He made a profit of 960,000 yuan in one turn, which was considered a big mistake.
After buying the bronze sword, the three of them rushed to the next antique shop called "Guyuzhai".
After explaining his intention, the boss also served him personally and took out the jade pendant that Zhang Tiezhu had sold to him.
Song Yan was already very satisfied with buying a bronze sword magic weapon, so he didn't think he could hit the magic weapon again.
But after seeing this jade pendant, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Because the charm of the magic weapon exuded by this jade pendant is stronger than the copper sword he just bought and the storage spirit ring he obtained before. Especially the formation inscriptions on the jade pendant are integrated with the entire jade pendant, which is exquisite and complex. The level far exceeds that of storage rings and bronze swords.
"Make a price." Song Yan asked directly.
The boss was stunned. This was the first time he saw a customer who couldn't even lift his hand and asked him to set a price.
Finally, with the help of Han Dongshan, the jade pendant was sold for two million.
"Young Master Song, are you going to Niutou Village?" Han Dongshan asked after leaving Guyuzhai.
"Go, of course!" If just now he just suspected that Zhang Tiezhu had knocked over the tomb of an immortal cultivator, but now, he was 80% sure that the tomb of the immortal cultivator was knocked down by the other party.
Two of the three items were actually magic weapons. How could there be so many magic weapons in the tomb of a person who was not a cultivator of immortality
Niutou Village is a relatively remote village, more than 100 kilometers away from Xingnan City.
An hour later, a black Land Rover drove into Wushan Town, asked for the direction of Niutou Village, and then continued driving to Niutou Village.
However, this section of the village road seemed difficult to walk, and it took more than an hour to drive to Niutou Village.
Happening to meet an uncle who was returning from hoeing, Han Dongshan jumped out of the car, handed the man a Panda cigarette, and asked, "Brother, does Zhang Tiezhu live in this village?"
"Are you here to see Zhang Tiezhu too?" The old farmer took the cigarette with a strange expression.
"Are there many people looking for Zhang Tiezhu?" Song Yan also stepped out of the car and took over the conversation.
"There have been more than ten calls this month, and they all look for Zhang Tiezhu, but that guy hasn't returned to the village for several months, and he might have died outside!" the old farmer said angrily.
Afterwards, Song Yan chatted with the old farmer for a while and learned that Zhang Tiezhu's reputation in the village was not good. This guy was an old bachelor, lazy, and loved gambling. In addition, he liked to do some sneaky things, so the villagers People don't like him very much.
At Song Yan's request, the old farmer pointed to a house with earthen walls and tiles and said, "That's Zhang Tiezhu's home."
"Thank you, uncle."
After learning about Zhang Tiezhu's home, Song Yan activated his clairvoyant powers and shrouded Zhang Tiezhu's home. To his disappointment, he found nothing of value, and the various things in his home were in a mess. Someone had obviously sneaked in.
For a moment, Song Yan was a little disappointed. Suddenly, he stopped the uncle again who had walked a few meters away, then ran up and took out two hundred yuan and handed it to him: "Uncle, do you know where Zhang Tiezhu went?"
"I heard that guy likes to gamble at the Ma brothers' teahouse in town. Go there and ask!"
"Let's go back to town!"
Song Yan got on the car and said to Fu Qingfeng.
"Young Master Song, why don't you go and have a look at Zhang Tiezhu's house?" Han Dongshan asked.
"I won't go. More than ten groups of people have come. Even if there are good things, they have been taken away!" Song Yan waved his hand.
Han Dongshan nodded in deep agreement, feeling that this was indeed the case.
The author's digression: The fifth update (to be continued)