Kyoto is where all the power in China gathers, but it is also a place of controversy.
It is not easy to make a name for yourself in this circle. Having been in Kyoto for ten years, Gao Yuan is well aware of the dangers involved.
The lake surface seems calm, but it hides murderous intentions. Other places may be dangerous, but they are far less dangerous than here. Everything is due to the word "power".
In an antique shop, Gao Yuan walked in carrying two bottles of fine Moutai.
There is a saying in the antique market: if you don’t open for half a year, you can make money for half a year after you open it. This is enough to prove the depth and huge profits of this industry. And there are very few people who can make a name for themselves in the antique circle of Kyoto. There are many masters here. If you want to make a name for yourself, you must be a master among masters.
At the junction of black and white, there is a man called Feng Zheng the Ghost Hand. His hands can be said to be a pair of hands that make money. No matter what antique falls into his hands, he can perfectly restore it, and his appreciation ability is very famous in the underworld of Kyoto.
Since the goods he has are all genuine, many people come to him to buy goods. And since he can repair damaged goods, many people on the street also come to him with dirty and damaged goods.
Relying on his extraordinary talents, he had accumulated considerable wealth when he was only in his fifties.
However, the market has become worse in recent years. With the prosperity of Taoism, more wealthy people spend money to cultivate their children's special talents instead of wasting it on such hobbies.
All the funds began to be monopolized by Tianyi Pavilion and Yu Sheng's Yaoxingzhai, and even people's hobbies had changed to a great extent.
Even the elixirs used by immortal cultivators gradually began to flow to ordinary people.
The antique business is not as good as before, but for Feng Zheng who has already made enough money, it is not necessarily a bad thing.
It was another ordinary day, and he opened the shop as usual. Seeing that there would be no business today, he was preparing to close the shop.
At this time Gao Yuan walked in with wine. The two were old acquaintances. Gao Yuan had known Feng Zheng before he came to Kyoto.
"Mr. Feng, it's closed so early!" Gao Yuan chuckled.
"You kid!" Feng Zheng smiled and looked at Gao Yuan and said, "There are wine and food here, it seems like there is a big business."
"Of course!" Gao Yuan nodded.
Feng Zheng also knew that Gao Yuan was not clean. He stood up and walked towards the door. "Wait, I'll close the door first. Then we can talk slowly."
With a loud crash!
The shutter door closed. Feng Zheng took out a cigar as usual, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath and said, "What brings you here? I thought you had forgotten about me after you got rich."
"How dare I? Mr. Feng, you really flatter me. I'm just trying to make a living. I have something to talk about, so let's talk while we drink." Gao Yuan said politely.
Feng Zheng nodded and took Gao Yuan into the inner room.
He took out a plate with two side dishes and opened two bottles of wine.
The two drank a few cups first, and then Feng Zheng put down his chopsticks and asked, "What business do you have? Tell me, there is no such thing as a big deal. If there is a big deal, I can also have a share."
With a smile on his face, Gao Yuan knew that Feng Zheng was not a money-loving person, nor was he a person who lacked money. However, he was very obsessed with antiques, otherwise he would not be called the Ghost Hand.
He put down his wine glass and explained his purpose. "Mr. Feng, this is what I mean. Do you still remember the pendant you sold me for 30,000 yuan when we first met many years ago?"
"Yes!" Elder Feng nodded and said, "Of course I remember. Wasn't that pendant broken by you? What a pity. Although such a beautiful antique cannot be judged in terms of age, it is a rare treasure."
"Mr. Feng, do you remember where this pendant came from?" Gao Yuan asked.
Feng Zheng was slightly stunned, then thought about it carefully and said, "I remember telling you about this thing. I picked it up outside the East Suburbs Imperial Mausoleum. I don't know if it's from the tomb. What's the matter? It's been many years, why are you bringing it up again now?"
Feeling somewhat puzzled, Gao Yuan chuckled and said, "I am dissatisfied with Mr. Feng. Someone is interested in the pendant and wants to know its origin. This person is not someone I can provoke, and I cannot refuse his request. So I would like to ask Mr. Feng to go with me to the place you mentioned to investigate."
"Interested!" Feng Zheng drank a glass of wine, then shook his head and said, "You must know what the Eastern Suburbs Imperial Tomb is. Although it is a wasteland, it is a protected area. The surrounding passages are monitored, and there are drones monitoring every day. Of course you can go in, but if you want to (rob the tomb)... If you catch me, I will stay in there for the rest of my life."
However, Gao Yuan was also helpless. Seeing Feng Zheng's impoliteness, he also smiled helplessly and said, "I can't do anything about it. I also advise Mr. Feng to help me with this. Otherwise, the rest of your life will come to an end."
"What, you are threatening me?" Feng Zheng said with a slight frown.
You have to know that he has some connections in Kyoto, and he doesn't take Gao Yuan seriously.
Gao Yuan dipped his finger in the wine and shook his head, saying, "I am not threatening Mr. Feng, but Mr. Feng wants to ask him whether he will let Mr. Feng go."
Gao Yuan wrote the words "Number One in the World" on the table. You should know that these four words now represent only one person.
"It's him." Feng Zheng frowned slightly and said sternly, "What if I don't agree!?"
"You don't agree!" Gao Yuan laughed and shook his head, saying, "None of the thirteen members of the Feng family can escape the disaster. It is said that a man who knows the current situation is a hero. Old Feng, you must understand this truth, right?"
"You kid... you even dared to betray me!" Feng Zheng's face was filled with anger as he scolded.
Gao Yuan took a deep breath, but he didn't care. He shook his head and said, "I will pick you up tomorrow morning. You have time to prepare. You can also run away, but I think you know what the consequences are. God is watching what you do, and I, Gao Yuan, am just an errand boy. I hope you will think about it carefully."
"What if I say no? I'd like to see what Yu Sheng can do to me?" Old Feng slammed the table angrily.
However, Gao Yuan shook his head. He walked to the side and picked up a family photo of Mr. Feng. He looked them up and down and said, "The grandchildren are very cute! If I have the chance, I would also like to enjoy such family happiness. But if the boss is not satisfied, I think I will not have this opportunity. It's a pity that the two children are still young. It's good that they are not young enough. At least they can be sold at a good price."
"You dare!?" Feng Zheng said angrily.
Gao Yuan put the photo down and said indifferently: "Ask the world, who can be the enemy? Mr. Feng, do you know what Tianwei is? The boss's words are Tianwei. Don't blame me for bullying others. You can only blame me for knowing things you shouldn't know."
Seeing Gao Yuan leave, Feng Zheng sat on the chair blankly, his face pale. At his age, he knew the simple truth that the power of heaven is unpredictable.
Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps. This is the norm in the world and this is the truth.
(End of this chapter)