Book 1: Chapter 127

Name:Daomu Biji: Restart Author:
Book 1: Chapter 127

After an eleven-hour drive to Shanxi, I followed the familiar route straight to Qixian.

On the way, I secretly added Bai Haotian to several groups that were full of culture and antique enthusiasts. Many people posted their collections every day, so the circulation was very fast.

In today's antique market, if you had money, you could buy eighty percent of the good products at the many small secondhand shops in the county. There was no need to go to the village yourself. The locals had probably already swept through the village and had a monopoly on the goods. It didnt matter whether it was from a "fellow villager" or something handed down through the ages, the locals had acquaintances who swept through the goods regularly. When my business started to improve back then, it was because I controlled this part. I cut out the antique dealers in the county and had the goods sent directly to the city.

As a result, the antique dealers in Qixian County absolutely hated my guts. After I retired, they quickly blocked the hole I had created, so it would definitely be bad if I entered Qixian again on my own. That was why Bai Haotian was so crucial.

I found a shabby hotel that cost fourteen yuan a day and rented two rooms. I then bought bedding, changed the sheets, and climbed up to the window. I pulled down the curtain rod, hollowed out the wall behind it, and then put the curtain rod back. This was a place where we would hide the goods we bought. I knew from experience that once we bought any good products, anything could happen.

After that, I dyed my hair yellow and put on round glasses and a fake beard and sideburns. I also wore a special tight-fitting T-shirt. When my disguise was complete, I looked like those gang members who parked their cars in rural KTV parking lots (1). Then I told Bai Haotian to put on a white shirt and booty shorts (2). When the two of us stood together, it looked like a little rich girl had fallen for an unconventional boyfriend and brought him to Qixian to travel.

Bai Haotian also put on a lot of makeup. Her technique was so top-notch that she was basically unrecognizable when she was done. After that, we went to a small secondhand shop in a building materials market in the county suburbs.

The best items in this shop were silver ingots and old saddles, which were placed inside glass cabinets that lined the walls. The glass cabinets were the old ones from department stores in the 90s. They were covered in rust and dust both inside and out. In addition to the old silver ingots that were piled up indiscriminately, there were many old house deeds and pieces of old furniture piled up.

We went in and pretended to be interested in these old objects. The boss was a short old fat man who didn't look up at us at all. Instead, he stayed focused on the TV show playing on his iPad.

It was sunny outside, but the whole inside of the shop was very dark. After taking two steps in, it even felt colder, which was a feeling that I was quite familiar with.

Bai Haotian asked me softly, "Even if we buy some things here, we can't sell them when we get back. What are we doing?"

"Taking pictures," I answered in the Changsha dialect.

The other party said that it was no problem.

I smiled gently. This was Uncle Two telling people to stop me from buying goods so I couldnt make any money. Uncle Two probably didnt know that I didnt even have the money to buy goods.

Bai Haotian and I ran back to the previous shop and asked the old fat man to give us his Alipay (4) information. Once that was done, we reported it to the other party. Once the other party paid, I re-strung those thirty-three beeswax pieces into a beautiful bracelet and sent it to them. That left nearly ninety old beeswax pieces of various sizes and appearances, so I put them away for later.

Since the other party paid two hundred and forty thousand yuan, the old fat man found it very strange. With regards to the extra forty thousand yuan, I said to the old fat man, "I mustve told him the wrong number. Just forget it. What other good products do you have here. Ill buy some more."

The old fat man looked at me before silently taking out an old newspaper from beneath the counter and spreading it out slowly.

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TN Notes:

(1) KVT is karaoke. China has KTV clubs, which have private rooms that you can book with your friends or colleagues for a few hours of fun.

(2) Apparently the legit term for them is hot pants but theyre super short shorts, so Im declaring them booty shorts. Fun fact, my mom calls them "band-aid shorts" lol

(3) Basically sheep haslet put into a soup. Pic and some more info here.

(4) Online payment platform. Think of it like paypal.

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I've got some stuff going on this week, so updates are going to be pretty lame. I'll try my best, but no promises. Apologies in advancedears~~