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Xia Xi replied: "The Jianghu worship post has been sent out. Although Yan Wang has not officially replied to the post, his reputation in the world will definitely not be humiliated by this. It is impossible not to accept the post."

I am quite convinced of that.

Although Yan Wang has already retreated into the world, judging from the last contact and Xia Xi's description of him, this old man is simply extremely conceited.

One's own ego.

Either it is stupid and arrogant.

Or have the strength against the sky.

Yan Wang obviously belongs to the second category.

The reason why I was able to win him in the previous bet was completely because I firmly grasped the seven inches of his precious daughter Yan Xiaoyue, and I was somewhat lucky to win.

This time Feisheng Pit does not involve family members, so it is unlikely that he will not accept the post.

I asked: "You have never engaged in Feisheng Pit, does the old pheasant have any objections to you?"

Xia Xi replied: "The main reason is that although Lao Pheasant bought back this official hat of the Tang Dynasty, he also called in many counterfeiters and appraisers from various places to conduct emergency appraisals on the official hat, but in the past so many God, but they can't see the truth inside."

"The lunatics scolded the old pheasant bloody. Although the old pheasant was in a hurry, the treasure could not be identified. It is useless for me to set up the ascension pit now. I hope that no one can see the tricks inside. In this way, lunatics and old pheasants may withdraw the Jianghu post, and Yan Wang can live a few more days."

This is tantamount to saying.

Both sides are a little bit stuck.

Jianghu posts were sent out, but the counterfeiters and appraisers who were recruited could not see the identification method of the fake Mian 旒 imperial hat.If the quack post is withdrawn, not only will the task assigned by the old manager not be completed, but also his face will be lost, which he cannot tolerate.At that time, not only the old pheasant, but also the lunatics will be unable to eat and walk around.

Yan Wang has been provoked, and he will definitely participate in the Feisheng Pit Bureau.But it is estimated that he is also uneasy in his heart. After all, Lao Pheasant and others are not easy to mess with. Once he shows the evidence of the counterfeit Mian'an Emperor's Hat, not only will his reputation be ruined all his life, but his old bones will also be buried in the bottom of the pit.

I said: "We can't let the old pheasants withdraw their posts, we have to set a big fire and let them continue the game!"

"This is an excellent opportunity to get close to the lunatic and start shaking the old pheasant's foundation!"

Xia Xi frowned and said, "But in this way, Yan Wang will be ruined."

I replied: "You do as I ask, Yan Wang will not die."

Xia Xi asked, "What's going on?"

I told Xia Xi the plan in my heart.

After Xia Xi heard it, she was completely dumbfounded.

After half an hour.

He said, "God, please help me!"

"No wonder Lao Xiao said that your brain has been opened!"

"Done! It's just so exciting, buddies are ready to go now!"

The two continued to drink tea for a while before finalizing the details.

I left Xia Xi's residence and found a high-end hotel to stay in.

Six p.m.

There was a knock on the hotel door.

Through the cat's eyes, six big men came outside, the leader was a dark-skinned man.

Opening the door, a dark man walked in.

He asked in a low voice: "Boss Liu, I heard that you need some people to carry sandbags?"

This is a unique Jianghu vocabulary in Shanghai.

Modu is a port city. Merchant ships in the old society were docked at the port, and there were goods on board. If someone was needed to unload the goods, the boss got off the ship first and went to find a group of people who specialized in carrying goods at the port for a living. This group of people was called Carry sandbags.

Later, it developed into a kind of quack business, serving as personal bodyguards for big bosses from other places, inquiring about news, running errands, topping bags, etc., also called sandbag carrying.

Who they work for and what they do is kept secret.

Of course, these sandbag bearers are not locals of Shanghai. They are usually men from other places to make a living. They need good skills, know the local dialects, and be familiar with the situation of Shanghai.

Both parties are outsiders, and they make up a temporary team to venture into the magic capital, get paid for their work, and leave each other without owed each other.

The loyalty and means of the sandbag bearer are enough to outshine the private bodyguard companies that sprung up later by hundreds of streets.

They were specially found by Xia Xi for me.

It is said that it is a sandbag army that has just come from other places and is still unstable.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Three sunspots."

"What's the matter?"

"Wen or Wu?"

"Look at martial arts first."

San Heizi turned his head and took a look around the room, and he spotted the ashtray by the bedside.

This ashtray is very thick.

San Heizi pinned the ashtray upside down on the wall, let out a roar, bit his cheek, and fiercely poked the bottom of the ashtray with his right middle finger.

"啪啦" sounded.

In the ashtray, he poked a round finger hole abruptly.

very good!

Xia Xi is reliable in her work.

I nodded approvingly: "Where did you learn Zhishang Kung Fu?"

Sanheizi replied, "I paid homage to my teacher in Mount Song."

I asked, "Why don't you do martial arts?"

San Heizi replied: "No one recommended him, but he has been working as a stand-in for martial arts movies for several years. He has opened a large store and opened a restaurant, but his income is small, so he brought his brothers out for a while."

I replied, "Okay, it's just you guys."

Sanheizi wondered, "Don't you want to read Wenhuo?"

I said, "Don't watch it, that's enough."

Wenhuo specifically refers to the ability to be flexible.

Having worked as a teacher, working on a set, driving a truck, and being a cook, these professional experiences are not suitable for running the rivers and lakes.

Sanheizi replied, "Okay, where is the boss?"

What he meant by asking this was not really wanting to know where I was from.But from tomorrow onwards, they will adjust their accent to be consistent with mine, so that it is convenient for them to go out and do errands.

This is a basic skill in literary work.

I replied, "It's as long as you can't tell who is speaking. I have something to do on Saturday. You should arrive at the hotel entrance on time before nine o'clock."

Sanheizi replied, "Understood."

I took eleven wads of cash out of the box and handed them to San Heizi.

"Take 1 yuan to rent me a better car, and the rest is your hard-earned money."

Seeing this, San Heizi frowned and said, "Boss, our asking price is [-], and you paid too much."

I said, "Just do a good job, and the rest will be rewarded."

San Heizi asked: "Boss Liu is so forthright, isn't he worried that we will eat up the rich?"

To eat big households refers to ignoring the boss's money and becoming the boss.

Sandbag bearers generally don't do this, but occasionally they do.

Since he said so, I still need to explain why I am so confident.

suddenly!

I flicked my hand suddenly.

The fake Yuan head came out quickly, and rushed towards the ashtray that San Heizi's finger had poked a hole in before.

The diameter of the hole is smaller than that of Yuan Datou.

Yuan Datou came out through the hole.

After a few seconds.

The ashtray suddenly split into five or six petals.

Regardless of accuracy, strength, and finesse.

They are all one level higher than Sansuizi.

Seeing this, San Heizi's expression suddenly changed, and he involuntarily took two steps back, looking at me in disbelief.

I said, "If you don't do your job well, you may not get money into your pockets."

San Heizi immediately cupped his fists: "Boss Liu, don't worry, work and eat, we will definitely sell our strength!"

I nodded, "See you on Saturday."

Sanheizi left with a few men.

Nine o'clock on Saturday morning.

I put on a pair of big sunglasses and walked out of the hotel gate.

There are two cars parked at the door, an Audi 200 and a Jetta.

Sanheizi and others were waiting for me by the car.

When I got in the car, Sanheizi took the initiative to open the door for me, put his hand on the car frame, and blocked my head for me.

After I got in the car, Sanheizi also went to the cab and sat down, then turned around and asked me where I was going.

"Vatican Palace Hot Spring Club."

"Go clean up someone."