The fat man had a greasy and pink face, a pair of small eyes, and was full of alcohol. However, a fierce atmosphere emanated from his lower eyes. I sniffed and felt that there was a foul smell on this guy's body.

Who has a fishy smell?

The farmer who deals with mud all day long, with his backbone, his sweat beads falling into the field, and the fragrance of rice flowers was born. Only those who always drill holes and were contaminated with death breath would have this faint smell. This is yin energy and cannot be washed away. It is obvious that this fat man is probably like the group of rats, and they are all working as a master. I don’t understand what Ding Yi is trying to find such a character, but he is also obeying the rules and silently speaking beside him.

Ding San saw the drunk Fatty Wang and frowned and said, "I'm looking for you and Boss Hu. Let us in quickly."

Fatty Wang stopped at the door. He stood in front of the door and immediately blocked the entire door. He said without fear: "My surname is Ding, our brothers have not done anything recently. They are upright and are not afraid of being slanted. If you want to cause trouble for Fatty, please come back yourself. I don't have the heart to serve you."

This guy was arrogant, and Ding Yi had no choice but to smile and said with a wry smile: "Isn't you asking for trouble for you this time? Come to the door and beg you, Fat Master, give me a face, don't you see that I have friends behind me?"

As he said this, another man stood behind the door. He was in his thirties, with a sighing beard and a vicissitudes of expression. He looked at us, and then said, "Fatty, let Lao Ding and his friends come in." The fat man was not polite to Ding Yi, but he obeyed the man. He then let go and walked into the room. Ding Yi walked into the shop first, and Zhang Liyun and I entered one after another. It can be seen that Ding Yi and the owner of this small shop are not friends, but they have had some friendships with each other. This time, he had no choice but to come to the door.

When I entered the shop, there was a small table in the main house with bubbles of water hotpot, and a table full of cold cabbage and peanuts next to it. The two of them were drinking, quite comfortable. Ding Yi introduced me: "This guy is the owner of this shop, Boss Hu, and the few people in Panjiayuan who are the clearest in the door. Next to this is Fatty Wang and Boss Hu's partner."

Since he was a side-by-side, few people were willing to reveal their real names. Ding Yi introduced me and told the two that this was his superior, leader Chen and his assistant Xiao Zhang.

After the introduction, Boss Hu and Fatty Wang looked alienated and alert. Boss Hu was a silent person, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Fatty Wang was much casual, and he ignored us by his side and shouted at Ding Yi dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong? No matter how big the leader, what does it matter to us two serious little businessmen? You are your leader, I sell my antiques. We don't miss the rivers, we go halfway through the road, and we will go back to see you."

I don’t know what Ding Yi did, which made Fatty Wang so hostile to him. However, since Ding Yi dared to lead me and Zhang Liyun over, he was sure, so he sat down and began to tell the two of them what I just said.

Everything needs to be adapted. When Ding Yi said, it completely changed. In his story, Baiyun Temple has been interspersed with the persistence and traditions of the century-long period of Baiyun Temple, as well as the promotion of national integrity. As for the Rat Society, it is a traitor who colluded with the Japanese. I just told the Japanese a little about the cause and effect, but he interpreted it vividly. The atmosphere was so vivid that Fatty Wang immediately showed anger on his face, and Boss Hu, who was sitting at the table drinking, was also quite moved.

At the end, Ding Yikengqiang said: "Until now, the national treasure is lost and the mouse will be proud. Tell me, what if those guys are allowed to go to justice?"

Fatty Wang slapped his thigh and became angry: "Mom, Fatty, what I hate most in my life is the traitor who colludes with the little Japanese. The mouse will attack everywhere on weekdays and don't talk about any rules in his work. I can tolerate this, but they actually did such disgusting things. They really gave birth to a son without an asshole. Commander Hu, what do you think you should do?"

Fatty Wang was excited, but Boss Hu next to him was silent. He took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few puffs, and then said quietly: "Old Ding, I know what you mean. You want to get news from the Rat Club from me. Is that true?"

Ding Yi said calmly: "Boss Hu, you and Fatty Wang are people from the world. They are involved in a lot. It is indeed not appropriate to let you get involved. If you do this, we will naturally organize our decision. However, you also know that although the mouse will be famous, it has always been cautious and has a very mysterious place. It is impossible for people to find it. The above urges me, so I have no choice but to find you, the local snake. Don't worry, this matter is known, God knows, and only a few of us know. I will use Lao Ding's signature to guarantee that as for other things in the future, as long as the two of you do it openly, I Lao Ding will be unaware of it. Do you think it's okay?"

When Fatty Wang heard this, he thrust his whole body and looked at Boss Hu with his eyes, and seemed very anxious, but Boss Hu did not agree immediately. After a while of silence, he looked up at me and bowed and said, "Have you asked this leader for his name Gao?"

I bowed my hand and replied, "Chen Zhicheng."

"Chen Zhicheng?" Boss Hu murmured for a while, his eyes lit up, and he quickly covered it up. He stood up and said loudly: "All of them were born under the red flag and grew up listening to Chairman Mao's teachings. Since this happened, how can there be any unhelpful reason? Lao Ding, don't say so much. We don't have the specific address of the mouse club, but I have a news here. Today, two local masters with Luoyang accents came to Lao Jin of Furuixiang. The talk was not satisfactory. Maybe the ghost market will appear. If they really come, they might be able to find some clues."

This news is really important. Ding Yi and we both thanked each other, and the other party no longer kept anyone and said goodbye. Before leaving, Boss Hu said slowly: "When you take someone, the leader should pay attention. Some masters have something hidden in the back of their teeth. Once they bite them, all the ducks that were falling off their hands will fly..."

This was another favor, and we thanked each other again. Then the shop closed the door and fell into a cold and dark again.

Ding Yi took us out of Panjiayuan, looked back, and then explained to me: "Team Leader Chen, don't care if I promised those two people just now. Panjiayuan's antiques are of complicated origin. Some are monetized by prodigal sons; some are collected from fellow villagers in various places, with a focus on their eyesight; some are Minggui, and they are goods in the hands of local masters. The current market is like this, and the general trend is like this, and I can't do anything, but compared to other profiteers, these two people have always been good..."

He explained it, a little nervous. I knew his concerns and said with a smile: "Old Ding, I understand, don't talk about these things. If I can understand this case, I will definitely ask you for me."

The so-called ghost market is a night market, which scattered at dawn, also known as "ghost market". In the past, ghost markets mainly sold clothes, and other goods were mixed with fish. There were both bad origins, rare items, and fake goods. Kyoto City was extremely popular in the late Qing Dynasty. Some royal nobles dans stole antique treasures and exchanged for money. Some chickens and dogs robbed the stolen goods and sold them while it was dark. Antique experts often missed some cheap things. To this day, this ghost market has been passed down as a tradition. When the ghost market opened in Panjiayuan, it was usually from 2:00 to 3:00 in the morning. We were not inconvenient to go back, so we hung up a phone number, explained the situation to Nuer, and then went back to the car to sleep.

Our bus is an old jeep, which is not comfortable, but fortunately it is parked on the street not far away and can be observed at all times. At critical moments, we can also drive to chase people. The three of us take turns to be on duty, so there will be no mistakes.

I was on duty first. At night, I was half asleep. I was pushed by Zhang Liyun. I opened my eyes and saw that the street in front was already prosperous. Many vendors appeared at some point, carrying a lamp, hazy, and then laying on the ground, placing boards, and bottles, ancient utensils, and jade pendants. However, although there were many vendors, they were not lively. Whether it was vendors or people who bought things, they were silent. Occasionally, someone looked at it right, hooked the hands inside the sleeves, and tugged them while chewing the prices.

On the whole long street, the lights were hazy, and the figures were walking around, swaying. In addition, the fog in the early morning was quite heavy, and in the hazy, it felt quite a bit of the horror of the ghost market in the underworld.

Ding Yi is a regular visitor to Panjiayuan. He has a familiar face and is easily recognized by others, so he stayed in the car. Zhang Liyun and I got out of the car and left and walked into the ghost market.
Chapter completed!