Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Yan Bugui scratched his head, laughed dryly and explained: "Hey, we are all familiar with it. Besides, those places are not places I can go to as a teacher! The environment is very complicated, and I don't want to get into any trouble."

Xu Damao just smiled at Yan Bugui and thought to himself: "You are quite good at pretending. Everyone knows that those two places are easy to sell, but the risks are also high." However, he did not expose Yan Bugui, but continued to ask: "Aren't you afraid that I will cheat you? After all, this business is not that easy to do."

Yan Bugui waved his hand and said quickly: "Oh Damao, I believe you! I know you are smart and reliable. Besides, we have cooperated so many times, and we have a tacit understanding with each other."

Xu Damao felt a little relieved after hearing this, but he still felt that Yan Bugui was hiding something. So he asked, "Teacher Yan, why don't you practice Tai Chi with me? What's the reason?"

Yan Bugui sighed and finally told the truth: "Alas, I know you are smart, I can't hide it from you. The black market and the ghost market are full of mixed people, and the money there is hot! I am really scared to go alone. If something goes wrong, my old bones can't stand it."

"Besides, I'm a teacher. If I meet someone I know, it would have a bad impact if the news got out..."

Having said this, Yan Bugui stopped talking, seeming to find it difficult to continue.

"Damn it! How can someone who can survive from that chaotic and war-torn era be a simple person?"

Xu Damao thought to himself, but he did not stop and continued to push the bicycle slowly forward.

"That's fine too. Teacher Yan, you can just bring the things over later."

"But, Mr. Yan, you should also know that it is still unknown whether my friend is interested in these items. If the final price is not satisfactory, please don't blame me."

Xu Damao gave Yan Bugui a shot of prevention in advance.

"That's all right, Damao. Just show the things to your friend. As for the price, we can discuss it."

Yan Bugui gave Xu Damao a knowing look and turned back to his home.

Xu Damao slowly stopped his bicycle and walked into the room with brisk steps.

He casually sat down on the edge of the bed, as if all the fatigue in his body was absorbed by the soft bed. Then, he reached out for a bottle of soda and gently placed it on the small table beside the bed. He then fumbled out a bag of melon seeds from his pocket, skillfully tore open the package, and poured the plump melon seeds onto the table.

He leaned comfortably on the bedside, casually cracking melon seeds, each of which was slightly sweet and crispy; he occasionally took a sip of soda, feeling the pleasure of bubbles jumping in his mouth. At this moment, he was leisurely waiting for Yan Bugui's arrival.

In early winter, the days are getting shorter and night falls early. In just a moment, the sky has quietly been stained with a deep twilight.

The trees in the yard seemed to sense the change of seasons and began to shed their yellow leaves. A breeze blew by, and a few fragile dead leaves swirled and fell. In less than half a month, these once lush branches and leaves would probably wither away, leaving only bare branches swaying in the cold wind.

"Da Mao, it's me, open the door!"

A low shout was heard from outside the door. Maybe it was because he was holding something in his hand to make a deal with Xu Damao, so his voice was not very loud.

Hearing the sound, Xu Damao quickly jumped off the bed, walked quickly to the door, opened it neatly, and warmly invited Yan Bugui into the room.

"Teacher Yan, what treasure did you bring this time? Hey, don't underestimate me. Although I'm young, I still have a certain ability to identify these antiques."

Xu Damao stood in front of Yan Bugui with a confident smile on his face, as if he wanted to prove to the other party that he was quite accomplished in this area.

After hearing what Xu Damao said, Yan Bugui couldn't help but turn his head away and secretly rolled his eyes where Xu Damao couldn't see. He muttered to himself: "With your little ability, how could I not know it? And you are still pretending to be an expert here!"

However, on the surface, Yan Bugui did not expose Xu Damao, but silently took a package from his body and gently placed it on the table.

Then he slowly untied the cloth from the package, moving very carefully, as if he was afraid of damaging the items inside.

Yan Bugui opened the package and sat down. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table and started eating them.

When Xu Damao saw the items in the package, his heart was shocked as if he was struck by lightning.

He stared at those things with wide eyes, and thought to himself: "As expected, this old fellow Yan Bugui must have something to do with the group that moved the mountain!"

There were several small bronze bowls, plates and ear cups neatly placed in the package. These bronze objects exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, and it was obvious at a glance that they were not ordinary objects.

There is no doubt that these are treasures excavated from ancient tombs!

Xu Damao knew very well that Yan Bugui could never steal these precious cultural relics by himself. The only explanation was that this old guy must have colluded with one or a group of mountain movers, otherwise he would not be able to obtain such rare antiques.

Looking at these bronze artifacts again, some have not yet rusted and are still shining with a golden glow; while others have already rusted and are covered with a layer of green copper rust.

These antiquities have been buried deep underground for a long time, interacting with various chemicals in the soil, thus producing a variety of magnificent and strange crystalline rust. They are like the twinkling stars in the night sky, dazzling and dazzling.

"Teacher Yan, in my opinion, these things should be the dining utensils used by ancient people. Look, this small and exquisite thing here must be a plate for serving food; and this cup with ears is a cup for drinking water."

"Oh, look at this, it's actually golden yellow. Is it made of gold? It must be priceless!"

As Xu Damao spoke, he picked up the golden ear cup and weighed it in his hand.

"Hey, it's not as heavy as gold. It's just made of copper."

Xu Damao gave an awkward smile, glanced at Yan Bugui nonchalantly, and then gently placed the ear cup on the table.

"Humph! You are just a brat, and you dare to say that you can identify antiques. It's ridiculous!"