Chapter 51: The Taoist Priest Who Moves Mountains
Zhang Dadao didn't know that he almost provoked Zheng Wen to fight, so he crossed his legs and closed his eyes to rest. Zheng Wen went to open the door angrily. When Brother Long came in, he came to Zhang Dadao first, nodded to Zhang Dadao and said, "Little brother Zhang, you are capable! Datou called me. This time I'm in charge, you go to the ghost market with us, just like Xiaowen, except for the things we got before! You get 20% of the other things!"
Zhang Dadao nodded and said, "I don't care whether you give me your share or not, but don't try to get my share!"
"Your share?" Brother Long was stunned, and looked at Zheng Wen with some curiosity. Liuzi quickly told him what Zhang Dadao had asked Wu Datou to buy.
After hearing this, Brother Long waved his hand and was silent for a while before asking Zhang Dadao, "Brother Zhang, I heard from you that you are short of money too?"
Zhang Dadao said happily: "Who doesn't need money? You don't need money? He doesn't need money? If you want to know Jack Ma, ask him, he needs money too!"
Brother Long smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right. Everyone is short of money! Then I'll tell you the truth. We have a business, and we just need someone like you, Brother Zhang, to join us. Are you interested?"
Zhang Dadao was stunned and said, "Trading? Being an antique dealer? What's the future of this? You can't make a fortune by setting up a stall, and experts are not easy to fool. The local tycoons and nouveau riche have learned their lesson now and know to find formal channels and go through auction houses. It's not a good business."
Zheng Wen suddenly interrupted, "Who said we were going to cheat? Why don't we just sell the real thing?"
"Really?" Zhang Dadao was stunned. Just as he was about to ask, he heard Brother Long cough and said with a smile, "Little Brother Zhang, please think about it again. Let's wait until the ghost market is over before we talk about it!"
After saying this, he turned around and discussed the matter with Zheng Wen in dialect. Zhang Dadao pondered for a while, and thought to himself: "Damn, are these guys planning to steal from the museum? It's not easy to sell the stolen goods! The police, procuratorate and courts are very fierce, it's not easy to deal with them?"
While Zhang Dadao was daydreaming, there was another knock on the door. Zheng Wen went over to open the door, and Wu Datou came in with a bunch of things and a rooster!
"Brother Long, you're back?" Wu Datou greeted Brother Long first, then turned to complain to Zhang Dadao: "Brother Zhang, this thing is really hard to find. The other things are easy, but I stole this rooster from the back! Luckily I wasn't discovered!"
Wu Datou and his gang have been gangsters in the village for a long time. They are very good at stealing things. Before, Zheng Wen stole the jar, and now Datou stole the chicken. The people in the neighborhood are unlucky to have such tenants.
Zhang Dadao didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He swept the things on the table to the ground, took them and looked at them! He took out one of the small paper bags and handed it to Wu Datou, saying, "Find a bowl, kill the chicken, and use the chicken blood to wash the cinnabar!"
Wu Datou was stunned for a moment, then nodded and left under Brother Long's gaze. Zhang Dadao spread out a piece of rice paper, found a disposable cup, poured some ink out, and directly soaked the brush in it. Brother Long asked the same question that Zheng Wen had asked with some curiosity: "Brother Zhang, what are you going to do?"
Zhang Dadao didn't talk about those messy things this time. Instead, he showed off very seriously: "You don't understand the rules of the ghost market, right?"
Brother Long looked confused, but Zheng Wen said, "Hold hands and negotiate prices, don't ask where you come from, don't light up, and disperse at dawn."
Zhang Dadao nodded and said, "There is another rule, which is to pay money to determine the position! In the past, ghost markets, except for those pure morning markets, were all places for selling stolen goods. Of course, there were backers behind them, but at this time when yin and yang were determined, there were also many wandering ghosts. In order to prevent accidents, they would ask experts to set rules. This is called paying money to determine the position!"
Zheng Wen was also dumbfounded. Seeing Brother Long looking at him with a questioning look on his face, he quickly shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of this. What exactly is going on?"
"Just put a jar at the entrance of the ghost market, and people who go in have to put money in it to show that they are here to trade sincerely and will not harm anyone! When it's over, check the money inside. If there is ghost paper, it means a ghost has been there, and according to the rules, the people in the organization have to find someone to help the ghost to be reincarnated!" Zhang Dadao explained casually.
"Ah! I've heard of this. In the past, there was a rule that when encountering a ghost, one had to throw money into a jar. But it doesn't seem to be like this. It's said that there is water in the jar, and those whose money sink are people, and those whose money floats are ghosts!" Zheng Wen also told him what he had heard.
Zhang Dadao was very happy, and didn't explain which one was true. In fact, he himself didn't know there was such a situation as Zheng Wen said. Brother Long and Zheng Wen looked at each other, and then said, "It's not good for you to do it without telling me, right? Didn't you say that you have to ask the organization to invite you? If you put this jar without telling him, it will be bad if he is not happy at that time! After all, we are outsiders, and the ghost market organized this time is a local snake, and I heard that he is very capable!"
Zheng Wen also said, "Yes, it's better to have less trouble than more. Didn't you get tens of thousands from Mr. Wang? You're not that short of money, are you?"
"Alas!" Zhang Dadao sighed, wiped away his non-existent tears, and said in a low voice: "Children of poor families have to grow up early! I have no parents, I have to earn my own tuition and find a job! I have to rely on myself to get married, buy a house and a car in the future. How can these tens of thousands of yuan be enough! I want to rob a bank or a tomb! If I can catch a zongzi or something, wouldn't I make a lot of money by holding an exhibition?"
As soon as these words came out, Brother Long and Zheng Wen both shuddered and forgot to continue persuading Zhang Dadao. Liuzi even came up and asked : "Are there really zongzi?"
Zhang Dadao stirred the brush and said, "Yes! But you don't usually come across them. Most of them are rotten. Look at the archaeologists who were so happy when they found a half-finished Zongzi in Mawangdui. If you really come across one that can move, wouldn't it be worth 18 million?"
Brother Long and Zheng Wen shook their heads at the same time and said, "If we really meet someone who can move, we will run as far away as possible!"
Zhang Dadao said happily: "You are just scaring yourself. Even if it can really move, can this zongzi be more powerful than a gun? You will definitely die if you get shot, right? You may not ? I can't tell you laymen. The most feared thing for tomb robbers is the quicksand trap. This thing has a long shelf life! It is difficult to deal with, and it is the real powerful thing!"
Brother Long and Zheng Wen looked at each other, a glimmer of gold in their eyes. Liu Zi was about to speak when Zheng Wen kicked him hard. He snorted and held it back. Zhang Dadao soaked the brush and wrote with a long and fast stroke. In a few strokes, he finished a line of big characters:
"Throw money and coins to determine whether you are a human or a ghost, and get rid of wealth to avoid disasters and avoid the blame of ghosts and gods!"
As soon as he finished writing, Brother Long asked a question, which almost ruined Zhang Dadao's writing.
"Little brother Zhang, you are not the kind of Taoist priest who specializes in tomb robbing in novels, are you?" Brother Long looked at Zhang Dadao seriously, with a fiery and hopeful gaze, which made Zhang Dadao shiver involuntarily. He thought to himself: "This look is so similar to the one when the "movie emperor" thought I was the director? Damn, is this guy also sick?"
