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Chapter 1757: A Chan Monk

When Zhao Xu heard this, his face suddenly lit up and he asked Zhan Ying, "Zhan Ying, where is your uncle and what is his name?"

"I only know that he lives in Yancheng and his Buddhist name is Yichan Monk. As for his lay name, I don't know." Zhanying explained.

"Yancheng? Is it Yancheng in the prefecture-level city below the provincial capital?" Zhao Xu asked.

"Yes!" Zhanying nodded.

When Zhao Xu heard this, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called Interpol Su Rou.

"Officer Su, I have something to ask you!" Zhao Xu said straight to the point.

Su Rou thought Zhao Xu was looking for her to eradicate the Dongchang terrorist organization, so she asked: "Have you found the address of the altar?"

"Not yet! I want you to help me check for a person. This person used to be from the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. Now he lives in Yancheng. His Buddhist name is Yichan Monk."

"Search people?" Su Rou said coldly: "Brother Zhao, I am an Interpol police officer! I am not a police officer from the police station. For such things as searching people, you can just ask Bai Man."

"That cousin of yours, Zhou Baiman?" Zhao Xu asked.

"Yes! I don't have her phone number."

"I'll send it to you!"

After Su Rou hung up the phone, she sent her cousin Zhou Baiman's phone number to Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu followed the phone number Su Rou sent and dialed it directly.

"Hello! I'm Zhou Baiman, who are you?" Zhou Baiman asked.

"Officer Zhou, this is Zhao Xu."

"Oh, it's you!" Zhou Baiman didn't expect that Zhao Xu would call him, and said jokingly to Zhao Xu: "Mr. Zhao, you called me, do you want to date me?"

Li Qingqing was sitting next to Zhao Xu and happened to hear these words. She stretched out her hand on Zhao Xu's thigh, pinched him lightly, and glared at him.

Zhao Xu felt so innocent!

I didn't expect Zhou Baiman to make such a joke with him.

Zhao Xu immediately cut into the topic and said, "Officer Zhou, I have a serious matter with you."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Baiman asked.

"I want you to help me check for a person. He lives in Yancheng. He was a monk in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion with the name Yichan Monk."

"Iwa City? Okay. I'll give them a call. I'll let you know if there's any news later."

"Thank you, Officer Zhou."

"Then I helped you, do you have to treat me to dinner?" Zhou Baiman suddenly asked.

When Zhao Xu saw his wife Li Qingqing staring at him, he coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "Eating is not a trivial matter. When you finish it for me, I will treat you to dinner."

"That's what you said." Zhou Baiman happily hung up the phone.

After Zhao Xu hung up the phone, Li Qingqing was about to hold Zhao Xu accountable when she heard Zhao Xu say with a smile: "Qingqing, when I invite Officer Zhou to dinner, I will take you with me."

"That's pretty much it!" Li Qingqing smiled with satisfaction.

Zhan Ying and Luo Ning, seeing the young couple Zhao Xu and Li Qingqing stumbling over each other, chose to remain silent. However, they felt that this young couple was quite interesting.

Zhao Xu saw that the situation was slightly embarrassing and said: "Let's eat!"

So, while eating, I chatted with Zhan Ying and Luo Ning.

After dinner, Zhao Xu specially sent Zhan Ying and Luo Ning to wait for him in the car. He took his wife Li Qingqing to visit the "flea market" for a while.

Yang Xing received a report from his subordinates, saying that Zhao Xu took Li Qingqing to visit the "flea market" again, and sent some photos of the scene.

The photo is very clear, there are only two people, Zhao Xu and Li Qingqing.

Yang Xing asked his subordinates: "Are you sure Zhao Xu didn't bring anyone else with him?"

"I brought two of them, the Shaolin lay disciple and the Wudang lay disciple we imprisoned in the Cloud Tower. Their cultivation is ranked among the top 100 in the local rankings."

"Didn't you see Chen Xiaodao and Nong Quan?" Yang Xing asked.

"No!" the man replied.

Yang Xing frowned when he heard this.

He felt that something was strange and abnormal.

Although Zhao Xu's kung fu is good, if Yang Xing unites with several masters from Dongchang, he can definitely defeat Zhao Xu.

The provincial capital is the headquarters of "Dongchang", yet Zhao Xu dared to openly take his pregnant wife shopping.

What puzzled Yang Xing even more was that with Zhao Xu's wealth, he should go shopping in high-end shopping malls. How could he go to a "flea market", a place full of cheap items and fakes?

If the masked man in black robe hadn't repeatedly warned Yang Xing not to touch Zhao Xu. With Yang Xing's vengeful character, he would have led people to kill Zhao Xu long ago.

In desperation, Yang Xing ordered his subordinates: "Keep an eye on Zhao Xu and Li Qingqing to see what tricks they are playing?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang!"

"Zhao Xu is very powerful in Kung Fu, so don't get too close." Yang Xing warned.

"Understood!" the subordinate responded.

Flea market!

Zhao Xu and Li Qingqing wandered around the market for nearly an afternoon, but they found nothing. Zhao Xu actually picked it up and bought a snuff bottle.

This snuff bottle is called a pocket art, and the stall owner just thinks it is a fake. But Zhao Xu has seen many rare antiques since he was a child, and he has a slight appreciation for antiques. Although he is not at the expert level, his eyesight is

Much stronger than ordinary people.

The stall owner saw that Zhao Xu and Li Qingqing had extraordinary temperament, so he fell in love with the snuff bottle and sold it to them. He asked for a thousand yuan, but Zhao Xu finally counter-offered to six hundred yuan.

As everyone knows, the market value of this snuff bottle is at least 20,000 yuan. In other words, a net profit of at least 20,000 yuan is required.

Although Zhao Xu is not short of 20,000 yuan, his addiction to picking up leaks will bring him great inner satisfaction and achievement.

Li Qingqing didn't quite understand the market value of this kind of snuff bottle, but seeing that Zhao Xu insisted on buying it, she knew that this snuff bottle was not an ordinary thing.

The stall owner purchased this snuff bottle from a rural area and only spent 80 yuan at that time. He suddenly made more than 500 yuan, which made the stall owner very happy.

After buying the snuff bottle, Zhao Xu took Li Qingqing and walked towards the parking place.

Li Qingqing asked Zhao Xu in a low voice: "What did you spend 600 yuan on for this little thing?"

Zhao Xu smiled and explained to Li Qingqing: "Qingqing, you don't know this! This snuff bottle is a real item from the Qing Dynasty. Its current market value is at least more than 20,000 yuan. I spent 600 yuan on it.

I just found it and made more than 20,000 yuan in one afternoon. Is your husband great?"

Li Qingqing rolled her eyes at Zhao Xu and said, "Then you still bargain with the stall owner?"

Zhao Xu smiled and said: "Qingqing, haven't you found that bargaining is a kind of fun? From now on, even if we don't run a company, I can still support the three of you by going to the flea market every day to pick up things."

"Come on! Do you think you can find leaks every day? Many of the foreign trade clothes sold in that market are fake. Most of the small appliances sold in that market have been repaired. You! Don't get carried away just because you get a small discount."

Zhao Xu looked embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

At this time, Zhou Baiman called.

Zhao Xu saw that it was Zhou Baiman's call and immediately picked up the call.
Chapter completed!
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