Wang Sujuan has a family, and she talks very generously to the man who has made her trampled shoes.

In today's terms, it's social oxbacco disease, and there must be many people who know this personality.

Because of the sack, I became curious about this person's identity. If I were a regular army member, I should have heard of it more or less. If I were born in a wild way, it would not be necessary.

Even if I met with him after smoking a cigarette, I wanted to talk to him, so I kept chatting with him. While chatting, the factory director Wang Sujuan walked over in high heels.

"Yeah, Director Wang is done with work. Are you free? Let's talk about business?"

"It's Lao Yang," Wang Sujuan smiled and said, "It's not over yet. There is still a customer to receive later."

Although it was just a normal chat, the two of them secretly met each other and I saw them all.

I guess if I wasn't there, they would hold them together.

The man's name is Yang Kun, but it's not that Yang Kun, but it just happens to be the same as the name. This man is from Xi'an. He drove a Jinbei at that time, and said to the public that he was doing a canned food wholesale business in Xianyang.

I said it straight away that he was secretly a tomb robber. Wang Sujuan was one of his women. Director Wang didn't know what he did.

The Buddha statue of the six-armed Lord was offered to him, and Wang Sujuan's office was the den for hiding things. I chased the clues of the deadly coffee and broke it after I chased it here.

This is the first time I have seen Yang Kun. I remember it very clearly, it was at the beginning of 2003, January 8th.

He didn't know my true identity at that time, but I knew he was a tomb robber. He was not a Northern Sect, and he had no master, but a wild path.

The canning factory usually get off work in the evening, but for some reason that day, it was particularly early to get off work, and the factory got off work around 2 o'clock. Qian Xinhan found me with an angry look on his face and said, "Hey! What are you going to do? Why are you talking nonsense

I am your girlfriend! Now everyone in the factory knows it!”

I didn't admit that I said it, I just said that I didn't say it, they guessed it themselves.

"Then why don't you explain! What should I do if Brother Dabao knows!"

I muttered, "You are so beautiful, I want to satisfy your superiority, so I didn't explain it to them. I'm sorry."

"Why...."

After hearing this, Qian Xinhan sighed helplessly: "I know I am very beautiful, but you must recognize your identity, otherwise we will not even have ordinary friends."

"There is one more thing I forgot to say, what kind of fried cakes are you? They are too salty and can't eat them at all."

I thought to myself that's right, it would be strange if it's not salty, so I poured half a bag of salt.

....

I didn't go back to Lao Qian's house at night, so I sat alone at a food stall on the side of the road and ordered a fried cold skin.

Sitting on the stool, I called Mr. Zhao in Xiangxi and asked where I had asked.

Mr. Zhao said: "I know I'm anxious. My apprentice and I got on the train. I originally wanted to do a express train, but it turned out to be a slow train. I stopped at the station. I guess I won't be able to arrive in Xianyang tomorrow morning, and it may be noon."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, thank you for your hard work. See you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, I called Mr. Wu again, and I said I wanted to see Xiaomi, where do you live?

Mr. Wu said: "You don't use it now. We live in a black hotel. Just be careful about your own safety. If you come, it's not safe. Then the child is with Jinmiao Guicao Po. I'll see you tomorrow."

After more than ten seconds, the person who answered the phone was replaced by Xiaomi.

"Brother Feng, I don't have to worry about me now. Brother Yu and the others are gone. I'm so worried about your safety. Have you eaten? Grandma Ghost Grass said you should eat more salt."

When I thought that Xiaomi might have to go to a faraway place to treat the disease, my nose felt sore, and I smiled and said, "I'm fine. After eating it, you must listen to Mr. Wu and Jin Miao. Our helpers will arrive tomorrow."

"Yeah..." Xiaomi said and started sobbing in a low voice.

Mr. Wu answered the phone again.

"What are you doing? You are separated from life and death. You are not dead yet. You are dead."

Dou...Dudu, I called Yu Ge again.

"Sorry, you called..."

The phone was out of touch, and I could only guess that it was because of some reason that Luo Jiashan hid Brother Yu and Hong's eyes, so there should be no accident.

After all, Luojiashan is not a simple person. He is a tomb robber who returned to the level. To be honest, there are only three people who escaped from the Hei Shui City incident. Jiuqingshui, whose whereabouts are unknown, Luojiashan, whose bones are broken, and Wang Xiansheng, who escapes unsuccessfully.

, So Aunt Luo is not simple, I hope they will contact me as soon as possible.

Sitting on the side of the road and eating fried cold noodles, I thought about it and called Jae Tou again. Jae Tou was in the industry and had a wide connection. I asked him if he knew someone named Yang Kun.

"Yang Kun...... I haven't heard of it, from Xi'an?"

I said yes.

"Yunfeng, I don't know this person, but I know there is a man named Yang Bing in Xi'an. Both of them have surnames Yang. Will there be any connection?"

My head and I were talking on the phone, and suddenly the headlights came over, making my eyes unable to open.

After the headlights were turned off, I first heard the sound of the door slamming, and then saw three people getting out of the car and sitting at another table in the food stall.

"Haha, such a coincidence, it's such a cold day. I didn't expect you to eat cold skin here, brother."

"I'll hang up first, I'll meet an acquaintance."

"It's a coincidence. I didn't expect that Brother Yang, you came here for dinner, too." The person who spoke was Yang Kun, whom I met in the canning factory during the day.

"Hey, we have eaten here all year round, so it's a good bite. Lao Qin, three portions of fried cold skin, white, don't have yellow noodles, add more gluten and more chili."

"Brother, come to this table, let's eat together." After ordering the meal, he waved to me.

I was not polite, and I took the bowl over.

There were two other men at the table, one with a shaved head, looking in his forties, the other about fifty years old, with a tuft of yellow hair dyed in front of his head.

Yang Kun asked with a smile: "I have time to ask during the day, brother, you are very young, what is your name?"

I named a fake name and said that my name is Xiang Feng, and he really believed it.

What I didn't know at the time was that it was because of the pseudonym I casually claimed that I escaped.

I said before that there was a person named Yang Bing (bin) in Xi'an, who was indeed Yang Kun's eldest brother. Let me talk about Yang Bing. Many people in Xi'an who are about 40 years old should have heard of him.

This man worked as a special effects photographer at the Xi'an studio in his early years. Later, he used his relationship to go to the Shanghai Art Film Studio. Have you ever seen a cartoon called Tianshu Qitan?

When filming this cartoon, Yang Kun and Yang Bing participated.

Later, in the 1990s, it became popular to go into business, which was to make a lot of money. Many people resigned, and Yang Bing also resigned in line with the trend of the industry. He started a fashion clothing wholesale business. At the beginning, he sold the knee loopholes and brought iron.

Chain's jeans made a lot of money, but later switched to women's clothing, but lost all his money.

In 1996, the auction house culture rose, and he began to buy cultural relics. Because of the failure of the clothing business, he had no capital. He began to learn to robbery by himself. Because of his good mind, there were many ancient tombs in Xi'an at that time, and there were many people selling some in the business.

I quickly tasted the sweetness and made a small million.

Gradually, he became more and more courageous and set up a tomb robbery gang of about 30 people. He spent a lot of money to invite a Northern Schoolman to look for undiscovered wild tombs in the wilderness of Xi'an.

Some people don’t know that the later movie “Chang'an Thieves” refers to this person.

And that tomb is the tomb of Empress Zhenshun of Tang and the tomb of Concubine Wu Hui.

The archives say that he started stealing Jingling in the spring of 2004, but it is not entirely true. He started preparing this year in the winter of 2003, and there are still many things that others don’t know. Next chapter I will continue to talk to this person.

Afterwards contact.

Let's talk about the other two people who ate cold skin. The dyed hair nicknamed Lao Huangmao. This man was recruited by Yang Kun. Later, he recommended him to work as a geotechnician for his brother. Lao Huangmao was cutting Wu Huifei's heavy body.

During the sarcophagus, the right hand was cut off due to a chainsaw. Later, there was no news (maybe he died).

The one who shaves his buzzhead is not an ordinary person. His name is Wei Xiaogang, from Shanxi. He has lived in Xianyang for a long time and specializes in stealing ancient pagodas and pagodas in Shaanxi. He started working in 1993. I guess he has stolen at least 60 ancient pagodas.

There were many fine Buddha statues that flowed out of his hands. I guess the six-armed dead tree in the canning factory was stolen from under a pagoda palace and sold it to Yang Kun, who was also a friend at the time.

Kun was enshrined in the canning factory again.

I met this person in January 2003.

A year later, in 2004, he was arrested when he returned to Shanxi to deliver goods to the coal boss and was sentenced to fifteen years by the Xinxiang County Prefecture Court.

After the commutation of sentence, he was released in 2011.

This man is a bit of a huge match. He just released it for two or three months, and he went to steal Qingfan Temple in Xingping, Shaanxi. It was still an old routine. He rented a house near Qingfan Temple, making sesame cakes during the day and selling sesame cakes at night.

I dug a hole in the house, dug a horizontal well, and directly dug it into the underground palace.

It is said that he sold more than 20 million yuan in the batch of goods in Qingfan Temple because there is a little Ashoka pagoda, which is smaller than the one I sold. Actually, it is not. I heard from my friend that it only sold more than 4 million yuan in total.

Wei Xiaogang's father also stole the pagoda. He inherited his father's business. Now it's 2021, and he probably won't be able to get out, so he will live in it in the rest of his life.

I guess he had forgotten it long ago.

That night in January 2003.
Chapter completed!