Zhang Jiao glanced at Lu Wenhao and said expressionlessly: "Captain, I was almost killed by you this time, and I was transferred to a terrifying place like the Internal Affairs Bureau.

You can never get rid of just a smile on your face and say a few good words."

"Don't call me captain anymore," Lu Wenhao said with a dry smile: "You are now an agent of the Xiangbei Inner Bureau, and you are more powerful than the squadron leader in the Night Watching Force. Just call me a smoke ghost."

After that, his face changed like a book, and he said bitterly: "Brother, I know I'm sorry for you, but this time the incident was a complete accident.

It was all because Xiaobai's girlfriend was too unreliable and she provided fake news.

Alas, he is still stubborn and he is so angry that he is so angry."

"Don't talk about the topic, captain," Zhang Jiao curled his lips and said, "Everyone is right.

Although I believe in the Heavenly Father, I am not a fool who is ignorant of the world. I know that water is as clear as it will be without fish, and people are as careful as it will be without disciples. Therefore, you are concerned about my background and character when doing dirty work. I didn't tell me, and I am actually very grateful.

But everything depends on the result in the end. You almost died after you implicated me.

Now, I was treated as an abandoned son by the Xiangbei Inner Administration and threw it to the 15th District, and I didn’t even have a helper around me, so I hope you…”

"Oh, why are we talking about at the door of the public toilet?" But before he could express his request, Lu Wenhao suddenly shouted in a fuss: "Let's go, go, go, I have set a seat in Mingyue Tower. Xiaobai, the heavy artillery and the others are waiting there.

Let's go there quickly, and let's drink and eat and talk slowly."

He interrupted Zhang Jiao's words and forced him to walk forward, and disappeared at the corner of the street in a short while.

A few hours later, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Jiao slowly walked out of the "Mingyue" restaurant late at night, and walked towards the downward area as everyone in the Night Watchman C 9527 watched.

On the way, he thought to himself: "Sure enough, except for Xiaobai, they are all philandering old foxes.

Less than half a month ago, when everyone was a teammate, I felt like I could share life and death. Now I just talked clichés like a friend who was drinking and eating.

Since it is so reluctant, it is meaningless to force others to do something.

But since you are unkind, you can’t blame me for being unrighteous.”

Thinking of this, he unconsciously touched a thick stack of gold coupons in his pocket with his right hand. "The total of 10 gold coupons with a denomination of 10 gold coins is 100. Even if they make money after doing dirty work, they will lose money this time.

With this money, I don’t have to shamelessly ask Sister Xiaozhou for funding for the event.

After all, I am now a legendary strong man in a broad sense, so I have to be worth more.”

The road was long at night. As Zhangjiao walked past a dilapidated wooden door with a shop with a signature saying, "Pawn, mortgage, recycling, and selling antiques and jades," he turned in.

After so many years of decline in Nanyang, other materials have become more and more expensive, but the prices of antiques are slowly falling.

But after the situation stabilized slightly, there are still people among the people who either like or know how to make a profit from it, and insist on running this business.

The shops they run are usually open 24 hours a day to facilitate the circulation of some stolen goods.

Zhang Jiao actually didn't understand the rules here, but when he returned home after practicing swords, he often passed by this antique and jade shop. He vaguely remembered that he would not close even late, so he came here.

Now in his heart, Qiao Sheng, who was trapped in the South China Sea and could only follow the turbulent situation, and the legion specially used to gain fame and harvest soul fragments and vow points, these two characters can no longer be compared with Zhang Bao, who is far away from the secular sphere of influence of Wen Taoism.

In this case, it is natural to tilt the only material resources towards Zhang Bao's character.

Walking into the antique shop where only a dim light bulb is lit on the roof.

Zhang Jiao looked around and fixed his eyes on an old man sitting surrounded by iron railings behind the counter.

Walking over, he said slowly: "Old sir, can you see the jade artifact?"

"What you open is to do is to trade, of course." The old man who was still dozing off and looked sleepy with his eyes rolled up his eyelids and quickly looked at his eyes. The folds on his face were blooming and his smile bloomed.

Then he opened the drawer at the counter, took out a few small red cloth bags, opened them one by one, and placed them on the counter, revealing the crystal-clear bracelets, fingertips, waistbands and other items inside, "You can watch it slowly."

Although Zhang Jiao had never studied jade specifically, the Xiazong civilization has always been jade-oriented. Tens of thousands of years ago, there was the metaphor of "a gentleman is like jade". Those with noble identities all show their taste by wearing beautiful jade.

He was the lord and nobleman of Jiang Chu and the leader of the community in Nanyang before. He naturally had some top-quality jade artifacts, and he could tell that it was better.

He held the jade pieces in front of him in his hand and played with them for a while, frowned and said, "Is there such a special piece that is valuable, but small, and very inconspicuous?"

"Can the guest give an approximation?" the old man behind the counter pondered: "Do you want to see the valuable and small jade pieces?"

Zhang Jiao stretched out his thumb and shook it, "It's so big, then it's worth about 800 gold coins."

The old man seemed to have seen the world, and smiled and said, "A jade piece as big as a thumb can break four rings and two rings."

20 years ago, you really couldn’t get any top-quality jadeware at the price in Nanyang, but now you can buy some good products.”

As he said that, he got up and walked into the inner room. After a while, he walked out and lit a pair of rings, a pair of fingers carved into a cicada, and a small unicorn head that could be hollowed out on his belt to ward off evil spirits. He shone in front of Zhang Jiao.

He coughed and said, "It's boring to care about small money for big deals. These three are all 800 gold coins. We'll make a deal if you like.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t love it, but there’s nothing for you in my shop.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jiao picked up the jade cicada and smiled and said, "It's it, you can hold the 800 gold coin coupons."

He took out the voucher in his pocket, pointed out most of it, and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the gold coupon and passed by with his fingers, nodded and said, "I am a good jade, the product is real.

You are real money and silver, and you are always innocent.

This deal has been done.”

Zhang Jiao smiled, held the jade cicada in his hand, walked out of the antique shop, turned his head and took a look before leaving, thinking to himself: "The dead old man was obviously full of murderous aura, but he pretended to be old and weak.

It was still midnight, alone and without any precautions, I let me play with the jade pieces worth hundreds of gold coins.

I feel like I want to fish and enforce the law.

A ghost place like Nanyang is too hidden and lying on the tiger. People have unpredictable hearts. It is really right to have a cunning rabbit’s three holes.”
Chapter completed!