He didn't shy away. He made a call right in front of me. In the call, he was speaking in Cantonese slang, "Boss, what's up..."

The phone kept ringing, and the fat boss frowned. He rambled on for a while, but I didn't understand what he was saying. However, I understood his last sentence: "Throw Lei's mother away."

"What's going on? What happened?" I asked.

The fat boss looked at me with a frown as he explained.

After hearing that, I didn't react at all. How could this be...?

原来，胖老板打电话联系的那边也是个跑港仔，不过这哥们能和金主直接对接，但刚才人家说，三件龙肉货能要，但必须我们亲自带过去，在人家指定的地方看货交易。

This is a tough one, the items should still be in Shun De. How can we get a large shipment there safely?

When leaving, the fat boss whispered to him, "Little brother, everyone wants to make money, but the problem is this money is hot. Go back and discuss with Wang Xiangshen. You guys have too many people, and the risk of transporting it over there is too high. If you really can't do it, just give me a discount and leave it here. I'll take the responsibility whether it's a loss or a profit."

“Oh? Keeping you cheap like this? How much are you willing to let me keep you for?” I asked.

"Well..." he rubbed his hands nervously and said, "Let's just say twenty altogether. Plus those three pieces of dragon meat. I'll take the risk alone."

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I almost blurted it out, 200,000? Including those three ancient Yue pattern bronze vessels? One is worth far more than 200,000! You're too greedy, Fatty.

Although I put on a cold face and said, "I'll go ask,"

"Alright, alright, you ask," the fat boss patted my shoulder heavily and said with a smile: "If we can make a deal in the end, don't worry, little brother, I won't treat you badly, you know?"

I didn't answer him, and turned to leave the antique shop.

The fat guy's meaning is very clear. This batch of goods isn't easy to sell, he wants to take over at an extremely low price. If I can broker this deal, he'll privately give me some money, of course, this kind of transaction has to be kept secret from the boss, only he and I know about it.

But he thinks too highly of me.

Back at the inn, was on the phone. After he finished the call, he asked, "How did it go, Yunfeng? Did you get in touch with Mr. Zhao?"

I honestly said, "Something went wrong. The person Zhao Boss contacted in Hong Kong refused to accept the goods. He said we had to personally deliver them, I guess he's scared."

Also, Boss Zhao wants to buy all of our goods privately for 200,000.

"200,000?" He was stunned for a moment before laughing, "This Zhao Fatty isn't new to us. Is he treating us like fools? 200,000 to feed beggars?"

I nodded and said, "You're right. This price is outrageous. Why don't we just keep it ourselves?"

"Keep it?" He tilted his head and poured himself a cup of tea, shaking his head. "We can't keep it, we're tomb robbers, not collectors."

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"Money in hand is the most practical."

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