Si Chen's head buzzed!

For a long time, I didn't respond.

Mao Yuanchao smoked Si Chen and said proudly:

"Brother Chen, let me tell you, there are really treasures in this big tomb we dug!"

"Big baby! They're all bronze!"

"Yunhu said that those big customers like bronze wares."

"The older it is, the more valuable it is! The ones with patterns and inscriptions are more valuable than the bare ones."

"The higher the status of the tomb owner, the more valuable it is!"

Si Chen felt a headache coming from time to time and asked:

"While you're on vacation, cross the Yellow River, go to Chang'an, and dig up the terracotta warriors and horses!"

Mao Yuanchao couldn't figure out what it meant. His eyes suddenly lit up and he gave Si Chen a thumbs up and praised:

"My Brother Chen has the vision! OK, you take the lead, and the little brothers will follow you to do something big!"

Si Chen:......-_-||

My dear cousin! What the hell! Look at your feet!!!

"Ouch! Brother Chen, why are you kicking me!" Mao Yuanchao screamed when Si Chen kicked him.

Si Chen was so angry that he cursed: "You little bastard, can't you be a good human being? If you learn to be a thief, how can you rob any tomb!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Brother Chen, stop kicking me, stop it! If you have something to say, please say it!" Mao Yuan couldn't even run away.

Si Chen tightly controlled his arm with his left hand, and used his right foot to output wildly.

"You idiot! Your father is now the top leader in the county and has a bright and promising future."

"What about you? It's inappropriate for a good high-ranking cadre's son to imitate others and engage in these unsavory activities!"

"Tomb robber? Rob your uncle!"

"Are you short of money and spending it, or are you too idle to find excitement?"

"You also made trouble for a group of young brothers in the class, Mao Yuanchao, so you will die for me!"

Facing Si Chen's intensive "civilian and military" troops, Mao Yuanchao almost burst into tears:

"Brother! Dear brother! Stop fighting! I'm short of money, I'm short of money!"

When Si Chen heard this, he became even more angry: "You little brat, you don't have enough money for wool!"

"My snack factory gives you wholesale prices at a low price, and you are almost making more than your Qi Aunt's non-staple food counter. What kind of money do you lack?"

"Besides, if you're short of money, why don't you take the more serious path?"

"Can't your seventh aunt take care of you? Or do you think that if I'm far away, you can run wild and run around?"

"Mao Yuanchao, believe it or not, I pushed you down and filled in this robbery hole!"

Mao Yuanchao made a plop and knelt down to Si Chen:

"Brother! Stop fighting. Just listen to what I have to say first, okay?"

Si Chen was tired from beating, so he let go temporarily and took a breath.

Mao Yuanchao cried and said:

"Brother Chen, my grandma was ill last time, and my family still owes you and Qi Aunt money."

"Although I work hard selling snacks, I only make 20,000 yuan in the whole year."

"Brother Chen, I still owe you 80,000 yuan!"

When Si Chen heard that he had a reason for the incident, his anger gradually subsided and he said:

"There's no need to worry about the money."

"I think we should pay it back as soon as possible! Your money is all earned, not blown by the wind, right?"

Si Chen sighed and said: "But you are doing this tomb robbing thing, I would rather not get the money!"

Mao Yuanchao, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly stood up, scratched his neck and said:

"What's wrong with tomb robbing? It's not illegal!"

Si Chen's eyelids twitched fiercely and he asked, "Who told you that?!"

"Yunhu!" Mao Yuanchao said matter-of-factly:

"Yunhu said that these things in the ancient tomb are all within the scope of 'destroying the four olds'."

"Anyway, they are all leftovers from feudal society. In the new society, we don't care about them."

"There is a pile of scrap metal buried here. I can make some money by digging it up and selling it."

"It can be considered that these junk gadgets from the old society have contributed to our people!"

Si Chen's forehead almost had veins popping out as he asked in a deep voice:

"Is Song Yunhu also involved?"

Song Yunhu, a gangster from Sichen's sixth aunt's family.

"Yes, Yunhu Luziye can contact big buyers." Mao Yuanchao said with a proud face:

"Yunhu said that the wealthy businessmen on Hong Kong Island like these scraps of metal."

"Everything dug out of the graves of our dead is treated as cultural relics."

"Brother Chen, do you think these rich people have something wrong with their brains? Hahaha!"

Si Chen was so angry that he raised his foot again, kicking and cursing:

"You have a stupid brain! I asked you to read more, but if you don't read, are you ignorant?"

"What the hell is this scrap metal? This is bronze!"

"This is a cultural relic!"

"Mao Yuanchao, if you dare to sell this thing, you will be shot!"

"What?!" Mao Yuanchao was completely stunned. He didn't feel bad about being kicked. He stared and asked:

"Brother Chen, what do you mean, why did you get shot?"

…

Half an hour later.

Mao Yuanchao led a team of about a dozen shabby-looking teenagers, standing in the snow behind the small house in the brick-burning factory.

In front of them, stood several people with frosty faces——

Mao Yiming, Zheng Zhi, Song Ci, Si Chen.

In the row behind, stood Mrs. Si, Si Qiuju, Si Yin and Song Tianfu.

At the entrance of the brick-burning factory, Sili Ge and Yan Lixia stood guard at the door to prevent others from accidentally entering.

Not far away, Sixth Aunt Si Xueqin took two steps and kicked her son Song Yunhu over:

"Go and stand there! Look at what you've done!"

A group of half-grown teenagers dare not say a word!

terrible!

Zheng Zhi!

The feared King Zheng of Yuanmeng County!

The little brothers were called out by Si Chen from the thief's cave, and they all had black and gray faces.

Si Chen knows everyone, he is from Mao Yuanchao's class, and he used to play Contra with Si Chen.

Later, he rode his bicycle everywhere to promote various activities of the Heijin Town Department Store for Sichen.

To put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of ignorant boys who got into trouble.

Zheng Zhi also made a special trip back home, put on his own uniform, and brought several of his men with him, which was full of intimidation.

He stepped forward, faced a group of young fools, and said majestically:

"Those who are celebrating the Chinese New Year, if you don't celebrate the New Year at home, you come to the barren mountains and ridges to dig graves, who gave you the courage!"

The last sentence can be said to be full of energy, not angry but powerful!

Some timid people in the crowd were so frightened that they cried.

In Yuanmeng County, how to comfort disobedient children?

It usually goes something like this: "Don't cry! If you cry again, I'll throw you to Zheng, the King of Hell!"

"Listen! Someone is coming outside, is it Zheng King of Hell? Stop crying!"

"Disobedient? Believe it or not, I will send you to King Zheng of Hell!"

The legendary King of Hell, Zheng, who always caught and shot countless criminals, was standing in front of them at this moment.

The teenagers are scared to death! Okay?

Zheng Zhi's stern gaze was like a knife, cutting through the young men one by one.

Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word!

Zheng Zhi waved his hand, and the person under his hand picked up a Fang Zun bronze vessel.

He said: "Do you know what kind of cultural relic this is? Preliminary judgment is that Fang Zun of the Shang Dynasty was the robber. The principal culprit was shot and the accomplice was sentenced to life imprisonment!"
Chapter completed!