Seeing that the market below quickly calmed down, Fatty Sun continued to say to the investigator who followed him: "Did you see Director Ouyang? He didn't feel suspicious, right?"

The investigator said: "Director Ouyang is in the No. 73 stall. The car has a new face, and he doesn't know him when he is face to face. I'm not looking for people in the bureau. At most, he will think that someone discovered the commotion caused by the ghost messenger in the underworld, which will not lead to Sun Ju you."

Fatty Sun nodded with a smile, and then said to himself: "Brother, I just said that this little Taoist priest is extraordinary. Kong Dalong is really ignorant. Even if he doesn't have the two money from Boss Gao, he can still eat delicious food and drink in his whole life..."

Before Fat Sun could finish his words, the investigator in charge of monitoring the ghost market spoke again: "Sun Ju, Director Ouyang took his men to retreat. There were a total of six people, and they were heading to the east exit..."

Fatty Sun glanced at the watch, then got up and changed into the uniform of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and said to the investigator: "It's not me that I said, what treasure did Ouyang Panzuo and the others get?"

"The investigators in Room 5 were all empty-handed. Director Ouyang bought an old watch at stall No. 3 and a jacket at stall No. 21. Then he kept wandering around various old book stalls, but he didn't buy anything more."

Hearing Ouyang's left hand empty, Sun Desheng smiled, then picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and said, "Twenty minutes later, the two mouths of the east and the west began to hedge. The key points were drawn - neither of them could pull down..."

While speaking, Fatty Sun was still a little depressed in front of the car at the old book stall. He should have been used as a gun by Fatty Sun, but what happened was that his gun was not at all clues.

Just as the car was hesitating whether to find Fatty Sun first, the market began to stir up. A hundred or ten tax officials, inspectors from the street exits, and auxiliary police officers from the local police stations rushed in from the east-west exits of the street. After these people appeared, the vendors who set up stalls began to panic. They pushed their cars one after another, preparing to leave from another exit.

Unexpectedly, there were also a large number of government personnel on the opposite side. This street was also unethical, with only two exits from east to west, and both sides were exterior walls of residential buildings. I couldn’t find a place to escape.

It's nothing if it's just industrial and commercial people, and those police officers can't mess with each other. However, these small vendors quickly realized that they were just selling worthless old goods, which at best was to disrupt market order, and even operate without a license or evasion of taxes. At most, it was education and education.

Seeing that some of these inspectors were wearing the same uniform as themselves, Che Qianzi seemed to understand something. He squeezed into the crowd and saw Sun Desheng wearing industrial and commercial uniforms. At this time, he was holding a loudspeaker and explaining to several excited vendors: "It's not me that you people are justified in occupying the road every day. It's not a big sin to buy and sell used goods, but you have harmed foreign friends and thrown their faces abroad?

Last month, an American bought Zhang Tang Bohu's erotic palace here. Are you embarrassed to pee and make it old? They put on the plane with ancient paintings and wanted to study in the cabin, but when they opened the cabin, they felt pissy. Now this matter is too big, and the relevant departments have specially issued documents to deal with it seriously. If you don't find someone selling fake paintings for a day, you won't think about opening this market again in one day. Who can register the information of all the vendors..."

Halfway through the talk, Fatty Sun found Che Qianzi in the crowd. He squeezed at the Taoist priest, and then handed the horn to the staff around him. Then he walked over and pulled Che Qianzi behind him, and said with a smile: "Brother, I know you have the ability. I'll wait for the end of the matter to go back, I'll do it..."

"You're welcome, wait until you're the first seventh day and have a drink together." Che Qianzi grabbed Fatty Sun's arm tightly and stared at him and said, "Speak directly, if you can't understand, you'll stay in the hospital for half a year..."

Seeing Fatty Sun being stopped by the car, the investigator who followed him was about to come to rescue the siege. However, Sun Desheng stopped him and said, "You guys are busy with yours. This is my brother. I'm upset. I'll advise you guys... You should register what you should be, and you should confiscate what you should be confiscated... Little brother, let's say in the car..."

As he said that, Fat Sun took Che Qianzi to a van with tax inspection in front. After getting on the bus, he smiled and said to Che Qianzi: "Brother, I have no choice but to do this. I can't tell you the matter in a hurry and I can't tell you. I can only aggrieved you, little brother. Let go of your hand first, I will tell you..."

While speaking, Fatty Sun looked at the watch, then pointed to the market and said, "Did you see this ghost market? Locals also called the morning market. Don't think that it's just buying and selling a few old goods, ragged, and the water inside is deep... Don't look at the small scale, just like this street, but when there were Jiuhe Rivers in the late Qing Dynasty, there was this ghost market.

All kinds of buying and selling old goods are pretexts, and there are yin and yang in the ghost market. I dare not say that there are too many, at least one-tenth of the stalls cannot be called "people".

There are those who sell underworld weapons, and those who buy and sell some magic weapons and classics. However, because they have never done anything out of the ordinary, Gao has always turned a blind eye and closed his eyes during his reign. This is a place where the polls cannot even get into the hands. The clues to dealing with many incidents were found here..."

Sun Desheng put a lot of effort into the ghost market. On the way to Jiuhe, he searched the information left by the old polling bureau through the computer. Unexpectedly, the water here was so deep that even Boss Gao dared to move easily. No wonder Yang Xiao found himself. He could not do it if he changed to another person (similar to Yang Shushu).

Listening to Sun Desheng's silence, an impatient look appeared on Che Qianzi's face. He directly interrupted Fatty Sun and said, "Does this have something to do with me? Why did you bring me here? I asked this, do you want to take you to the hospital and think about it..."

Before Che Qianzi finished speaking, someone suddenly heard a voice outside the van: "Sun Ju Chang, let's talk?"

Hearing the sound familiar, Che Qianzi couldn't help but turn his head and look out the window, and saw the owner of the wonton stall standing outside the car door. Although he was speaking at Sun Desheng, the hunchbacked boss did not look inside the car while talking, and stared at the noisy ghost market.

"Just chat..." Fatty Sun smiled. He didn't open the car door and just rolled down the window. He continued through the car door: "It's still early before dawn. I thought you'll be there in an hour before you come to me. Let's talk quickly. I have a lot to do..."

"You have a big fuss this time. Gao Liang dared not do this when he was alive. There are big figures in the ghost market, and it is not good for anyone to make a fuss." Hunchback continued to stare at the ghost market. After pausing for a moment, he calmed down and continued, "We have never dealt with Sun Juchang before, to show sincerity. This is a little bit of a small meaning..."

While speaking, a small sandalwood box appeared in his hand like a magic trick, and handed it to Fatty Sun, then continued: "There is nothing to hide from Sun Juchang. We can't afford to delay the shipment recently. After these days, we still have a heart..."

Before he could finish his words, Fatty Sun had already opened the box, which was a bead the size of a table tennis ball, and it emitted a faint light in the dark environment.

Che Qianzi didn't know anything anymore, and he knew that this was the legendary Ye Mingzhu. When he was surprised, he saw Fatty Sun smiled and stuffed the beads into his hand and said, "Take it back for the child to play with. I have this thing. I didn't say, if I think it's too small, I'll ask your sister-in-law to change it..."
Chapter completed!