What kind of city was Jincheng?
Yue Heng's impression of this city in the past was not much different from most people from other provinces.
Northwest, drought, sandstorms, ancient, backward …
And a bowl of beef noodles as thin as a cicada's wing!
He got off the plane at Jincheng International Airport and took a taxi to the city.
It was a bit far and the taxi took more than an hour.
Yue Heng found that Jincheng was not as backward as he thought. Modern high-rise buildings were everywhere.
After all, as the provincial capital, it was still the economic and cultural center of the province.
Of course, it left the most impression.
It still had a historical style.
Yue Heng felt that he could only truly appreciate her charm if he lived here for a month or two.
Unfortunately, Yue Heng was not here for sightseeing.
After checking in at the hotel he booked in the city, Yue Heng went to his room to rest.
Then he left the hotel and rushed to his destination.
Sanfu District.
On the way to the city, Yue Heng looked up information on the Internet.
Sanfu District was an employee district of Jincheng's Third Textile Factory.
It was located in the southeast corner of the old city.
There were many shacks waiting to be demolished, which was a sharp contrast to the bustling and modern main city.
Sanfu District was not bad among them.
But the buildings inside were all from the 80s and 90s.
Yue Heng got off the car at the entrance of the district.
Although it was called a district, there was no decent property management.
There were more than a dozen trash cans on the side of the road, cars, motorcycles, and bicycles were parked randomly, and the advertisements on the telephone poles were arrogant and domineering.
Taking a closer look, the female lead printed on it was Fan Baoyi!
The great protector of the knife-stabbing cult should have nothing to say.
The fat gatekeeper sat on a rattan chair, his bald head drooping motionlessly.
If the old man could not snore from time to time, Yue Heng would have called an ambulance for him.
As for the residents who were coming in and out of the neighborhood, they were obviously used to this.
Yue Heng hesitated for a moment and walked inside.
"Wait!"
Yue Heng's footsteps had just stepped over the yellow line on the ground when he was stopped by someone, "Young man, what are you doing?"
Huh??
Yue Heng turned to look.
He was surprised to find the gatekeeper who had been sleeping soundly.
He was actually awake now.
He even pointed at the "Visitor Registration" sign next to him.
Yue Heng felt that this signboard was at least ten years old. The words on it had completely faded.
It was just that since he was stopped, it was not good for him to barge in boldly.
Although others could enter and leave freely.
"Sir."
Yue Heng took out Huazi Rule and handed him a cigarette: "I want to ask you, do you know which building Mr. Ma Minde's home is in?"
The fat grandpa took the cigarette and sniffed it. He grinned and asked, "Ma something de?"
Yue Heng was speechless.
The fat grandpa laughed and said, "I won't joke with you anymore. Ma Minde's house is in Room 502 of Block 3."
"Thank you."
Yue Heng stuffed half a pack of cigarettes into the man's hand.
The fat grandpa was a little embarrassed and asked, "Are you his relative?"
Yue Heng shook his head. "I'm looking for him for something."
The fat grandpa reminded him, "Old Ma has a bad temper and has a bad relationship with his neighbors. Be careful."
It was not a dragon's lair or a tiger's den.
Yue Heng thanked him again and quickly found Block 3.
The Sanfu District was not big. There were a total of seven or eight buildings, all of which were six-story terraced houses.
The corridor was dilapidated and narrow. The residents had put up shoe racks and other miscellaneous items. The walls were covered with all kinds of small advertisements.
The air was filled with the smell of oil and smoke.
It was almost dinner time.
He came to the fifth floor and knocked on the door of Room 502.
The person who opened the door was a white-haired old man.
He was tall and thin and looked a little fierce. When he saw Yue Heng, he frowned. "Who are you looking for?"
His tone was aggressive.
"Hello."
Yue Heng asked, "Are you Mr. Ma Minde?"
"I am Ma Minde."
The white-haired old man was very impatient. "Let me tell you. We don't have money and can't afford anything!"
After that, he was about to close the door.
Yue Heng, who was mistaken as a salesman, quickly stopped him. "Mr. Ma, I'm not here to sell products. I heard that you have a Tang Hengdao at home. I'm willing to pay a high price …"
This Tang Hengdao was the purpose of Yue Heng's visit.
It was a very special item!
"What Tang Hengdao?"
However, before Yue Heng could finish his words, Ma Minde's expression changed again. "Who are you listening to? I don't have what you want. Hurry up and leave!"
Bang!
The door was suddenly slammed shut and almost hit Yue Heng's nose.
F * ck!
Yue Heng's self-restraint was very good, but he was a little annoyed by this old man's bad attitude.
It was no wonder that the fat gatekeeper had specially reminded him.
After thinking about it, Yue Heng knocked on the door again. "Mr. Ma, I'm very sincere …"
"Get out!"
Yue Heng: "…"
Although he was very unwilling, since the other party didn't have the slightest intention to give up, he could only retreat temporarily.
He would think of another way.
Otherwise, would he just break in and kill people to steal the treasure?
Yue Heng noticed that the door of Room 501 next door was quietly opened.
A sneaky eye appeared in the crack of the door and was secretly looking at him.
He shook his head and turned to go downstairs.
What Yue Heng didn't expect was that …
As soon as he returned to the first floor, someone hurriedly chased after him. "Sir, please wait a moment!"
The other party was a middle-aged man in his forties. His appearance was at least 60 to 70 percent similar to Ma Minde.
His dressing was quite shabby, and his face was full of haggard life.
"You are?"
The middle-aged man didn't expect Yue Heng to be so young. He was stunned and replied, "I'm Ma Haocheng. Ma Minde is my father. Student, are you looking for him to buy something?"
Ma Haocheng.
This name matched the information in Yue Heng's memory!
Yue Heng smiled and said, "Yes, I have an elder who likes to collect ancient weapons."
"I heard that Mr. Ma has a Tang Dynasty broadsword here, so I came to ask if he is willing to part with it."
"Weapons …"
Ma Haocheng seemed to have thought of something. "How much are you willing to pay?"
He saw that Yue Heng had an extraordinary aura and the clothes he was wearing were not ordinary goods. He guessed that the latter was a rich second generation.
He couldn't help but have a look of expectation in his eyes.
"Mr. Ma."
Yue Heng smiled and said, "I flew here from Jiangnan. You don't need to doubt my sincerity. But if we want to talk about the price, I have to see the item first, right?"
Ma Haocheng was suddenly speechless.
Thinking about it, it made sense. "How can I contact you?"
Yue Heng calmly told the other party his mobile phone number and the hotel room number. "I'll be in Jincheng for the next two days. If you can persuade Mr. Ma, you can contact me at any time."
This was really a turn of events.
He was rejected in front of Ma Minde, and now his son took the initiative to come to his door.
Yue Heng felt that the matter was settled.
This was because the Tang Hengdao in his previous life was stolen and sold by this middle-aged man.
Then, it changed owners several times.
In the end, it wandered abroad and was held by outsiders for hundreds of years!
In addition to the value of the rare item, this Tang Dynasty broadsword also had a special historical significance.
Some time ago, Yue Heng inadvertently searched for rare items and obtained the information given by the Queen. It was also sealed in his memory.
He didn't pay much attention to it.
It wasn't until a few days ago when he talked to the Zerg Queen that he unsealed these memories.
Then, he found the relevant information of this rare item.
Although there was still more than a year before Ma Haocheng stole the broadsword, Yue Heng felt that he couldn't completely rely on the historical memory of his previous life — the butterfly effect to understand.
So, he specially asked for leave from the school and came to Jincheng to find the whereabouts of this rare item.
He wanted to intercept it in advance to prevent it from falling into the hands of outsiders.
Rare items were priceless.
It was worth it no matter how much money was spent.
But Yue Heng didn't have a good impression of the father and son of the Ma family. Of course, it was impossible to reveal his bottom line to the other party.
"Deal!"
Ma Haocheng gritted his teeth and said, "I will contact you as soon as possible."
Yue Heng saw that his expression was quite nervous.
So, he decided to add fuel to the fire.
He opened the bag he was carrying and showed it to the other party. It was full of stacks of bright red banknotes!
This was the cash that Yue Heng specially prepared.
Because compared to electronic payments, cash was undoubtedly more persuasive in transactions.
Ma Haocheng's eyes changed.
Money was actually a rare item.
Not many people could resist its magic power!
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