Never Misjudge seemed to have been exposed. [Snorting through nostrils expression] said,
"Damn it. That guy said that the Dou character on the wine pot could definitely be passed off as genuine. In the end, after selling it for a month, it was exposed ten times! Ten times! I'm so f * cking blind! "
Lou Cheng replied with a [Laughing expression], "What wine pot? Send it to me. "
Never Miss A Mistake paused for a few seconds and sent a photo to Lou Cheng. In the photo was an ancient purple gold wine pot about the size of a palm. On the side of the pot was engraved the word "Dou" (Dou character), which gave off an explosive and unyielding feeling. It was as if one could soar into the sky and wreak havoc in heaven after drinking two mouthfuls of the wine.
"It's quite stylish. The workmanship is exquisite …" Lou Cheng complimented and casually added, "I quite like your wine pot. It's so cool. Why don't you sell it to me?"
"Sell it to you? How can I get a handkerchief with the Dou character if I sell it to you? You're ruining my business, dear! "Never Miss A Mistake replied with a [Disdain expression].
"The national competition ended a few months ago. The popularity of the Nine Syllables has long since passed. Your handkerchief with the Dou character is getting worse and worse, right? Hurry up and sell it. Make as much money as you can. Besides, I don't believe that you don't have any handkerchiefs in stock! "Lou Cheng had a glib tongue.
"That makes sense …" Never Miss A Mistake replied after a moment of silence. "1,200 yuan. Take the wine pot."
"1,200 yuan? Are you kidding me? I can't give you more than 100 yuan! "Lou Cheng followed Coach Yan's instructions and tried to bargain.
"That's an insulting bargain. Dear, the cost of my handkerchief is more than 100 yuan. Let's be friends. It's 380 yuan, including shipping. Dear!" Never Miss A Mistake looked like he was selling at a loss.
Lou Cheng thought for a while and said hesitantly, "Fine. You hang it up and I'll bid for it."
"Let's go through other channels. If I hang the wine pot up, won't it expose that I'm selling fake goods?" Never Miss A Mistake suggested.
"Fine." Lou Cheng didn't seem to care.
After the deal, when he gave Lou Cheng the address at the end, he considered that he could be considered a celebrity. He didn't leave the name "Lou Cheng" and used "Qi Fang" instead.
After he was done, he sent a photo of the wine pot to Yan Zheke and sent a "snickering emoji".
"Look at this."
"Huh? The Fighting Formula! It feels like the Fighting Formula!" Yan Zheke sent a dog-eyed expression.
She had read the notes of the Shushan Study's reverse creation of the Nine Words Formula. Although the Fighting Formula's charm had been identified as wrong by Lou Cheng, it should be close enough.
"Yeah, I could tell at a glance." Lou Cheng smiled proudly.
"Amazing! You are indeed my Cheng! You got it? "Yan Zheke was not stingy with her praise and asked happily.
"That's right." "Even if I can't comprehend anything from it, there should be some clues hidden in it. Also, look at this wine pot. It's so well-made and has an ancient charm. It's the type that my master likes. I can give it to him as a backup."
"Wow, it's so rare to see you care so much about Coach Shi!" Yan Zheke sent an emoji with her eyes wide open.
Lou Cheng replied with a dumbstruck expression, "What do you mean by rare? I've always respected my master! "
"Tsk, tsk. Why do I remember that you always slandered him?" Yan Zheke sent an emoji with her eyes rolling.
"It's called slandering but remembering," Lou Cheng replied with a "serious face" emoji.
"Is that so?" Yan Zheke sent an "obedient" emoji. "How much did you spend on this wine pot?"
"$380 …" Lou Cheng sent an emoji with a "covering face" emoji.
…
In a rented house in a city in a province.
Never Miss A Mistake stretched his back and hummed a little tune proudly. In front of him was the purple-gold wine pot that gave off a heaven-defying vibe.
He stood up and pulled open a black cloth covering a box beside him. Inside, there were dozens of wine pots of the same style neatly stacked. However, they lacked that indescribable vibe.
These were all replicas that he found in a factory. The cost was quite low!
"Haha, you're the kind of person who wants to trick my flagon!" Never Miss A Mistake shook his head and laughed.
Usually, the Dou Formula handkerchief was enough to deal with people who were not observant and knowledgeable. When it came to people who could see the flaws and uniqueness, he would pretend that he knew nothing and let them deceive the wine pot and sell it for a good price.
For most people, who would expect a second scam after the first one? Most of them would be happy that they had successfully deceived others and picked up a bargain!
Moreover, such people were more conceited. If they fell for a few hundred yuan, they would definitely not want to make it public. At most, they would scold themselves and deny it!
As for the temptation of treasures, Never Miss A Mistake wasn't worried. When he found this wine pot, he thought it was really related to the Dou Formula. He tried to use it to please a Dan stage martial artist. However, the martial artist said that it didn't contain any charm and couldn't be visualized. Besides looking good, it had no other value.
Those who were deceived would understand after looking at the photo.
Who would go to another province for a few hundred yuan?
"No matter how crafty you are, you can't escape from my grasp …" Never Miss A Mistake took out a batch version of the purple-gold wine pot and put it in the package. He started to fill in the express delivery form.
"Xiushan …"
…
The next day, Lou Cheng finished his training and returned home from Gushan Martial Arts School. His phone rang. The express delivery had arrived.
He took the package and entered his room. He opened it and raised his eyebrows. He was both angry and amused at the same time.
He logged onto the website and found Never Miss A Mistake. He said bluntly,
"You must have sent the wrong one."
"Of course not. Look at the photo. Isn't it exactly the same?" Never Miss A Mistake was experienced and calm.
"It doesn't have the explosive and unyielding feeling in the photo." Lou Cheng pointed out the key point.
Never Miss A Mistake was surprised. "This is the effect of a photo. Do you know what photoshop and retouching are? Don't tell me you don't even know how to use Photoshop? Look, I have another one. This one is in black and white. Doesn't it have a quiet and ancient feel? Anyway, you can say whatever you want and file a complaint. I'm not afraid! "
"I'll call the police!" Lou Cheng replied without anger.
Seeing these words, Never Miss A Mistake immediately relaxed. The bigger the threat, the less likely the other party would follow. It was like a fight between gangsters. You had to leave some harsh words at the end.
The police wouldn't file a case for a few hundred yuan!
"Haha, go ahead, go ahead!" Never Miss A Mistake picked up the cup and drank a mouthful of water.
Lou Cheng copied the link to his website and clicked on a person named Rapid March on QQ. He sent a message,
"This person is very likely to have clues about the Fighting Formula."
He used to pass clues to the military through his master, which annoyed Geezer Shi. Geezer Shi directly gave him a contact instead of being a middleman.
"Got it." Rapid March's reply was concise and comprehensive.
…
At two o 'clock in the afternoon, Never Miss A Mistake was half-asleep when he suddenly heard a series of fierce knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" He turned over and sat up, shouting out loud.
"Checking your water meter!" Someone outside answered.
"Has it been a month …" Never Miss A Mistake put on a sweatshirt and shorts, walked to the door in confusion, and opened it.
Clang!
As soon as the door opened, two strong men rushed in. One grabbed Never Miss A Mistake by the waist and tripped his legs, and the other grabbed his shoulders and elbows. Never Miss A Mistake was immediately pinned to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Never Let Me See You Wrong Eye shouted in fright. Then he saw several shiny black pistols pointed at him, and two "police badges" were next to them.
"I, I'm just selling a fake …" Never Miss A Mistake was stunned for a moment, and then defended himself with grievance. Tears were about to fall.
…
"That's the whole thing." Lou Cheng sat on the chair and looked at Yan Zheke, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and flipping through the bulk purple-gold flagon.
"In other words, you were mentally prepared to receive a fake from the beginning?" The girl looked up thoughtfully. "Then why didn't you just hand it over to the military without fear? You want to take advantage of the situation with your own ability? "
Today was a rare cool day in early July. She wore a delicate and ladylike round-necked shirt.
"Something like that …" Lou Cheng smiled vaguely.
Yan Zheke put down the flagon and rolled her eyes at him. "You pulled me here just to see this fake? I even said that I would take you to buy two sets of clothes. My grandparents prefer the gentle and scholarly type. "
"That's not urgent. Other relatives are still here, aren't they?" Lou Cheng stood up and smiled. "Besides, what do you mean just to see this? Ke, didn't you say it before? It doesn't matter what two people see together. What matters is the feeling of being together. "
While speaking, he walked to the door, closed it with a click, and locked it from the inside.
Yan Zheke blinked her clear eyes, and didn't realize what was going on for a moment.
Lou Cheng walked to the window again, looked at the dazed little fairy, and laughed in a low voice.
"My mom escorted Qi Yunfei back to Ningshui and won't come back today. My dad is working overtime and won't be home until seven or eight o 'clock …"
With a swish, the curtains were drawn, covering the light in the room, making everything dim and dancing with light and shadow.
"… You …"
The clear female voice came to an abrupt end.
…
At five o 'clock in the afternoon, in the dimly lit room, a jade-white arm was draped over Lou Cheng's body, forming a sharp contrast with the cascading black hair. The whole room was filled with the silent beauty of dancing.
Lou Cheng glanced at the sleeping Yan Zheke, picked up his phone from the pillow with his left hand, and looked at the messages.
"Rapid March" said an hour ago,
"The flagon doesn't have the charm of the Fighting Formula. It should be made by a very skilled craftsman without any martial arts. It's no more than 30 years old. Judging from the overall feeling, he most likely made it according to the original inscription."
"Let's trace the origin of this flagon immediately."
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