Closing the door, Wang Xu had a more intuitive impression of Xie Ruolin's character.
Such a person can only be used, not befriended, and one must also guard against being bitten back.
It seems that acquiring antiques still depends on Yu Zecheng. Not only do I not have to worry about being cheated, but I also don't have to worry about not getting good items. This is killing multiple birds with one stone.
Arriving at the hotel, it was almost noon. Tianjin in August was very hot, so going out at noon was not an option for Wang Xu.
Having nothing to do, Wang Xu planned to take a nap, intending to wake up whenever he woke up. But just as he was sleeping soundly, the doorbell outside rang. He groggily looked at the clock; it was still ten minutes before 2:30.
"Who is it?"
Wang Xu, having been woken up, was not in a good mood.
But when he opened the door and saw the visitor, his sleepiness instantly vanished without a trace.
"Did I disturb you?"
Wearing a clean zhongshan suit and big leather shoes, who else could the visitor be but Yu Zecheng?
Wang Xu hadn't expected that without him going to find Yu Zecheng, Yu Zecheng would come knocking on his door.
"No disturbance, no disturbance." Pulling open the door, Wang Xu smiled and said, "Come in and sit."
Yu Zecheng nodded slightly. As he walked into the room, he spoke without turning his head, "I thought about what you mentioned this morning. I really do know someone who deals in antiques."
"How's the merchandise?" Hearing the word
Yu Zecheng pondered for a moment, then gave a definite answer: "Paintings from the Tang Dynasty, porcelain from the Song Dynasty, and blue-and-white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty—I imagine there are still some."
That's quite a boast. Paintings from the Tang Dynasty, porcelain from the Song Dynasty, blue-and-white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty—in modern society, which of these wouldn't be worth millions?
Wang Xu's breathing quickened. What does a person live for in this life, if not for Wealth?
If this works out, he'd be a millionaire at minimum. Overnight, he could get rich and live a comfortable life.
"I have 24 gold bars. No, I spent some on braised chicken with lotus leaves and the hotel, so 23 are left. I'll give you all this money. As long as you get me any two of the items you mentioned, I won't even ask the price, and the rest is yours." In his eagerness, Wang Xu no longer bothered with pretense.
This is all money! A Yuan blue-and-white porcelain, like the 'Ghost Valley Down the Mountain' jar, could sell for hundreds of millions at auction.
He wasn't greedy; tens of millions would be fine. If not tens of millions, then a few millions would also work.
"Don't rush yet, I have a question."
Yu Zecheng sat on the sofa, looking at Wang Xu, and said, "We haven't met before, have we? Why do you trust me so much? 23 gold bars is no small sum. Many people in Tianjin could produce that much, but none would dare to do this."
"This..." Wang Xu fell silent. He trusted Yu Zecheng because he had watched
Moreover, the Underground Party has strict discipline, and Yu Zecheng's loyalty to the Party is evident to all. Let alone 23 gold bars, even 230 gold bars could not shake his conviction.
But he couldn't say these things. Wang Xu knew all this so clearly because he was looking from a God's-eye perspective.
If he really spoke up, he would be unable to explain himself. He couldn't possibly say that he was a modern person who had transmigrated, could he?
Noticing Wang Xu's expression, Yu Zecheng's eyes flickered. He was certain that there was something amiss with this person.
But before Yu Zecheng could probe further, Wang Xu spoke, startling the ace agent.
"Comrade Yu Zecheng..."
Many people called Yu Zecheng every day, but Wang Xu's address was both what he most wanted to hear and what he least wanted to hear.
Yu Zecheng, codenamed Emei Peak, was a Bureau of Investigation and Statistics agent who, after joining the Underground Party, infiltrated the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to steal intelligence.
Among the entire Tianjin Underground Party, no more than three people knew his identity.
Although Yu Zecheng had a premonition before coming that his identity had been exposed, his heart still
"What are you saying? I don't understand." Yu Zecheng was an old agent; though shocked inwardly, his face remained impassive.
Just as Wang Xu was about to say something more, he felt something pressing against his waist. He looked down... a gun.
"Comrade, don't shoot, we're on the same side!" Facing the gun, Wang Xu raised his hands decisively.
Yu Zecheng held the gun in one hand and patted Wang Xu's body with the other. After finding no weapons, he spoke for the second time: "Who is your Comrade? Who are you?"
"I really am one of us. Otherwise, I would just hand your intelligence over to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, wouldn't I? Calm down, be careful the gun doesn't go off. My life is very valuable, and I'm here to ask for your help, absolutely no malicious intent." Facing Yu Zecheng's gun, Wang Xu was startled but not afraid.
Yu Zecheng was a member of the Underground Party, not a Wang puppet agent; he wouldn't kill indiscriminately.
In the TV series, Yu Zecheng rarely resorted to violence. He didn't believe in ending killing with killing, and unless absolutely necessary, the act of pulling out a gun was almost never seen from him.
"Friend, what's your background? A member of the Patriotic Group?" Not from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, not from the Wang puppet regime, and certainly not the Underground Party, then it could only be a patriotic organization.
As for the Plum Blossom Agency and Cherry Blossom Agency, Yu Zecheng didn't consider them, because his identity was very special. If it were exposed to an organization like the Plum Blossom Agency, it would definitely not be such a minor skirmish.
From Wang Xu's words, it seemed he had known his identity for a long time, yet he pretended not to know.
In that case, only a patriotic organization that advocated resistance against Japan and opposed internal strife would act this way.
"Old Yu, my story is a long one, so I won't narrate it. In short, I pose no threat to you. I'll leave once I get the antiques, and I can also tell you a secret." Wang Xu feared bandits who would shoot indiscriminately, not a rational person like Yu Zecheng.
Yu Zecheng was not impulsive; on the contrary, he was terrifyingly calm and liked to use his brain when encountering problems.
Seeing that Wang Xu had something to say, Yu Zecheng became interested. He put away his pistol and asked, "What secret?"
Wang Xu didn't delay, lowering his voice, he said, "Intelligence about one person. In Yanan, there's a person named Feng Jian whose identity is a second-level security instructor. His true identity is actually a Bureau of Investigation and Statistics agent, codenamed Buddha Niche, a graduate of the Qingpu Special Training Class, and his real name is Li Ya. Several times, intelligence from the Yanan side was leaked by him. If you don't believe me, you can report it to Shopkeeper Qiu and let Yanan investigate to confirm."
"Shopkeeper Qiu!" Yu Zecheng was shocked for the second time. Shopkeeper Qiu was the head of the Underground Party at the Tianjin station. If something happened to Shopkeeper Qiu, the entire Tianjin Underground Party could become paralyzed.
He couldn't imagine which patriotic organization could obtain such secret intelligence.
One must know that Shopkeeper Qiu's identity was top-secret, something neither the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics nor the Plum Blossom Agency had managed to uncover.
"No, you're not from a patriotic organization. Patriotic organizations don't have that much power." Yu Zecheng asserted that Wang Xu's identity was not that of a patriotic organization.
Wang Xu was also helpless about this. All of this was Yu Zecheng's own thinking; when did he ever admit to being a member of a patriotic organization?
To be honest, he didn't like dealing with smart people. Why complicate a simple transaction?
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that the intelligence is real, and I'm very sincere!" Wang Xu looked helpless. He just wanted to get some antiques; did it have to be so clandestine?
He should have just gone to Xie Ruolin for the transaction. Although Xie Ruolin had questionable character and might heavily overcharge him, he wouldn't ask unnecessary questions.
Yu Zecheng, on the other hand, kept doubting him to the point where Wang Xu almost believed he was a secret agent himself. Isn't this just asking for trouble?
"I'll come find you at this time tomorrow." Yu Zecheng didn't confirm anything, and he never acknowledged his identity as a Comrade throughout the entire conversation.
Watching Yu Zecheng carry the gold and close the door behind him, Wang Xu recalled and realized that Yu Zecheng's words were truly watertight.
If there had been a tape recorder to record their conversation, listening to it in reverse would reveal that Yu Zecheng never admitted to being a member of the Underground Party.
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