Divine Perspective: Married to President Bai Fumei

And Du Heng was sure that he had heard correctly.

"Isn't Mandalay one of the Buddhist holy places in Myanmar? How can there be...?"

Hu Qiang chuckled.

"My lord, you don't know anything. This is one of the best tourist cities in Myanmar. It handles such a large number of tourists every day. If there is demand, it will spontaneously form a market."

"And sir, you're right on point. This is a holy land of Buddhism, and the exotic atmosphere also has corresponding characteristics! For example, Buddhist girls or something."

He Feng was delighted when he heard it.

I rub!

And the Buddhist project?
It sounds like a different kind of stimulation!

If you want to talk about these things, I will be exhausted from all the trouble!
"Can you ensure safety? There won't be any immortals jumping?" He Feng asked worriedly.

Hu Qiang hurriedly patted his chest to reassure.

"Although I dare not openly engage in this kind of business, it is definitely a time-honored brand and a pure new product. It is less than two kilometers away from here. In fact, the brand is also a hotel."

"Besides, your bodyguard is with you, and I still want to reward you. How dare I play fairy dance with you."

As he spoke, Hu Daqiang shook the badge on his chest.

"Take a look, we are a formal travel agency, officially recognized by Myanmar."

It's just that people are not regular.

Seeing that He Feng was still looking at himself.

Du Heng quickly waved his hands and said no: "You pay attention to your health, my wife will check the post."

"Ms. is still checking the post? Then I won't persuade you."

Hu Daqiang saw that he only got one deal, and there was one other business that he couldn't arrange. How could he do it?

If it doesn't let the two masters have fun.

He also guides a hammer tour, where else can he earn tips and commissions?

"Does Master Du have his own arrangements for the evening? If not, I can recommend some interesting places for you."

"Such as serious dance halls, casinos, black markets..."

Du Heng interrupted him upon hearing this.

"Black market? What do you sell in the black market here?"

How can there be serious people in a dance hall?

Even if there is, the wife can also think of indecency when she checks the post.

The casino has lessons learned from the past. Du Heng doesn't want to go, so the black market can pass the long night.

Hu Daqiang's eyes lit up.

No, I have felt the pulse of this master.

"The black market naturally has everything, robbers and even cross-border sales of stolen goods, digging graves and selling antiques, counterfeiting and deceiving people, poaching and selling live animals... As long as you can exchange money, as the second largest city in Myanmar, there are so many rare things in the black market here. Both."

"Because of the places where Chinese people gather, many people who do business are Chinese."

"But Mr. Du, you must remember one thing! If you go to the black market, don't feel kind to your compatriots and have no brains to believe it. There are not many good people in the black market. They use this mentality of meeting old friends from other places to trick Chinese people to come there. He is more ruthless than outsiders!"

Hu Daqiang looked extremely aggrieved and sad.

It is estimated that someone has been severely pitted.

"Then go to the black market after dinner!"

Du Heng decided.

"Okay, my lord, I'll contact the two of you right away, and I'll make sure you both have a good time tonight!"

Night falls.

Du Heng and He Feng separated.

He Feng's side is to explore the yin and yang road that goes deep into the soul and body. Language has never been an obstacle, and it is even more impossible to do that with a special translator.

So Hu Daqiang naturally accompanied Du Heng who needed an interpreter.

After getting off.

Under the leadership of Hu Daqiang, several people passed through an old building with a sense of vicissitudes of history, and suddenly, the light was still dim.

Hu Daqiang took out four two-finger wide wooden amulets.

Let the four of Du Heng wear it.

"It's because of the holy place of Buddhism. The black market hides filth and evil, which is against the teaching of the Buddha to be good. Therefore, the stalls only light dim lights, and you need to wear amulets when you go in and out, so as to alleviate your sins."

"Master Du, you may think this nonsense is a psychological comfort, but in order to prevent strange eyes, I suggest you do as the Romans do."

Actually.

Because of his personal experience, Du Heng would rather believe in these things than believe them in nothing.Having talked with Qingyu before, Du Heng is even more willing to obey the rules of these gods and ghosts.

He led the four people to imitate Hu Daqiang and hang the amulet on their chests.

"Master Du is a sensible person."

"In the past, I used to be a bit unbelieving and didn't wear amulets. As a result, after I went out of the black market in Mandalay, I encountered bad things. I, Lao Hu, firmly believe in these things."

After entering the black market.

Du Heng, with his eyesight far beyond ordinary people, found out that the black market in Mandalay is quite large through the glimmer of light on each booth.

It occupies an area estimated to be as large as two or three normal commercial squares in Huaguo.

"How do I see the candle lighting that many people light?"

And most of them are red incense candles used for offering sacrifices.

"The reason for this is complicated. Some people believe in Buddhism, and you can see that there are still Buddha incense burning next to them. There are also people who do this on purpose. The light is weak and dim, which can cover the flaws of the products to a certain extent."

"There are also rules that evolved from the old ghost market in our Huaguo."

"There is a loss in my heart, so I watch the lights in the dark. The lights are bright and the ghosts are blessed, but the lights are weak and people breathe."

"As long as the main candle in the center of the booth is extinguished or the flame is small, no matter man-made or unnatural, you must leave the black market immediately and find a master to eliminate the cause and effect of bad luck."

Hu Daqiang spoke clearly and logically.

"There are other minor reasons, but these are the three most important."

Du Heng listened with gusto.

Leaving aside the truth and falsehood, it is quite interesting to listen to it as a small talk.

"Take me to the antique area first."

"Go this way, sir. Half of the antiques in the black market in Mandalay come from all over Myanmar, and half come from Huaguo. Now the country is holding tight, and many things that are inconvenient to sell are sold here because it is easy to cross the border on both sides."

Under the leadership of Hu Daqiang.

The group went straight to the antique stall area, and Du Heng visited four or five antique stalls.

The stall owners said that it was something dug out of the ground.

Those from the Hua Kingdom and Theravada Buddhism are obviously native to Myanmar, but Du Hengtian saw that they were basically fakes.

I also saw four or five pieces of genuine products.

But with that dilapidated appearance, Du Heng has no interest in buying it.

But at the beginning, I saw the real thing.

Du Heng was already very surprised.

You know, Du Heng has been to the antique street and the ghost market in Qushi several times, and it was the time when he accompanied Walker, and finally picked up the Warring States Three Kongbu coin by mistake.

So although he never bought it, Du Heng always had great expectations for the Mandalay black market.

This is not.

Looking forward to a positive response soon.

"In the field?"

Du Heng squatted in front of the booth to ask the price.

"Look for yourself, there are price tags, no second price."

The gray-haired Chinese stall owner has a bad temper. After strutting out a few words, he continued to put on a dead face, sitting there and ignoring people.

He also has the confidence to ignore people.

Everything sold is genuine!

Du Heng glanced at the stalls, all of them were freshly unearthed porcelain from the same Ming Dynasty grave.

Although they all come from folk kilns, they are exquisite in shape, and you can earn money if you buy them.

"If I pack..."

"No packing, just sell one. You come together, only sell you one, this is my rule in the black market in Mandalay."

Row.

You behave!
I haven't seen such broken rules among domestic masters.

Du Heng didn't beep more.

It's just a question of earning more and earning less, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable because he can't make a profit from a price difference.

"Then this blue-and-white eight-treasure pattern double-ear moon-hugging vase."

Du Heng pointed to the item with the highest value on the booth, with a clear goal.