How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

At 8pm, Panjiayuan Antique Market.

Ye Cheng and Su Qinghe rushed here and saw a huge crowd of people as soon as they got off the car.

In fact, as it develops today, the antique market, especially the ghost market, has long changed its flavor.

People who really want to hunt for gold have almost disappeared, leaving only young people from all over the country who come to check in and take photos.

The ghost market has also changed from a dark place more than ten or twenty years ago to a brightly lit place today.

It is said to be a ghost market, but it is actually a night market.

Merchants have also adapted to the situation, and the items sold at their stalls have changed from low-quality counterfeit antiques to antique toys and second-hand goods.

Coupled with a variety of snacks, snacks, traps, doll catching, entertainment challenges, etc., it forms today's bustling ghost market.

"Forehead……"

Su Qinghe had never been here before, and was disappointed when he saw the scene in front of him.

In the picture she imagined, she thought the ghost market was sneaking around, with one person holding a flashlight and wandering back and forth.

She even got off the car halfway and bought two flashlights in the supermarket.

But now...

This special girl is even brighter than during the day, and she is so ghostly.

"Ye Cheng, are we in the wrong place? Is this a ghost market? Is this a nightclub?"

Su Qinghe was dumbfounded as he watched several young people singing live broadcast not far away.

"Hahaha……"

Ye Chenggang bought two sausages and handed one to Qinghe.

"It's been like this a long time ago! Qinghe, I really thought that a hundred ghosts walked at night."

Su Qinghe was speechless for a while, and had no choice but to hold Ye Cheng's hand and get into the crowd.

"Let's go. I'll take you to find my uncle's shop first. If it's closed, it means the two families are not related. If it's not closed, you can come and take a look."

Ye Cheng smiled and nodded, holding the fruit basket he bought halfway with his other hand.

After a short time, the two of them passed through the huge crowds of people and saw an antique shop deep in the Panjiayuan Ghost Market.

Rongshengzhai!

The shop is very large, and the facade is also very elegantly decorated. The most important thing is...

The door is really still open.

But there were no customers inside, only a middle-aged man and two boys, who seemed to be taking stock of goods and cleaning.

Su Qinghe took a look as if he were a thief and was relieved to see that the middle-aged man was obviously not his uncle.

"Huh... I scared the baby to death, Ye Cheng! Just... just this..."

"Let's go then."

Ye Cheng was about to pull Qinghe into the house, but Su Qinghe kept backing away.

"No, no, no! Didn't we agree that I won't go? Ye Cheng, go in first and see if my uncle is there! If he is here, meet and chat with him. If he is not here... …”

"If he's not there, I'll go to his house."

"what?"

Su Qinghe suddenly looked at Ye Cheng in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

Ye Cheng smiled and said nothing.

This Zhao Yatang must be here, even if he is not there.

Since he was investigated by the National Security Bureau and was one of the few descendants of the Apocalypse explosion, Ye Cheng had to meet him.

In fact, although 20,000 people died in the Apocalypse Explosion, how many people were there in the entire capital?

According to ancient records, at least one million people.

Too many people witnessed that unprecedented explosion, but with the invasion of King Chuang into the city and the chaos of establishing slaves, too many people were wiped out.

Even if there are still many old Kyoto people alive, as the dynasties have changed over the past few hundred years, their whereabouts have long since disappeared.

It is really difficult to find a descendant who can still carry out the inheritance in an orderly manner from the late Ming Dynasty to the present.

So Ye Cheng was determined to meet Zhao Yatang today.

"Okay, Qinghe! Then wait for me at the door, and I'll go in and take a look."

Seeing that it was already late, and there was even a plan to close the stall in the house, Ye Cheng stopped delaying.

"I...I'm going to the market! If you get the results, please call me..."

Su Qinghe did not stay at the door even though he was beaten to death.

Because her mood at the moment was extremely complicated.

I not only want to help my mother recognize her ancestors, but also want to support my father's decision back then.

Not only was he afraid that Zhao Yatang would turn against him and have a cold attitude, but he was also afraid that the other party would regret it year after year and cry in each other's arms.

This complicated mood made her want to escape from here, for fear of being seen by her uncle.

"Okay! Then don't wander around. If you need anything, call me right away."

Ye Cheng glanced at the crowded market and wasn't too worried about Qinghe's safety.

In the capital city, the security level is much stricter than that in Yun Province.

There are three or four police cars stationed in the Panjiayuan ghost market, and a dozen explosion-proof special police officers patrol back and forth.

He only went in for ten minutes, so it didn't matter if Qinghe wanted to take a look around.

After watching Su Qinghe get into the crowd, Ye Cheng stepped into Rongshengzhai.

Like most antique shops.

Rongshengzhai has a two-entry layout. The outer hall covers an area of ​​more than 100 square meters and is densely packed with display racks.

It’s quite unknown inside, but it’s not easy to invite guests in.

After all, today’s antique market has long become a place for young people to check in.

Every day there are a large number of tourists wandering around but not buying anything.

Therefore, there are often some worthless gadgets or imitations placed in the outer hall, while the real good things are inside.

"Sir, feel free to take a look!"

After Ye Cheng entered the house, the middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper noticed the movement and glanced at Ye Cheng without paying any attention.

Young guys in their early twenties would come in suddenly to either take photos or just watch the fun.

Hardly entertainment value.

The two boys who were following the shopkeeper also raised their heads and glanced at it, giving instructions.

"You can see and take pictures, but don't do it! It won't be clear if it falls."

Ye Cheng chuckled and took a look at the entire collection of Rongshengzhai. He found that they were all modern handicrafts and couldn't help but say.

"Why can't you touch them? Are they all female? Is it against the law to touch them?"

Hey!

As soon as he said this, the three people in the room raised their heads.

Boy, you're so naughty!

The shopkeeper of Rongshengzhai was named Li Cen. Hearing this, he squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Cheng, only to realize that this person was really strange.

How can anyone go shopping carrying a fruit basket?

How can it be like visiting relatives at home?

Those who can be shopkeepers are all smart people. They used their eyes to stop the rude words of the two waiters and laughed.

"Sir! What's the matter? Are you looking for someone or asking for directions?"

"I'm looking for the owner of Rongshengzhai, is he there?"

Looking for the owner Zhao Yatang?

The shopkeeper was stunned.

Zhao Yatang really stayed at Rongshengzhai, but he came here specifically to drink tea because a friend was visiting.

How did this young man know that his boss was there?

Because Dongjia’s antique business is so big, he even established a large company and auction.

The reason why we still open a shop here is to continue the ancestral brand.

In addition, the host has made too many friends from all walks of life, so he left a place for drinking tea and talking.

It had only been half an hour since the boss arrived when this young man came over. Could he be here to cause trouble?

But why the hell are you carrying a fruit basket to cause trouble?

Even though the shopkeeper was well-informed, he was completely confused.

"Um... I dare you to ask..."

"Haha, let's just say that in Jiangcheng, Yun Province, an old friend came to visit." Ye Cheng casually put the fruit basket aside.

"hiss……"

Li Cen was shocked, and even his expression changed on the spot.

No one in the Zhao family knows anything about his boss’s family affairs.

Back then, Miss Zhao Yazhen of the Zhao family ran to the countryside of Yun Province in her prime and insisted on marrying a poor soldier, which caused the entire Zhao family to be furious.

Since then, relations have been severed, and Ms. Zhao has not been seen for more than 20 years.

This is……

Li Cen didn't dare to delay and hurriedly asked two waiters to ask Ye Cheng to sit down.

"Sir! Wait a moment, my boss is actually drinking tea with his friends inside. I'll ask him to come out right away."

After saying that, he lifted the door curtain and entered the inner hall.

When Ye Cheng learned that Zhao Yatang was really there, he laughed and walked around the front hall without sitting down.

Sure enough, it didn't take more than a few seconds.

"What did you say!"

With an exclamation, a figure quickly rushed to the front hall.

Ye Cheng turned around and saw that the other person was about sixty years old. He was thin but well-maintained. He was wearing casual sportswear. Although he didn't match his status as an antique boss, he actually looked very coordinated.

As the saying goes, money can feed a person. It seems that only when the other party's assets reach a certain level can he have such momentum.

This person wears neither gold nor silver, but the imperial green thumb on his thumb is so green that it makes people dizzy.

As soon as he walked out, he rushed to Ye Cheng.

"You...you are..."

Zhao Yatang looked at the other party with excitement, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Is my sister here?

wrong.

The other party came alone.

Could it be my sister's child? Judging from her age, she must be.

Not right either.

I remember that more than 20 years ago, my sister gave birth to a daughter. Then her uterus was removed due to heavy bleeding, and she no longer had the ability to have children.

What is this...

Zhao Yatang was extremely excited, but he didn't know what to call the other person.

"Haha, my name is Ye Cheng, and I am Su Qinghe's friend. I call her mother aunt..."

When Ye Cheng saw the other party's appearance, he knew that what Su Qinghe had hoped for had come true.

Otherwise, Zhao Yatang would not be so excited.

The fact that the two sides have never been in contact with each other is actually a matter of face.

One side puts down the face, and the other side can be extremely excited.

"Oh oh oh...Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng..."

Zhao Yatang looked at the ridiculously handsome guy in front of him, and somehow felt that this name sounded familiar to him.

But also figure out the other party’s identity.

Love is Xiao Qinghe's boyfriend, and this is the visit...

Zhao Yatang looked out the door in disappointment, hoping to see his sister or his niece Qinghe.

I haven’t seen them for more than 20 years, so I really don’t know what they have become.

When looking for the figure, in order not to be so embarrassed, he had to ask casually.

"Haha, Xiaoye, where can you find a job?"

Ok?

Ye Cheng was stunned.

He thought that the other party would recognize him when he told his name, but it seemed that he was trying to make a fool of himself.

For those who are not in the military system or the news system, who will remember you Ye Cheng?

How long has it been since anyone asked me what I do?

Ye Cheng could only smile bitterly.

"In prison."

"Prison? The prison is good, the prison is good! The judicial system, Xiaoye..."

Zhao Yatang looked for a long time, but did not find his sister or niece, and couldn't help but feel even more disappointed.

He had no choice but to ask again casually.

"What does the prison do? Correctional? Or civilian? Which department stays there?"

"Forehead……"

Ye Cheng touched his nose awkwardly.

Uncle Qinghe, you are really fucking presumptuous.

But facing Zhao Yatang's inquiry, Ye Cheng had no choice but to reply.

"Serve your sentence! Death penalty, suspended for two years."

"what?"

Zhao Yatang was immediately stunned and turned his head in confusion.

What did you just say?