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

Ok?

Chen Heigou was stopped by someone again and stood stiffly.

He turned back and looked at the young man standing with Zhao Yatang.

The viciousness in his eyes was undisguised.

"No! Master Zhao, what else are you doing?"

"You can kill people with just a nod, but you really want me to kill you in front of you? Can this be settled?"

Zhao Yatang was also stunned and looked at Ye Cheng, wondering what this guy meant.

Ye Cheng laughed.

How could he not see the viciousness in Chen Heigou's eyes.

After this grandson leaves, he will definitely be holding back his bad feelings, which will either be detrimental to Rong Shengzhai or Su Qinghe.

No matter what, it's disgusting to mess with such a mangy dog-like being.

Just kill him, it won't happen.

Unless someone has committed a serious crime, the crime will not lead to death.

But let him go, he can guarantee the personal safety of the people around you and your store.

Now that he has been provoked, Ye Cheng doesn't want to just let him leave.

At the very least, there will be no future troubles.

"Ye Cheng..."

Zhao Yatang didn't know what Ye Cheng meant by calling Chen Heigou again.

Ye Cheng raised his hand to stop Lao Zhao from saying anything else, and walked up to Chen Heigou with a smile.

"Brother! Let me ask, are these things in your hands yours?"

"nonsense!"

Chen Heigou carried the stall he had just closed, which contained several 'Da Ming Xuande stoves' wrapped in a sheet, and a pile of imitation modern and ancient coins.

This is an important tool for his game.

With just these gadgets, it’s easy to make millions a year.

How many out-of-towners thought they had bought a treasure and ended up buying modern handicrafts at high prices.

"What? Are you interested in this brother?"

"I'll sell it to you cheaper!"

Chen Heigou shook the sheets in his hands with a sarcastic smile.

Hundreds of coins rattled inside.

Are you also interested in a bunch of fake stuff?

Zhao Yatang frowned and wanted to persuade Xiaoye Cheng not to cause more trouble.

The water in the antique circle is very deep, what is true and what is false is true.

Even if he makes a fool of himself, he can't lose his face.

But when he thought of the dazzling celestial eye lamp that Ye Cheng discovered, his heart skipped a beat.

and many more!

Is this guy going to pick something up again?

Zhao Yatang and Li Cen looked at each other, and both felt something.

Ye Cheng continued to smile and shook his head.

"No! I don't dare to ask for this thing. I just want to ask, do you sell these things?"

"Nonsense! Don't care if they are real or fake, I am the one selling them. What's wrong?"

"You, Rongshengzhai, still want to steal my things openly?"

Chen Heigou replied again, really impatient.

"Master Zhao! What do your people want to do?"

Seeing that he was stopped by the other party, a warning sign appeared in his heart.

Ye Cheng smiled even brighter.

He even reached out and pulled the sheets from Chen Heigou's hands, spreading them to the ground again.

Wow!

Ten Chen Heigou couldn't resist one Ye Cheng, and everything was exposed as soon as he loosened his grip.

"you……"

Chen Heigou was immediately anxious, but when he saw the cold light in Ye Cheng's eyes, he was inexplicably panicked and couldn't say a word.

Ye Cheng has squatted down, rummaging through the pile of ancient coins in the ocean.

He tossed hundreds of ancient coins around, arousing everyone's curiosity.

The onlookers vendors and tourists visiting the ghost market couldn't help but come over to see what he was going to do.

Even Zhao Yatang, Li Cen, and Su Qinghe came over, not knowing why.

"Ouch!"

Ye Cheng had found what he was looking for and held it up with a smile.

"Chen Heigou, I didn't expect you to sell such good things at your stall. I look at it... it's quite a torture!"

"punishment?"

Chen Heigou's expression changed.

But I saw this man holding up a dark and dirty ancient coin.

Before he could ask a question, he saw the other party holding the coin in his hand and rubbing it gently with his thumb and index finger.

A golden light suddenly flashed out in the dim environment.

"This is……"

The onlookers around him took a breath at the same time and noticed the difference in the golden light.

There seems to be words on it, saying...

The King of the West rewards you for merit?

Everyone tensed up and was about to scream in surprise.

Ye Cheng has stood up, his face full of coldness.

"Daxi Dynasty, King Zhang Xianzhong of the West rewarded him with gold coins! A national first-class cultural relic!"

"Chen Heigou, selling national first-class cultural relics on the street, what exactly do you want to do!"

boom!

When Ye Cheng said this, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Not only was he shocked by his words.

He was even more shocked by what Ye Cheng was holding in his hand.

Is it really the King of the West who rewards gold coins for merit?

What is the King of the West Gold Coin?

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xianzhong, who was as famous as Chuang Wang Li Zicheng, had a batch of military medals cast.

These military medals appear in the form of coins and are distributed to meritorious generals and leaders.

There are three types of gold, silver and copper. Only the general who has made the greatest contribution can get the gold reward money.

But no matter what kind, they are all well-made and precious.

Before the discovery of the sunken silver site at the mouth of the Zhang Xianzhong River, there were less than ten coins in existence, and they were listed as one of the fifty treasures of ancient coins.

At the Guardian auction in 2011, a gold coin appeared, which was eventually sold for a sky-high price of 230 million yuan.

Unfortunately, after the Pengshan Jiangkou archaeological site appeared in 2017, a large number of these coins were discovered. No less than 100 gold, silver, and copper coins were all returned to the country and defined as national first-class cultural relics.

In other words.

Since 2017, Xiwang's reward money has become a national cultural relic that is prohibited from trading and selling.

Although its value has decreased, its worth has increased to the national level.

In Quanjie, that is, in the ancient coin circle, no one dares to touch this thing anymore.

no way!

It’s such a punishment!

The country does not allow you to hold national first-class cultural relics, but it will never allow them to be circulated and sold.

You can watch and play it at home, or you can donate it to a museum.

But as long as you dare to sell...

Excuse me.

It starts in five years and has no cap on ten years.

Chen Heigou's expression changed on the spot.

Damn it, you found an ancient coin, a national first-class cultural relic, in my stall?

Isn't that nonsense?

I've been carrying this bunch of crap for years, why didn't I see it?

If I had noticed earlier, I would have sold it secretly.

Do you dare to put it on display in the ghost market?

This is not seeking death!

"Fake...this is fake...it...it..."

Chen Heigou defended with a trembling voice and was about to snatch the coins from Ye Cheng's hand.

Ye Cheng turned his hands to avoid it.

"Chen Heigou, whether it's fake or not is up to you!"

He looked at the stunned people on the side, especially Li Cen, the shopkeeper of Rongshengzhai.

"Shopkeeper Li, do you understand ancient coins?"

Li Cen was still in a state of confusion. When he saw Ye Cheng asking questions, he nodded subconsciously and said modestly.

"Slightly... understand!"

Doesn't he understand a little bit?

Li Cen has been immersed in literature and play all his life. He knows everything from gold, stone, jade, ancient coins, calligraphy and painting.

In the entire Panjiayuan antique market, he is considered the most authoritative person, and he is much more reliable than many experts and scholars in the Forbidden City.

Ye Cheng smiled and handed over the Xiwang reward money.

"Shopkeeper Li, let's see if it's true or false."

Li Cen took it, and someone immediately turned on a high-power flashlight to illuminate the coins.

More people gathered around and took a look.

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Cen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. After looking over and over for a long time, he spoke cautiously.

"It's...no doubt authentic!"

Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar.

Shopkeeper Li of Rongshengzhai personally authenticated it as genuine, who would have any objections?

Everyone's faces showed shock.

Wasn't it shocking that Ye Cheng missed a million-dollar coin?

But I was shocked at how this guy managed to identify the first-class national cultural relics from a pile of dirty ancient coins filled with fakes!

With this kind of vision, sweeping across Panjiayuan is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow.

This is so cool!

thump!

Chen Heigou was so frightened that he knelt down again.

He was helpless and kept waving nervously.

"I was wrong! Mr. Zhao, Shopkeeper Li, and this gentleman, I...I was really wrong."

"To save my face, I will leave Kyoto immediately and never come back in this life, okay! Please..."

If Chen Heigou was still thinking about revenge just now, he is really afraid now.

Selling national first-class cultural relics.

If you start with five years and say less, you might get him ten years in prison.

And the daughter-in-law couldn't escape either. Both the couple served their sentences, leaving only the son suffering outside.

"Hahaha, what's the use of begging me! Chen Heigou, you have violated the national law, go in and reflect on it."

Zhao Yatang finally understood what Ye Cheng meant.

This is to avoid future troubles.

Facing such a villain, sending him directly to prison to serve his sentence will never give you a chance to disgust yourself.

He laughed loudly and motioned to the two boys to grab Chen Heigou and take the gold reward coin to the nearby police station to surrender.

Chen Heigou's wife burst into tears when she saw that she was about to squat in.

"You damn bastard! Chen Heigou, I was killed by you!"

She cried and rushed over to scratch her husband, which caused his face to be covered in blood.

Coupled with the fact that the twelve or thirteen-year-old son was crying loudly on the side, the scene became even more chaotic.

"Hehehe... Qinghe, do you still want to pick up the leaks?"

Until this family of three was twisted away from Panjiayuan Ghost Market.

Seeing that Su Qinghe's face was still pale, Ye Cheng couldn't help but ask softly.

"No...I don't want to anymore!"

Su Qinghe's head shook like a rattle.

Who knows, family members.

If you pick up a leak, if you pick up a fake, your money will be damaged.

If you find the real thing, you might even go in and step on the sewing machine.

The risks here are too great.

She finally understood why fewer and fewer people were picking up leaks.

Why don't you dare to turn on the lights in the ghost market? There are ghosts and monsters everywhere.

It is true that a good baby like her cannot participate in the game.

Ye Cheng laughed and pushed the girl next to him. .

"Why don't you dare, Qinghe, you have picked up a big leak today, a big leak worth tens of billions!"

Receive all the property of Rongsheng Group for free.

Isn't this a huge leak or something?

Ye Cheng asked Su Qinghe to recognize this cheap uncle, and also asked your mother to recognize her ancestor.

Su Qinghe had a complicated expression. He looked at his uncle who was standing in front of him with an excited expression and didn't know what to say.

She understood it since meeting her uncle.

The other party has waited too long for this day.

But just as he was about to speak...

Rumble!

A loud noise suddenly came from the sky above Panjiayuan.

The sound was vague and indistinct, and seemed to travel far away.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Where did this sound come from?

Especially Ye Cheng, subconsciously looked to the northwest.

Why did that loud noise just now sound so similar to...

The sound of an explosion?

Northwest, what happened?

……

at the same time.

The Ming Tombs, outside the tomb of a certain emperor.

Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer ran over with angry faces.

The two shouted angrily in unison.

"Chen Wentian! Are you crazy! You dare to use explosives!"

The two of them looked at the overturned treasure roof and the dark hole, dumbfounded.

It took less than twelve hours to enter the mausoleum area.

The entrance to the huge underground palace suddenly appeared in front of them.