Chapter 467: You've Watched Too Many Hong Kong and Taiwan Movies? (Make-up Chapter)

Xiaowei Village is a village in the suburbs of Shancheng City. Because it is adjacent to the sea and the coastline has a curved arc, it is named after looking like a shrimp's tail.

In the past, Xiaowei Village was very poor. With hundreds of people in the village, there were only a dozen or twenty fishing boats in total. Relying on the sea to eat, they couldn't even fill their stomachs.

But since a few years ago, Xiaowei Village, relying on the sea to eat, opened up a night-time business, and then suddenly became wealthy. Not to mention eating well and drinking well, almost every family built a small Western-style building.

Old Meng used to be from Xiaowei Village. Although he is now wealthy and lives in the city, he still has the qualifications to use Xiaowei Village to do his own business.

When he saw the two Guan brothers driving two donkey carts over, he couldn't help but laugh: "Old Guan, since you have a relationship with Mr. Tong from Hong Kong, how can you not even get a few cars?"

Guan Cihui smiled and said: "It's not that we didn't know Boss Meng before, right? With only Hong Kong connections and no local help, this business can't be done, right?"

"I hope Boss Meng will help a lot in the future to make this business last a long, long time."

"Long, long time, that's auspicious. You Beijingers really know how to talk, hahahaha."

Old Meng laughed a few times, changed the subject, and asked: "Old Guan, how did you get connected with Mr. Tong? And how much is this cart of stuff worth?"

Guan Cihui said with an unchanging expression: "Mr. Tong used to be a Manchu, and so were we. We lost contact before, and now we've just restored it."

The sound of engines suddenly rang out on the sea, and several black shadows approached Xiaowei Village at a very fast speed.

Guan Cihui looked at the ship on the distant sea, as if seeing a timid old man.

The person driving the boat also said impatiently: "Your stuff needs Mr. Ming to check if it's real or fake. If you're worried, you can follow us to that ship. After inspecting the goods, we'll pay you immediately."

Old Meng smiled and didn't ask any more. This time, Guan Cihui found him and agreed to help Guan Cihui send the stuff away in exchange for two ships of electrical appliances.

None of the three ships turned on their lights. They didn't slow down until they were close to Xiaowei Village. Then two ships approached the shore, while the other ship stopped on the sea a few hundred meters away from the shore.

Mainly because he didn't know when his older brother would appear. With just these four people, if they were discovered, wouldn't they all be fish food?

"Boom, boom, boom~"

After the electrical appliances were unloaded, the people on the ship asked the Guan brothers to load the antiques onto the ship.

Guan Cihui said coldly: "Loading the ship is no problem, but what about our money?"

Old Meng also didn't look down on Guan Cihui's stuff; he had his eye on Mr. Tong's path in Hong Kong. If he really got connected with Mr. Tong, then his group of card-playing friends would all have to get goods from him in the future.

Tan Min had the best eyesight and whispered: "It's three ships; they've really come."

After the two ships docked, Old Meng's people immediately went up and started unloading. Sure enough, it was all the electrical appliances agreed upon.

"The older the age, the smaller the courage. He really is careful."

Comrade Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

However, this monotonous sound of waves just happened to cover up some other sounds.

Two o'clock in the morning, the agreed time arrived. Guan Cihui checked his watch twice in a row and then stared at the sea, looking carefully.

"As for how much our little bit of stuff is worth? That's really hard to say. This stuff is just a pile of junk here. I don't care how much they sell it for; I'll just take my share."

"Hehe, you're right. We'll just take our share."

Old Song whispered to Comrade Yao: "Look, I didn't lie to you, right? Those two donkey carts are full of antiques. If your older brother gets promoted this time, don't forget my kindness."

Old Song, Tan Min, Wei Jiaxian, and Comrade Yao, under the cover of the waves, finally quietly approached a position very close to Guan Cihui.

The moon on the sixth day of the first lunar month wasn't very bright. In the silent night, dots of white waves appeared and disappeared. Only the sound of the waves repeated monotonously, but no roar of engines could be heard.

After he called his older brother, he followed Old Song to Xiaowei Village by some strange coincidence. At this moment, he was suddenly very afraid.

Last time on Zhongying Street, the Prince Beile didn't dare to cross the center line by even one step. This time, even though he had reached the shore, he still didn't dare to step on his hometown's land.

But with so many antiques, the Prince Beile definitely had to inspect the goods himself during the transaction. He knew very well what this batch of things was. Otherwise, with so many things he brought this time, when would others finish looking at them one by one?

But wanting him to follow to the sea to inspect the goods, he was afraid there would be no return, right?

So Guan Cihui said coldly: "Inspecting the goods is fine, come to the shore to inspect them. Otherwise, you can leave now."

"F*ck your mother~"

The person driving the boat cursed, then said something to the ship on the sea through the walkie-talkie.

Then one ship returned to the sea and picked up a person from the other ship.

Guan Cihui took a look; the person who came was actually Ai Zhixin.

As soon as Ai Zhixin landed, he said bitterly: "Guan Da, are you really that cowardly?"

Guan Cihui said indifferently: "The one who is cowardly isn't me. Stop talking nonsense here. Take the money, take the goods. You are not your father; stop acting big in front of me."

Ai Zhixin was so choked by the retort that he almost couldn't catch his breath. After panting hard a few times, he threw a dozen stacks of banknotes to Guan Cihui.

"This is US dollars. Converted to RMB, it's at least a million. Hurry up and load the goods onto the ship."

Guan Cihui glanced at Ai Zhixin coldly: "How much money you give, that's how much goods you load. If you think it's not appropriate, then follow my initial request. You take a few pieces to Hong Kong to sell, split the proceeds fifty-fifty, and then I'll give you the other few pieces."

Ai Zhixin said angrily: "How do I know if these goods are real?"

Guan Cihui wasn't panicked at all: "You can inspect them slowly; anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

The two stood in a stalemate for a moment. Old Meng's people on the side had already taken away more than half of the goods, but Guan Cihui wouldn't let go.

Ai Zhixin had to discuss with the sea via walkie-talkie again, and later even bickered with a woman for a long time.

In the end, the ship on the shore returned to the sea again and picked up another person.

Guan Ciying took a deep breath and asked his older brother: "Older brother, the one coming this time should be the Prince Beile, right?"

Guan Cihui said: "Not necessarily. When I saw him last time, I felt he was old and was no longer the ambitious Prince Beile of the past. He is very afraid of death now."

"Heh~"

Guan Ciying sneered: "Ambitious? How many years has it been since Manchukuo disappeared?"

The ship docked. Sure enough, the person who came down wasn't the Prince Beile, but a woman.

Tan Min, hiding not far away, was also surprised: "How can it be a woman? Wasn't it said that women aren't allowed on the ship?"

When Fu Guiyin got off the ship carrying a suitcase full of US dollars, she cursed the ancestors of that "Mr. Ming" for eighteen generations in her heart.

It was supposed to be a serious business, like that Ms. Chen who sold rosewood, sitting and getting rich, but before even seeing the goods, she had to hand over her coffin money.

Fu Guiyin naturally wouldn't do it, so Mr. Ming brought her and Ai Zhixin together to "see the goods."

This was great. After getting on the ship, Fu Guiyin regretted it. So this was a life-risking business?

But after bad luck came, there was only worse, not worst. Not long after Ai Zhixin got off the ship and went ashore, Mr. Ming actually forced her to go ashore to deliver money.

At this moment, Fu Guiyin felt that the previously kind and gentle Mr. Ming was so fierce and terrifying.

And when she arrived ashore and saw Ai Zhixin, Fu Guiyin felt she had a little support.

She grabbed Ai Zhixin's arm: "Axin, is this business okay? If it's not, let's not do it."

"It's okay, it's okay, it will be over soon."

Ai Zhixin hugged Fu Guiyin and patted her back. After comforting her for a moment, he took the suitcase from her hand.

He opened the suitcase, revealing the US dollars inside.

"Can we load the ship now? You won't be able to spend this money in eight lifetimes."

Guan Cihui pursed her lips, and her younger brother Guan Ciying went over to take a careful look; the suitcase was full of US dollars, with no white paper, newspapers, or anything else.

But Guan Ciying's expression hesitated. He turned back to Guan Cihui and said: "Older brother, I can't recognize if the US dollars are real or fake. Could these... be counterfeit?"

Ai Zhixin was stunned for a long time, then burst out: "Have you watched too many Hong Kong and Taiwan movies? Counterfeit money? If it were really counterfeit money, wouldn't I have long ago... hey, hey, hey..."

Ai Zhixin didn't finish his sentence before he saw Guan Cihui pounce over, a sharp dagger already pressed against his neck.

Guan Cihui pinched Ai Zhixin's shoulder and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense. Now you can load the ship, but you have to stay here. After I find someone to inspect it tomorrow, I'll let you go."

The people on the ship didn't care about Ai Zhixin and started unloading goods from the donkey cart to load onto the ship, which left Ai Zhixin with a bitter taste in his mouth.

And Old Meng, who was watching the joke on the side, also lost his smile.

Because he saw that at the same time Guan Cihui made his move, his younger brother Guan Ciying's hand also touched his waist and lifted his clothes.

What was on his waist wasn't a dagger, but a submachine gun like the ones in old movies. It looked like it had some years on it, but its deterrent power was not small at all.

【No wonder these two brothers are so bold. Are they actually powerful outsiders?】

A suitcase of US dollars was definitely a disaster, but the performance of the two Guan brothers also made Old Meng strictly maintain his reputation for "loyalty."

It's just that Ai Zhixin and Fu Guiyin were scared to death; both of them were trembling, and the smell of urine even came out.

The people on the ship moved goods quickly. Seeing that nearly half had been moved, Ai Zhixin suddenly said to Fu Guiyin: "Yin, I can't stay here. If I stay here, the stuff on the ship will be swallowed by others, and it will have nothing to do with us."

"I must go back with these goods. These goods are our future happiness, our future hope..."

"Woooo, what should we do? This money is real! I just exchanged it from the bank."

Ai Zhixin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "So you stay here. Anyway, there's no problem with this money, so they won't do anything to you."

"Tomorrow you go directly to Pengcheng to wait for me. Once I get the money, I'll go pick you up, and then we'll return to the Lighthouse to see my father and let him hold a grand wedding for us..." ===== CHAPTER 468 =====