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    ” Oh, young man, so young, what can’t you think of.”

    I wiped my tears and looked back and froze, wasn’t this the old man who gave me directions in Panjiayuan yesterday?

    This is the old man who told me that the booths at the Temple of Repose don’t cost anything.

    “Boy, I’ve noticed you since you came to Panjiayuan yesterday to sell your stuff, if I guessed correctly, was the money stolen?” ??

    The old man was dressed in a casual suit, with some gray hair at his temples, and looked very spry.

    I didn’t think much of it at the time, I nodded my head with red eyes and I said that my selling money had been stolen and I didn’t want to live.

    He shook his head and laughed softly, “How much money did you lose, little man?”

    I’d say over four thousand dollars was lost.

    “Huh,” he grinned, giving me the finger.

    “You call four thousand dollars money? You work with me, and in that time alone, I’ll make you twenty thousand dollars.”

    Staring dumbfounded at his one finger, I asked, “How long? A year?”

    The old man shook his head.

    “January?”

    He shook his head again.

    “A week???”

    “Haha, no kidding, one minute! As long as you’re quick on the uptake, a couple thousand dollars in a minute!”

    I thought it was unbelievable. I thought this guy was a human trafficker trying to get me to sell a kidney.

    I don’t want to sell my kidneys. If I die, it’s fine, but if I sell my kidneys while I’m still alive, I’ve heard that I’ll never be able to have a child, and my wife will have to cuckold me.

    He left a message and turned away.

    “Young man, if you want to make a name for yourself and drive home in style, then come with me, if you still want to die for that chicken money, then you don’t have to come, proving that I’ve been looking at the wrong person.”

    Yes, four thousand dollars, an astronomical amount to my family living in poverty, is chicken feed to him.

    This man, the master who brought me into the profession.

    The way he got rich doing it was grave robbing.

    The Dragon is divided into gold to see the entanglement of the mountain, a heavy entanglement is a heavy gate, if the gate has a thousand locks, there must be princes and lords living in this room.

    From the moment I followed him off the footbridge, I was in the business.

    Shortly after I started.

    Just understand, the old man was right, a few thousand dollars is chicken feed, it’s just something you can make in minutes.

    Have you all heard a lot about the four main sects of grave robbers?

    The Golden Envoy, the Mountain Movers, the Ridge Breakers, and the Haircock Generals.

    In fact, the real situation is not like this, these sects have long since disappeared in the long river of history, and now the inverted fight is probably divided into two factions.

    That is, the Northern and Southern factions.

    It is also jokingly referred to as the bold and the timid.

    Northern people bold road wild, hand have a Luoyang shovel what all dare to dig, but there is a point, is not good at pulling out water holes, especially in Hunan, Guizhou, Zhejiang and these southern regions of the water holes, dry thousands of years, wet 10,000 years, not dry and not wet half a year, water holes are very difficult to have water monkeys that kind of water, the water holes are too deep, but also need to be specialized in gas cylinder diving equipment.

    Not to blow no black, the northern faction are basically dry ducks, the ground bull, underwater is really can not play.

    There are many Southern factions that are familial, dads with sons, grandfathers with grandsons, and generally rarely partner with outsiders they don’t know, so they are jokingly referred to as timid factions, and this is done, of course, in order to prevent blackmail.

    This line of fish and dragons, what a cat and a dog have, bull is really bull, are able to backward burial scripture characters, a glance fixed points, this is not an exaggeration.

    Then there are those indiscriminate laymen, the kind who carry a hoe and dare to dig up graves, the kind who die the fastest and get caught the most.

    It’s rare to get caught on the regular army road.

    I’ll say it roughly.

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