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In a hurry, Exerting Effort took out the phone from his pocket. "San Er, what's going on?" "San Er? My name is Di Ting, he's your San Er." When I heard Fatty's heartless teasing, not only was I not angry, I felt On the contrary, it gives rise to a sense of solidity. It's strange, no matter what, as long as I leave it in his hands, I always feel at ease. Especially after hearing his heartless and flat laughter. "What's going on? Has the price been set?" I didn't want to gossip, so I asked while covering the phone. "I'm already in China, I have the stuff in my hand. Listen to Liu Squad Leader you are in Beijing, I don't dare to carry this thing into Beijing, what's the matter, if not, I will go directly to Lop Nur. I have drawn the route. Okay, it shouldn’t be a big problem. Liu Squad Leader got me a pass and I’ll be exempt from inspection all the way.” After hearing what Fatty said, I was so worried that my heart finally fell. But he didn't mention the money to me, which made me suspicious. It couldn't have been stolen from Vietnamese. "Have you paid anyone's bill?" "Look, can Vietnamese let you go if you don't pay? This is not carefree. You can't even run away with such a big guy on your back." " Then where did you get the money? "Why didn't you inform me?"
"Don't mention it. I don't have time to haggle over money with them. If I guessed right, the Vietnamese Gang is falling apart over money, and the stuff is in the hands of the Jackal. That guy has a fixed price. Can you guess how much he wants?"
"Damn. Don't joke with me. I have no idea."
Fatty threw out a number, and I shuddered, feeling an urge to sneak a few plates out of this room. It's outrageous. This is definitely not something that can be solved by selling a kidney.
"Where did you get that much money? Cao Mingzhe probably can't come up with that kind of cash anytime soon."
"I figure that's the situation. With such a large sum, just getting approval will take at least a month. By the time you transfer the money to me, Daylily will be long gone. I got the money from Ouyang. It needs to be paid back, so you better think of a way to ask Cao Mingzhe for the funds."
"Alright, I'll call Cao Mingzhe later. You and A San head straight to Lop Nur. I guess that's all I can do for now. Old Cao is keeping me in Beijing because he's afraid I'll get into trouble, and it seems like action is about to start soon. Oh, Jack's here; I'll talk to him about this matter."
"What matter? Am I part of this too?"
"Yeah." I forced myself to respond.
"Have you lost your mind or what? The fewer people who know about this, the safer we are, and here you are spreading it everywhere as if you want everyone to know. Even the Americans know now; this has turned into an international joke.
Is there any way to salvage this? How long has it been since he found out? Who is he with? Who will he tell?"
Hearing Fatty's words, Jack's voice echoed in my ears: "I did it."
It was obvious that even though Fatty didn't say it outright, the implication was clear. He had plans to eliminate anyone who knew about it.
"Brother Gang, don't be impulsive. Only he knows about this. It won't get out; he's more cautious than I am. Can we leave American Guy a way out? He has experience with this kind of weapon in the U.S., and we need him to help us with it later. We're all novices here; if we trigger that thing before anyone else shows up, we'll regret it when it's too late. There won't be anywhere to run."
"Are you sure?" Fatty's tone wavered slightly. "He has dealt with this stuff before."
"I'm sure. You don't believe me?"
"Fine. I believe you." Fatty's voice still held some dissatisfaction, but at least he compromised.
"Brother Gang, have you checked the goods? You didn't let the Vietnamese trick you, did you?"
"How do I check? Do I set it off or take the antimatter out to have a look?"
I was taken aback. I had never considered that aspect; I had just asked casually and didn't expect this issue to arise. This wasn't a conventional weapon. Fatty had the capability and expertise to verify the goods. Only an expert like Jack could identify its authenticity.
"Alright, you should head to Lop Nur first. I'll have Jack contact you; he understands this stuff and should be able to figure out its authenticity. Don't find out later that you've been carrying a chunk of iron. See? It's lucky I laid everything out for Jack; otherwise, I wouldn't even know how to talk to him now. That's called foresight."
"Stop gloating. With your hindsight attitude, I'm tempted to roast you. I haven't called Xiao Ting; how is she?"
"Well, before coming to Beijing, I visited her; she's doing fine. How can you be so at ease leaving her in the hospital, letting a young girl take care of an old man? You've got some nerve. If I'd known earlier, I would have had her come here; I could use someone to help with chores."
"Shit, do you think my wife is here to serve you? She's in the hospital to keep an eye on Liu Squad Leader, so he doesn't relapse."
"Fine, as long as he doesn't act up, we should be fine with the bomb. But it's risky; that guy can't keep his mouth shut."
"It's not a big deal. I didn't bring any bombs down; he won't resist other weapons. He knows the dangers better than I do, and for his own life, he won't oppose me bringing better weapons down. Betray me? That would just be shooting himself in the foot."
"Alright then, stay safe."
There were people around me, and it felt like I was making a call like a thief. Just as I was about to hang up, Fatty had other ideas; it seemed like he had plenty of time on his hands.
"What do you mean? Are you about to hang up? Don't be like that; I've still got things to say. So..."
I heard a 'gulp' sound from the receiver as he took a drink.
"Where are you? What are you doing?"
I briefly summarized my work and environment.
I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a low question, "Can you get a few things out?"
I unconsciously turned to glance at the Palace Museum staff member who was accompanying me and actually monitoring me. He was sitting at a table buried under piles of plates, smiling at me.
I turned back and continued to cover the microphone. "Just now, I have over a hundred Armed Police Warriors around me, all with their Mirror-like boxes powered on. There's no way to make a move. If there's even the slightest disturbance, they'll turn me into a sieve."
"Dammit. I'm not going to waste time with you. Just get one done. Bring out a jar, anything from the Chenghua period would do, preferably a larger one. Qiangzi, borrow that money from Ouyang; I promised someone a Ming Blue and White piece. If you have the chance right now, hurry up and get one, or else you won't be able to explain yourself later."
I was sweating in the cold. It seemed Fatty wasn't joking; he really wanted me to pull something off for him.
I moved the phone away from my mouth and squeezed my throat: "Ding dong. The number you have dialed is not in service. Please try again later."
A furious roar came from the receiver: "Go to hell!"
I hung up the phone and looked at the Palace Museum staff who were staring at me in shock: "The creditor has even chased me all the way to Beijing. Sorry for the trouble."
(To Be Continued...)
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