Zhang Ermao has been in the antique street for so many years, and the various channels and connections are indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, there are many high-end resources that he has been familiar with before, but has never been able to integrate into.
For example, some master craftsmen who specialize in manufacturing high-end counterfeit antiques often deal with antique dealers who have large customers and have relatively high social and industry status.
They simply looked down upon a small person like Zhang Ermao.
Even if Zhang Ermao could find them at that time, they would not look at Zhang Ermao at all.
If these people are all big drug lords, then Zhang Ermao is at best a little bastard who wanders around nightclubs and sells bobblehead toys.
But Zhang Ermao is no longer what he used to be.
He was Hong Wuye’s military advisor, and his connections and status in Jinling were far beyond ordinary people. So when he called one of the senior masters, the other party was even flattered and invited Zhang Ermao to visit his studio for a detailed discussion.
So, Zhang Ermao drove there with Xiao Changkun.
The other party’s so-called studio is actually a den for counterfeiting and secondary processing of cultural relics and antiques.
Since this industry is shady, the location of the opponent’s den is also very intriguing.
This place is in the village under the highway bridge, and if you walk two steps ahead from the village, you will be in Huizhou Province next door.
Zhang Ermao felt that Xiao Changkun’s Rolls-Royce Cullinan was a bit too eye-catching in this urban-rural fringe area, so he drove his own car and drove Xiao Changkun there.
Although the village is right next to the highway bridge, the two highway intersections are seven or eight kilometers away from the village, so they got off the highway and drove on the bumpy and narrow county road for a while before finally reaching the entrance of the village.
At this time, at the entrance of the village, a man in his forties with a long beard was already waiting respectfully.
Seeing Zhang Ermao coming, he stepped forward and said to Zhang Ermao: “Brother Ermao, you are here! Just park the car at the entrance of the village and let’s walk in. It’s not far, only a few hundred meters.”
Zhang Ermao nodded, parked the car on the side of the road, and said to Xiao Changkun: “President Xiao, let’s go down.”
Xiao Changkun quickly lowered his voice and said: “Don’t call me President Xiao. The lower profile the better for this kind of thing. When you introduce me later, just say my surname is Han.”
After saying that, he quickly spat: “Bah, bah, bah, what the hell is my surname Han? Just say my surname is Murong, and I am an antique dealer from Suzhou and Hangzhou.”
Zhang Ermao nodded repeatedly: “Okay, Mr. Murong, right?”
“Yes!” Xiao Changkun smiled with satisfaction: “The compound surname is still awesome, and it sounds awesome.”