Zhang Ermao had been mixing in the antique street for so many years, and his various channels and connections were indeed not comparable to those of ordinary people, however, there were many high-end resources that he had never been able to quite fit into before even though he knew about them.
For example, some of the master craftsmen who specialised in manufacturing high-end counterfeit antiques, their counterparts were often those antique dealers who had big clients and a relatively high social and industry status.
Little people like Zhang Ermao before, they simply couldn’t look at them.
Even if Zhang Ermao could find them at that time, they wouldn’t even look at Zhang Ermao.
If these people were big drug lords, then Zhang Ermao was at best a small-time yakuza who wandered around the nightclubs, peddling bobbleheads.
However, the current Zhang Ermao was not what he used to be.
He was Master Hong Fifth’s military advisor, and his connections and status in Jinling far exceeded those of ordinary people, so when he called one of the senior master masters, the other party was even a little flattered and invited Zhang Ermao to visit his studio to discuss in detail.
So, Zhang Ermao drove there with Xiao Changkun.
The other party’s so-called studio is actually a counterfeiting old, the second processing of cultural relics and antiques dens.
Because this line of work is not visible, so the other side of the nest location is also very intriguing.
This place is in the village under the motorway bridge, and, out of the village two steps forward, is next door to the Huizhou province.
Zhang Ermao felt that Xiao Changkun’s Rolls Royce Cullinan was a bit too eye-catching to go to this kind of urban and rural area, so he drove his own car and took Xiao Changkun to rush over.
Don’t look at the village right next to the highway bridge, but the two highway intersections before and after are seven or eight kilometres away from the village, so they got off the highway and drove on the bumpy and narrow county road for quite a while before finally arriving at the village entrance.
At the village entrance at this time, a male in his forties with a long beard was already waiting here respectfully.
Seeing Zhang Ermao coming, he greeted him and said to Zhang Ermao: “Brother Ermao, you are here! The car is parked at the village entrance, let’s walk in, it’s not that far, just a few hundred metres.”
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 hurriedly lowered his voice and said, “Don’t call me President Xiao, this kind of thing is the more low-key the better, a moment to introduce me, just say that my surname is Han.”
After saying this, he also hurriedly spat: “Blah blah blah blah, what the hell is the surname Han, just say that my surname is Murong, is an antique dealer from Suzhou and Hangzhou.”