Grand Collection

The four of them returned to the room. The old smoker was squatting on the bedside smoking a cigarette, and said in a hoarse voice, "Boss Kong, have you discussed it? Our two brothers are rough people and don't understand the business in your antique shop, but we know that this The bottle must be a big treasure, so at least get this amount."

He suddenly took Kong Xin's hand and compared a number with his fingers.

Universe in the sleeves!

Luo Zigeng's eyes widened suddenly. In order to prevent the price from leaking out in the old antique shop, when buyers and sellers negotiated, they often hid their hands in their sleeves and communicated through five-finger gestures.

There are very few people who play like this in the current business. This guy is an old ghost.

Kong Xin shook hands with the old smoker with a blank face. In just a few minutes, there were four or five rounds of back and forth. Luo Zigeng stood behind him and saw that his face was stern and sickly pale - he was still feverish, he was too brave .

The two went back and forth more than a dozen times, and finally slowed down. Kong Xin glanced at him coldly, as if he was weighing whether he had reached the bottom line, and the old smoker was also looking at him. No matter how deep the hiding is, it can't hide the experience of living in this industry for many years.

The two people, who are not easy to lose, guessed at each other for a moment, both smiled, their fingers hooked together, and finally ended with a handshake.

Meng Xin asked in a low voice, "It's done?"

Kong Xin lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. His fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably. He didn't look at Meng Xin, and reluctantly grinned, "Yeah."

A long-necked round-bellied vase from a firewood kiln 1000 years ago was sold for 6000 yuan.

Coming out of the hotel, the north wind was bitter, and Luo Zigeng shivered. The winter night in the north was really bitingly cold.

Kong Xin stood under the door lamp with a cigarette in his mouth, looked up at the unfathomable night sky, squinted his eyes and muttered, "Nearly 7000 million to buy a bottle, Xiao Meng, do you think we are stupid?"

Meng Xin was carrying a schoolbag with a long-necked bottle on her back, and chuckled, "Idiots buy, idiots sell, and there are idiots waiting, isn't it us who are talking about."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly Luo Zigeng exclaimed, Meng Xin suddenly turned around, and saw Kong Xin's body shaking twice, and he fell headfirst down the steps.

"Be careful!" Luo Zigeng rushed forward, grabbed his coat with his fingertips, and pulled him into his arms with a strong force.

Fiery lips flashed across his cheeks, and Luo Zigeng hugged Kong Xin's softened body. The moment they embraced each other, the warm body of the other party fell into his arms, and a kind of unspeakable happiness suddenly surged up in his heart, as if his heart was empty. The area that had been there for many years was instantly filled.

Embarrassingly, he actually reacted at this moment.

Kong Xin frowned a few times, came back to his senses, leaned weakly on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I seem to be too tired."

"We'll take you to the hospital." Luo Zigeng tried hard to keep his semi-rigid lower body away from him.

Kong Xin seemed to sense it, and looked up at him, Luo Zigeng looked embarrassed.

"...Little brat," Kong Xin cursed with a weary laugh.

On the contrary, Luo Zigeng was calm, and simply put his arms around his slender waist, "Can't stand still? Don't worry, lean on me."

"Well," Kong Xin nodded, and honestly relaxed his body and put the weight on his shoulders. He had a high fever and didn't sleep all night, and he was so dizzy that his vision was blurred.

Luo Zigeng was guilty of being a thief, his ears turned red quickly, and he quietly took a deep breath to drive away the unsightly images in his brain, his expression was extremely upright, and he secretly thought that it would be good to just lean close like this.

Luo Zigeng insisted on going to the hospital, Kong Xinqiang cheered up, "I can't go."

"Don't be willful," Luo Zigeng frowned, "You have a high fever."

"No, Xiaomeng booked a plane ticket." Kong Xin glanced at Mengxin's backpack for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, "This thing can change the pattern of today's antique circle. I don't know how many people are thinking about it." , it’s too dangerous to carry it, we can’t go anywhere now, we must go back to Nanjing immediately.” Meng Xin nodded, and immediately took out her mobile phone to book a ticket.

The plane back to Nanjing didn't take off until evening, and the three of them went back to the hotel to catch up on sleep. They made an appointment with the doctor to give Kong Xin an injection. He had a high fever and didn't sleep all night. He was completely overloaded.

During the daytime, the hotel was crowded with people, the three of them stepped out of the elevator, looked up, and saw Pan Nanhua leading people up from afar.

Kong Xin immediately straightened up from Luo Zigeng's shoulders, walking steadily and calmly, "Mr. Pan, is it so early?" Pan Nanhua smiled and held Kong Xin's hand as soon as he came up, "Xiao Kong, congratulations." ?”

"Still doing this with uncle?" Pan Nanhua lowered his voice, "The business led by the Eight Sage Kings..."

Kong Xin raised his hand to interrupt him, took out his key card and opened the door, "Come in and talk."

Pan Nanhua only brought a secretary, and he carried a safe in his hand. After opening it, Pan Nanhua put on his gloves and carefully took out a pair of calligraphy and paintings.

Luo Zigeng was taken aback for a moment, "Zeng Gong's "Bi Shi Tie"?"

"Zigeng has good eyesight," Pan Nanhua praised, with a complex tone, "This calligraphy is a rare copy both at home and abroad, and it has been passed down in an orderly manner. Zeng Gong is among the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, but the works that have appeared so far are all in the hands of collectors. In the hand, it is very rare for others to see it."

Sitting on the sofa, Kong Xin casually glanced at the "Journal Posts", raised his eyebrows, "Since it's Mr. Pan's collection, it must be genuine and priceless..."

Pan Nanhua showed a look of pride, "This is my most cherished collection right now. The real sweetheart, Xiao Kong, I heard that you made a big deal early this morning." His eyes fell on Meng Xin's backpack, He made a gesture with his right hand, "This number?"

Luo Zigeng frowned. Pan Nanhua's news was so well-informed that he even found out the transaction price. There were only six people present at the time, and they used their pockets to bargain. Who leaked the news?

"Mr. Pan's news is really fast," Kong Xin said with a calm expression, "Since the skylight has been opened, let's speak plainly. Chai Kiln has never died in 800 years. Is this thing true or not? , Xiaomeng and I are not sure, if it is a fake, we will suffer a big loss, but good eyesight is practiced with real money, who has never done it? We will pay the tuition fee, 7000 million pairs Gujin Pavilion is not an astronomical figure, but if it is genuine," Kong Xin glanced at the corner of his eye and sneered, "Mr. Pan thinks that I, Kong, opened the store for the first time?"

Pan Nanhua's face suddenly turned ugly. The two of them hadn't met much before, but the Antique Shop was neither small nor big. There were so many people in total, who and who and what personality, even if they didn't meet each other, they could know each other very well.

In the past few years, Kong Xin has been in the limelight, has a sharp eye, and is courageous. He is recognized as a leader among the younger generation, but in Pan Nanhua's view, he is only relying on the century-old foundation of the Kong family's ancient and modern pavilions. Meng Xin came down-to-earth.

Now that he is willing to take out the "Public Affairs Post", it is already for the face of the older generation, this kid is simply too arrogant.

"Hehehe," Pan Nanhua was not the type to put a hot face on a cold ass, he smiled kindly twice, motioned the secretary to put away the safe, and said to Kong, "It seems that I have no fate, now I won't buy it, How about letting Uncle take a look and experience some of the legendary firewood kiln artifacts?"

Kong Xin tilted his head, looked at him innocently and smiled, "When we return to Nanjing, Gujin Pavilion will definitely hold a large-scale exhibition, and we will invite all collectors from all over the world to come and hold eyes. At that time, Mr. Pan will definitely reward us."

When Meng Xin sent them away from the hotel, Luo Zigeng snorted coldly, "He really has a good plan."

Kong Xin lay down on the sofa exhaustedly, let out a long breath, and murmured, "Pan Nanhua is a person who has no profit and can't afford it early. If the business fails this time, I'm afraid there will be another way. We have to go back to Nanjing as soon as possible, and take the Send the flask to Dad, and let the two old men fight."

His mobile phone rang suddenly. Kong Xin glanced at the caller ID, and got up to answer the call. He hung up the phone without saying a few words, turned off the phone and threw it on the coffee table, "The news spread really fast. Everyone wants to buy a firewood kiln, it’s so annoying, I haven’t had enough fun yet.”

Luo Zigeng raised his hand to cover his forehead, and frowned, "It's still so hot, don't think about it, you go to sleep for a while, the doctor will come later, I'll go buy breakfast first, what do you want to eat?"

"Eat..." Kong Xin looked at him slowly, "Eat dumplings."

"Okay, I'm going to order quick-frozen dumplings." Luo Zigeng stood in front of the sofa, bent down and smiled, "Don't lie on the sofa, go to bed and sleep, do you want me to hug you, eh?"

His voice was clear and clean, and the "um" at the end made Kong Xin's heart tremble for no reason, and the corners of his mouth curled up lazily, "Xiao Luozi, serve me to bed."

"twitter."

The dumplings made with shepherd’s purse and open-ocean pork were so fragrant that Kong Xin couldn’t bear to go to sleep. While smelling the aroma, he lay on the bed and touched the long-necked bottle. The delicate and smooth green glaze was as warm as jade, just like Luo Zigeng’s smile. Can bring a thrilling wonderful enjoyment.

Meng Xin pushed the door open and came in with a gloomy look on his brows.

Kong Xin raised his head, "What's the matter? Who is so short-sighted and dares to mess with Miss Meng?"

"Get lost!" Meng Xin was annoyed, she dragged the sofa and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fell on the flask, "This thing is a scourge."

Kong Xin: "How to say?"

"Just now I met a few people downstairs, who looked like they were from an antique shop, sneaking around in the corner of the hotel," Meng Xin said with a solemn expression, "I'm afraid someone will play tricks."

Kong Xin thought for a moment, "Well, from now on, the three of us will stay in the room until we go to the airport at night."

Meng Xin nodded.

"The dumplings are out of the pot!" Luo Zigeng directly brought the pot over.

Putting the flask into the safe, the three of them ate the dumplings wheezingly. Kong Xin tapped the lunch box and said, "Comrade Luo Zigeng, your cooking skills are not good. Some of the dumpling skins are broken. I even ate one without filling." , to criticize you on behalf of the organization, and hope to correct it in the future.”

Luo Zigeng was annoyed, "It won't confuse you even if it burns to 39 degrees, shut up."

Meng Xin's cell phone rang suddenly, he glanced at it, and went outside to answer the call. After the two finished eating, Luo Zigeng cleaned up the table and was about to drive Kong Xin to sleep when the doorbell rang, and Luo Zigeng went to answer the door, "It should be a doctor."

Kong Xin lay lazily on the sofa and rubbed his belly, "I've been hung up for a week and the potion didn't work. This is a quack doctor."

"Don't talk nonsense," Luo Zigeng urged, and opened the door after confirming his identity, "Doctor Wang this time... who are you?"

The moment the door opened, three men in sunglasses rushed out from behind the doctor, kicked Luo Zigeng away, and rushed towards Kong Xin, "Hand over your things honestly!"

Kong Xin scolded, "Who sent you here?"

The structure of the hotel room is simple, the safe stands in the corner and is clearly visible at a glance. The man in the sunglasses threw away Kong Xin and reached out to grab the safe.

"Go away, Lao Tzu!" Kong Xin was furious immediately, and threw his fists up.

The man in sunglasses grabbed his hair and elbowed Kong Xin almost vomiting blood.

"You dare to hit him! Damn it, you dare to hit him!!!" Luo Zigeng roared angrily, rushed up, grabbed a man by the collar, swung his arm and hit him hard on the face.

The man staggered and fell, stretched out his hand to grab the lamp on the bedside table, and knocked his head and face down.

With a bang, the lampshade shattered, and Luo Zigeng's mind went numb, warm blood flowed down. He wiped the plasma that covered his eyes, and then violently pushed the man down, and his fists fell on his face one after another.

Kong Xin's high fever did not subside, he forced himself to protect the safe, and said sharply, "Break in, you are breaking the law, do you understand?"

"Stop talking nonsense, as long as we get the things, we don't have to worry about anything else."

"You don't care about taking a gun?" With a cold shout, a tall figure appeared at the door, pointing at the black muzzle of the gun casually.

Kong Xin breathed a sigh of relief, brother!This is brother!

"You have two choices," Wang Baxian said casually, standing among the crowd of his subordinates, fiddling with the pistol, "First, tell me who the employer is, and then get the hell out of here. Second, go to the police station and say , the police car will be here soon. You can still choose not to believe my words, but I will definitely make you regret it, because..." He smiled proudly, and said loudly, "Eight Sage Kings never joke!"

Kong Xin: "..."

The man in sunglasses has professional ethics, he would rather die than spit out the name of his employer, Wang Baxian didn't bother him too much, handed it to his subordinates, tied him up and threw him to the police station, anyway, there are always a few cowards in the circle who always engage in evil heretics .

Kong Xin turned around and hugged Luo Zigeng. Seeing his forehead stained with blood, he was shocked and turned to Wang Baxian and shouted, "Ambulance! Damn, call an ambulance!"

Wang Baxian asked his staff to call for a doctor, "Don't panic, there's no way to die with such a little blood!"

Kong Xin: "Let go of Nima..."

"Shut up!" Wang Baxian took out a pistol and pointed it at his mouth, "Why are you so aggressive at me? You will be killed if you keep talking!"

Kong Xin's face was livid, and he pointed to his forehead, "It's kind of like hitting here."

"No way!" Wang Baxian pulled the trigger twice as if venting his anger, and threw the toy gun to the ground, "Fortunately, I have the foresight to bring someone to arrive in time, otherwise you will cry, damn it, let me know who is behind the scenes As an envoy, tomorrow I will take someone to rape his whole family...Hey, where is Miss Meng?"

Kong Xin covered Luo Zigeng's wound, and said blankly, "I went out to make a phone call." Blood leaked from between his fingers, and the hot liquid made him panic, "Why hasn't the ambulance come yet?"

"Don't panic, I'm fine," Luo Zigeng said softly, "This little injury..."

Kong Xin said anxiously, "It's all flowing into a fountain!"

"It's not that interesting," Wang Baxian came over, bent down to check twice, "it's okay, this kid is in good physical condition, hey, I didn't expect that, usually he looks gentle and gentle, but his hands are quite dark, which makes him look like a big boy. The big guy in shape is a fool, believe me, you are far behind in this point, your combat effectiveness is not good, it makes you corrupt all day long, look, it’s useless, look at Zi Geng, this is called boy work!!!”

Luo Zigeng broke down, "Please don't open your mouth, old man."

The vicious subordinates of the Wang family invited a team of trembling doctors, tremblingly treated Luo Zigeng's wound, and put some medicine on Kong Xin. He didn't even dare to think about the three words of medical fee, so he ran away like a tail. It will also leave a lot of psychological shadow.

Meng Xin came back from the outside almost two hours later, seeing Wang Baxian and the mess in the room, her face turned cold, "What did you do?"

Wang Baxian sat on the bedside and played with his mobile phone, without raising his head, he said, "I am a god who came down to earth, and at the critical moment, I tried my best to turn the tide when the Gujin Pavilion building was about to collapse. I saved your Confucius and Mencius families by myself. Guarding the firewood kiln can be said to be guarded by one man, and no one can open it."

Meng Xin turned a deaf ear, walked past him expressionlessly, bent down to look at Kong Xin who was drowsy under the effect of the medicine, raised her hand to cover his forehead, and her face softened a little—fortunately, the fever has subsided.

Luo Zigeng sat on the sofa with gauze wrapped around his head, and briefly talked about what happened just now. With a lingering gloom on Meng Xin's brows, he said softly, "If you don't take out the flask for a day, this matter won't be finished for a day. It's hot. It's really hot."

"High risk means high return," Wang Baxian said, "There are already more than a dozen collectors who want to ask me to trade with you, and the highest price is up to..." He stretched out three fingers and sneered mockingly, "Three billions."

Luo Zigeng was taken aback. It seems that in this world, there are never a few people who are obsessed with antiques like his father.

Meng Xin said, "If the price is right, now is a good time to sell."

"No!" Kong Xin got out of bed and said in a hoarse voice, "No matter how much it costs, it cannot be sold. This is a rare treasure worthy of collection and appreciation for generations. Its collection value cannot be measured by money."

"But this bottle is too hot," Meng Xin said, "If someone robs you today, someone will rob you tomorrow. All kinds of conspiracies and tricks make you hard to guard against. It's not worth it."

Kong Xin raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's worth it, I think it's worth it, Xiaomeng, although the Meng family has declined, it is still a family of collectors after all, why are you so short-sighted and have been in the ancient and modern pavilion for so long, don't you believe that the Kong family is capable?" To protect a bottle in the settlement?"

Meng Xin closed her lips tightly and didn't speak. After a while, she smiled faintly, "I was too worried. Of course I know the Gujin Pavilion's surname is Kong and how powerful it is."