Grand Collection

Kong Yangshan’s voice came from the earphones that had slipped down. Luo Zigeng squeezed Kong Xin’s cold hands, picked up the earphones and put them on, “Uncle Kong, I’m Zigeng, what’s the situation now?”

Kong Yangshan's voice was low and hoarse, trying to suppress the pain, "We have arrived at the hospital, and the doctor said... there is no need for rescue..."

Luo Zigeng took a look at Kong Xin's distraught look, asked where he was, pushed Kong Xin onto the co-pilot, started the car, and took him to the hospital.

Wen Zhijun couldn't bear the blow all of a sudden, and went directly to the emergency room. Kong Min almost fainted from crying. As soon as Luo Zigeng and Kong Xin entered the hospital, they saw Kong Yangshan standing in the corridor with a cane in both hands, his temples were gray.

"Where is he?" Luo Zigeng asked the driver of Kong's family, "Let's go and see."

"Don't look at it," the driver shook his head and said in a low voice, "the other party is a truck. The driver was driving too fast, and the whole thing was crushed on top of it. Xiaomeng's... head was broken... I saw it At first glance, it is really not acceptable to ordinary people, both blood plasma and brain matter..."

"Stop talking," Luo Zigeng interrupted him, saying to Kong, "Let Uncle Kong and Sister Min go back first, it's getting late."

Kong Xin nodded, "Well, they can't help here, I'll go and negotiate with the traffic police, you can see the hospital..."

"You go back too," Luo Zigeng interrupted him, "I can do it by myself."

Kong Xin frowned, "No, I have to..."

"There is nothing that you need to do," Luo Zigeng raised his hand to smooth his frowning, "You have been overloaded these days, you can leave everything here to me," he said bitterly, after a pause, "Don't forget, when my father passed away, I handled it all by myself."

Kong Xin looked at him with complicated eyes. Since when did this young man have the ability to share his worries?

He shook his messy head, trying to wake himself up, but felt that his sanity became more and more chaotic. Maybe it was because he had a reliable person behind him, and his mind began to slacken.

Putting his hand on his shoulder, he said wearily, "Then I'll listen to you."

Meng Xin's parents died early, and she grew up in Kong's family. There was only one uncle who was out of town, and she couldn't make it for a while. After negotiating with the hospital and the traffic police, it was already morning when Luo Zigeng arrived at Kong's house.

In the early morning of Nanjing, a thin snowfall fell, and the plum branches of the Kong family were covered with snowflakes, bringing a touch of warmth in the cold morning.

Luo Zigeng strode into the door stepping on fine icicles, and his aunt took his coat and handed him a cup of hot water, "Zigeng, Mr. Kong is waiting for you in the study, and told you to go there as soon as you come back."

"I see," Luo Zigeng smiled wearily, and walked upstairs while drinking from a cup. The door of the study was ajar. Kong Yangshan and Kong Xin were both standing beside the desk. A pile of blood-stained broken porcelain on the table.

Luo Zigeng paused, and recognized that it was the chai kiln flask that Meng Xin had brought with him in the car accident, and it was almost crushed to powder by a truck of more than ten tons.

"Zigeng, come and see," Kong Yangshan greeted lightly, and turned on the light again, "Is this the firewood kiln you bought in Ruzhou?"

"Yes," although the flask has been broken, but the delicate enamel of the rained sky can be recognized at a glance. When I looked up at Kong Xin, I saw his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he couldn't figure it out, "What's the matter?" ?”

Kong Yangshan was wearing gloves, picked up a slightly larger piece of porcelain, and handed it to Luo Zigeng, "Look at this embryo."

Luo Zigeng's eyes fell on the tiles, and his heart skipped a beat. The brand-new stubble almost suffocated him. It was as blue as the sky, as bright as a mirror, as thin as paper, and as loud as a chime. Could it be a modern imitation?

Kong Xin didn't say a word, he stared at the dazzling tiles under the lamp, bit his pale lower lip, and said in a hoarse voice after a while, "I haven't opened my eyes for a long time..."

"There is no one who can live a lifetime without piercing," Kong Yangshan tightly squeezed the tile in his hand, the dried blood on it was shocking, he murmured, "It's a pity, Xiaomeng..."

Kong Xin closed his eyes in pain, and they realized afterwards that Meng Xin was driving too fast because he was in a hurry to send the flask back to Kong's house, so that he failed to avoid the big truck in time.

However, without this car accident, they would never have discovered that this bloody and rare firewood kiln turned out to be a modern imitation.

After coming out of the study, Luo Zigeng followed into Kong Xin's room, "I don't believe you and Brother Meng would drill eyes at the same time."

"Didn't you also drill eyes? And Wang Baxian... We all drilled eyes..." Kong Xin was sitting by the window smoking a cigarette, the cold wind blowing into the room was bitingly cold.

Luo Zigeng closed the window, "Brother Kong, have you ever thought about going back to find that big smoker brother? I suspect they did something wrong."

"Antiques are a business that depends on one's own eyesight. Returning goods is not acceptable," Kong Xin shook his head. "It's worth paying the tuition, but our tuition is too expensive."

It was too expensive, and they paid Meng Xin's life for one shot.

"I still can't believe it..." Luo Zigeng said in a low voice, "The three of you are not the first day of appraisal, why are you wrong at the same time?"

Kong Xin frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and said slowly, "It's not impossible...the old smokers...he was introduced by Wang Baxian, a distant relative, there should be no problem..."

Luo Zigeng didn't speak. To be fair, he felt that Wang Baxian had problems all over!

"Wang Baxian is still in Ruzhou, but he must come to express condolences at Xiaomeng's funeral. Let me ask him," Kong Xin rubbed his temples, "Thanks to your busy schedule, how is Zhijun doing?"

"My brother, he... oh..." Luo Zigeng shook his head, "Fortunately, the nurse responded quickly, Brother Meng's death hit him too hard."

Kong Xin said bitterly, "He always thought that he would be the first to leave among the three of us, and we all have enough psychological construction, but he didn't expect it to be Xiaomeng."

Luo Zigeng raised his hand to cover his eyes, "Stop thinking about it, you are already tired enough, go and rest."

"Also," Kong Xin thought suddenly, "Xiaomeng's uncle is due to arrive tomorrow, so remember to receive him. As for Xiaomeng's legacy, he likes moyu and has a lot of it in his hand. You can ask him about it." Uncle, if you want to keep it, you can give it all to him. If you want cash, you can buy it from Gujin Pavilion. Oh, and Xiaomeng’s personal account should not have much money. The long-necked bottle..."

"I can handle all of this," Luo Zigeng interrupted his chatter, "You just have a cold, so let me take care of these things, you go to sleep, I'm home, I just called my mother, She was scolded, thinking that I hadn't called her for so long."

"Well," Kong Xin patted him on the shoulder, "be careful on the road."

Luo Zigeng smiled slightly, "Okay."

Kong Xin's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he was taken aback when he saw his smile.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing..." Kong Xin looked away in embarrassment, maybe the lighting in the room was too ambiguous, the moment Luo Zigeng laughed, his mind was suddenly disturbed, like a young boy in love, the tide of love, In an instant, I was tempted.

Luo Zigeng patted his cheek and said in a low voice, "Stupid."

"Hey," Kong Xin suddenly came back to his senses, "You are not old or young..."

"Hehe," Luo Zigeng quickly jumped to the side a second before he raised his hand to hit someone, turned around and ran out of the door, and waved his hand, "I have to go back, you should rest quickly, and leave the business of the store to me ,Do not worry."

Kong Xin looked at his back like a big child, his eyes darkened, and he didn't say anything.

Boss Meng of Gujin Pavilion died in a car accident. As soon as the news came out, there was an uproar in the Antique Street, especially the chai kiln flask that had just been collected in Ruzhou for 7000 million yuan the day before was smashed to pieces. There were sympathizers and mockers , more of a pity, after all, firewood kiln is a divine product that has never been seen for thousands of years.

Luo Zigeng parked the car and was about to get out of the car when a big Benz next to him suddenly started and swished past him, which startled him. Looking at the license plate, it was actually from a foreign country.

He entered the door full of doubts, and saw his aunt wink at him, and whispered, "Be careful, Kong Xin is in a bad mood, and he is looking for an excuse to lose his temper."

"Who messed with him?"

The aunt pouted at the door, "Here, Uncle Xiaomeng, the one who drove away, insisted that Xiaomeng died working for the Kong family, and he was forced to lose money. Kong Xin was so angry that he almost got into a fight."

Luo Zigeng was speechless. The Meng family and the Kong family are family friends. Meng Xin is like the third son in the Kong family. He and Kong Xin jointly manage the Gujin Pavilion. There is no such thing as a part-time job. This uncle is crazy about money.

"Anyway, be careful," the auntie winked gloatingly at Luo Zigeng, Kong Xin was already breathing fire, so don't hit the muzzle of the gun at this time, otherwise the chance of leaving a whole body is very small.

Luo Zigeng smiled and shook his head, walked into the study, and saw Kong Xin lying on the sofa looking at the picture of the flask in his mobile phone.

"Brother Kong, are you looking for me?"

Kong Xin put away his phone, stood up expressionlessly, "Follow me."

"Oh." Luo Zigeng followed him obediently.

After entering the basement, Kong Xin brushed his fingerprints, and the heavy security door was slowly opened, and the sensor lights turned on, and the whole basement was as bright as day in an instant.

Rare porcelain, handed down ancient jade, bronze wares that have experienced vicissitudes of life, finely crafted snuff bottles, beautiful Ming and Qing furniture...

Luo Zigeng's face was calm, but his breathing began to speed up uncontrollably—this is the real family of collectors, and the accumulation of ancestors for generations is unmatched by others.

Passing around a Suzhou embroidered screen, Kong Xin led Luo Zigeng to a white museum cabinet where dozens of black jade carvings shone brightly under the light.

"This is part of Xiaomeng's personal collection," Kong Xin entered Luo Zigeng's fingerprints into the microcomputer, "We have to sell them."

Luo Zigeng was slightly taken aback, "Shoot? This is Brother Meng's legacy."

"His uncle came here just now," Kong Xin laughed sarcastically, "I don't want inheritance, I want cash."

"All of these shots?"

"Not only these, there should be a part of Xiaomeng's family, and there should be some in the bank safe," Kong Dao said, "according to his uncle's wishes, all of them will be discounted, and we, Gujin Pavilion, will pay another 80 in compensation, hehe, Xiaomeng's life is worth so much."