Grand Collection

The next day, Kong Xin went to the Antique Street early in the morning as before. He glanced at every stall, but found nothing good. He went back to Gujin Pavilion and drank a cup of tea, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of enamel.

Putting down the teapot, he walked towards the stewing building, while imagining the appearance of the small bowl, he was extremely disgusted and annoyed at his poor willpower.

"Hey, Boss Kong, let's make an appointment with Ronaldinho," the waiter approached, "here, by the window on the second floor."

Kong Xin nodded, walked up the wooden stairs, and saw Luo Zigeng sitting by the window looking at the menu at a glance. The morning light fell on his slender neck. There was a kind of pure sex appeal, which made his heart tremble just like meeting him for the first time.

"Brother Kong, you're here!" Luo Zigeng stood up and helped him open the chair opposite, "What do you want to eat?"

"Two drawers of soup dumplings in chicken broth," Kong Xin turned to the waiter and said, "One drawer of crab roe dumplings and one drawer of steamed willow-leaf dumplings. They need to be opened."

"Two more bowls of red bean porridge," Luo Zigeng added.

Kong Xin sat down, grabbed the tea on the table and took a sip, "Then what, show me your little bowl."

Luo Zigeng deliberately used this enamel color to whet his appetite, but then he thought about Kong Xin's character?One will be able to detect his intentions, and if the time comes, if he walks away, he will have nowhere to cry.

Then he picked up the schoolbag and waved it in front of him, "Don't worry, I brought it here, let's take a good look after dinner, I don't think it's fake."

"You think it's fine if you can't fake it? Young Master Luo is so capable."

"Don't tell me, this time my sixth sense is very sensitive. As soon as I saw the small bowl, I thought it was the real thing." The steamed buns were served one after another, and Luo Zigeng prepared the dipping sauce for the two of them, "I haven't used it yet. Just by looking at it, my intuition told me."

Kong Xin bit open a soup dumpling, sneered, "Blow it on you."

Luo Zigeng smiled, "Wait and see."

He was full of tea and food, Kong Xin was in a good mood, and Luo Zigeng knew how to catch his weaknesses, so let's not talk about it, the two drawers of chicken soup dumplings made people happy, everything was easy to handle.

Luo Zigeng took out the pair of small enamel colored bowls. Kong Xin's eyes lit up. It can't be imitated either.

Take it and feel it slowly with both hands. The porcelain is fine and colorful, and the incomparable feel makes people unable to put it down.

Turning it over, the four-character double-line inscription of "Yongzheng Year System" was correct, and Kong Xin smiled happily, "Okay, little boy, you are really lucky, how did you accept this bowl?"

"On the day of the final exam," Luo Zigeng poured a cup of tea for Kong Xin, and said slowly, "At the class dinner in the evening, a classmate in the courtyard said that his neighbor wanted to sell a pair of porcelain bowls, so I went to Yangzhou with him the next day At first, I thought it was a folk kiln, and it would not have reached the late Qing Dynasty at the earliest, but I was dumbfounded when I saw it, enamel color!"

Kong Xin laughed, "Did you bring enough money?"

Luo Zigeng smiled wryly, "It's not that I didn't bring enough money, but I don't have that much money at all. In 2007, Christie's auctioned a Yongzheng 'Xinglin Chunyan' enamel color bowl, which sold for more than 5000 million. How can I have so much money? "

Kong Xin looked into his lacquer-like eyes, and his heart felt numb. Mr. Luo jumped from the [-]th floor a few months ago, leaving Luo Zigeng with a huge debt of billions. Paying off these debts made him very poor. ring.

Then he asked, "Then how did you buy it? Did you use improper means?"

"How is it possible?" Luo Zigeng looked at him speechlessly, "I think it's already here anyway, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but when I asked, what do you think they charged?"

Kong Xin thought for a while, "300 million? 500 million?"

"Ninety-nine thousand!"

Kong Xin's eyelids twitched fiercely, "How much???"

"You heard me right, ninety-nine thousand," Luo Zigeng said, "there are three of them, ninety-nine thousand is better."

Kong Xin almost couldn't bear it for a while and was about to die. As if struck by lightning, he covered his face with one hand and murmured, "I haven't picked up such a big leak for a long time...Now the whole people collect it. In the whole antique industry, it is rare to meet once in 800 years...Your boy is simply unlucky...Come on, your family made gold fingers?"

Luo Zigeng smiled slightly, "At that time, I felt that these three brothers were rough, and they really didn't seem like people who knew how to collect. I asked later and found out that this pair of bowls was their father who was an activist during the Cultural Revolution. One was beaten and left. It was confiscated at the home of a university professor from the capitalist school, who later committed suicide because he couldn’t bear the insult, and their father saw that the pattern on the small bowl was pretty, so he secretly kept it.”

Kong Xin didn't say anything. The Kong family was also confiscated back then, and the centuries-old collection was destroyed. Although some were returned later, the confiscated ones were official kilns, and the returned ones were private kilns, and many of them were simply remnants.

Mr. Kong once compiled his life’s collections into a book. As long as he can remember, Kong Xin has followed his father all over the world, trying to buy back every piece of the collection recorded in the "Ancient and Modern Pavilion Changwu Zhi", but until now, it is still not enough. It's the tip of the iceberg. Collection mainly depends on fate. Fate is exhausted, and you can't force it.

"Brother Kong?" Seeing him in a daze, Luo Zigeng stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Kong Xin suddenly came back to his senses, "No, I just suddenly realized that the world is impermanent, alas... we Zigeng can also go to the countryside to collect goods by himself, not the stunned young man who was touched by others back then."

"Hey! That's enough, if you mention black history again, I'll turn against you," Luo Zigeng stared, smiled again after a few seconds, and reached out to touch his cheek, "I can make progress, thanks to your guidance."

Kong Xin looked at his playful little tiger teeth, and was bewitched for a moment. He let him touch his face and was startled for a moment. His color suddenly changed, and he slapped his hand away, "Are you looking for trouble?"

Luo Zigeng paused suddenly, then shook his head mockingly, "I fell in."

"Climb out again!"

"I can't get out," Luo Zigeng said in a low voice, "Brother Kong, if I fall in, I won't be able to get out."

Kong Xin put the small bowl on the table and walked away.

Luo Zigeng grabbed his hand, "Don't go."

Kong Xin looked down at him, "Can you stop me?"

"I can't stop it," Luo Zigeng smiled flatteringly, "Brother Kong, stay with me for a while, just for a while..."

"Crazy!" Kong Xin cursed in a low voice, broke away from him, and left.

Luo Zigeng looked at the emptied hand, was startled, and then stood up abruptly and put the enamel paired bowls into his bag, and strode after him with the bag on his back.

"Hey...Xiao Luo, you haven't paid the bill yet!!!" The clerk stopped and shouted.

Luo Zigeng said loudly, "Remember it on Young Master Kong's account!"

"Fart!" Kong Xin was about to walk out the door, when he heard this, he turned around and gave Luo Zigeng the middle finger.

Luo Zigeng looked at his annoyed look from a distance, thinking that he could give me the middle finger, it seemed that he was not really angry, so he chuckled secretly, paid the bill and chased after him.

After he finished the exam, he was a jobless vagrant. It would not be a waste to spend the whole day in Gujin Pavilion. The shop assistants knew him well, not only let him stay in the shop, but also made tea and water for him, by the way. Whispering, the boss has been very irritable these two days, has he come to be a big aunt...

Kong Xin was taken in by this kid, and Wang Baxian couldn't be found, so he felt that life was really not easy. Since he went to Ruzhou to buy a fake firewood kiln, his whole life has been abnormal.

In the evening, Gujin Pavilion closed early, and Luo Zigeng was about to ask Kong Xin what to do for dinner, when his cell phone rang suddenly, Kong Xin glanced at the text message, and walked out the door with the car keys.

"where are you going?"

Kong Xin didn't even lift his eyelids, "Do something, go home."

Luo Zigeng stood there without moving.

Kong Xin didn't hear the reply, so he looked back at him suspiciously, and changed his words, "Come with me, let's go and play with Wang Baxian."

The two drove straight out of the city, pondering the direction to get out of the car, Luo Zigeng frowned, "It's late at night, are you going to the cemetery?"

"Well, let's pay homage to Xiao Meng, and send Wang Baxian down as a companion, so that he won't lie there alone in desolation," Kong Xin said casually, parked the car outside, and strode into the cemetery.

Luo Zigeng was at a loss, but he never doubted Kong Xin's decision, so he followed without saying a word.

The cemetery was quiet in the evening. Standing in front of Meng Xin’s tombstone, Kong Xin took out a bottle of wine from the pocket of his cotton coat, opened it, squatted in front of the tomb, poured half a bottle, and said in a low voice, “Xiao Meng, I know you’re walking so hard. Qu, the flask is fake, you lost your life because of a fake bottle, it’s a big loss, but I will investigate and find out, don’t worry.”

Just as he was talking, suddenly there was a commotion in the distance. Luo Zigeng looked up and saw a few bastards pushing a fat man in a hood and stumbling over.

When he came to him, the gangster pushed hard, and the fat man staggered and fell in front of the tombstone, moaning and wailing.

Kong Xin stepped forward and took off his hood, held his hair, expressionless, "Wang Baxian, you are really easy to find, you have been hiding from me for half a month, why didn't you let me find out your turtle head today? "

With a rag stuffed in his mouth, Wang Baxian shook his head frantically and made a sound like killing a pig.

Kong Xin took out the rag, "Look at how frustrated you are."

"Oh... good boy! I am wronged, I am more wronged than Dou E," Wang Baxian, with his hands still tied, plunged into Kong Xin's arms, shouting, "Which grandson is hiding from you? Do you want to see me?" Turtle/Tou, it’s a one-sentence matter, I’ll show you enough without saying a word!”

"What nonsense?" Luo Zigeng reprimanded, "Speak well!"

"Ouch, my nephew, Xinguaiguai and this king have a piss and mud relationship. I will listen to everything he says, and you will meddle in it... Ouch, you have learned how to kick a big carrot..."

Kong Xin kicked him far away, and said coolly, "Not only will I kick my child, but I will also set off fireworks, do you want to see it?" After speaking, he winked at the gangster, "Come on, wait for Eight Thousand Years to Blossom. "

Immediately, two people rushed forward, tied Wang Baxian with five flowers and pressed them to the ground, and a bulging black box sat under their buttocks.

"Fuck! What do you mean?" Wang Baxian immediately had an ominous premonition, and broke out in a cold sweat, "I, I, I, what is in this box? Ah Xin, don't be confused, we are Brother, our childhood sweethearts..."

Unmoved, Kong Xin bent down to pull out a lead wire from under the black box, took out a lighter to play with, and said calmly, "Yes, we are all brothers, but we are alive and kicking now, and Xiaomeng is lying alone. How pitiful it is to be lonely down there, why don't I burn you to him, to show that our brotherhood is boundless, and there is an [-]-pound detonator under your buttocks, I guarantee you to see him in style."

"You're insane!!!" Wang Baxian yelled wildly, "Take your lighter away...why the hell don't you burn yourself? Ah bah, you should burn Wen Zhijun! Miss Meng has been secretly in love with him for a long time Don't fucking tell me you can't see it!!! Damn you are really on fire...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kong Xin looked calmly at the lead wire burning, "Wen Zhijun wants to marry my sister well, and I still have a big stall in Gujin Pavilion to take care of. Only you, you are a useless waste! If you don't burn it, who will you burn?"

Wang Baxian stared at the lead wire that was getting shorter and shorter, and shouted, "Don't play with fire!!! This thing is very dangerous, you should pinch it soon Kong Xin, our friendship of more than 20 years, you are a wolf-hearted beast ... You're a waste, I know you feel bad, and no one can feel bad when you go bankrupt and buy fake products, and Xiaomeng died, wouldn't I feel bad? Wouldn't I feel bad???"

"I didn't see that you were suffering," Kong Xin poked the lead wire in front of his eyes, and growled, "Bastard, you introduced that old smoker, and you guys worked together to harm me. It doesn't matter if you harm me, but Xiaomeng is dead, he is dead!!!”

"Fart your mother!" Wang Baxian yelled, "I drilled my eyes too! I didn't know it was fake! I don't know why it turned out to be fake when I turned around, I don't know anything! !!"

"The thread you pulled, you don't know anything... You trash," Kong Xin gritted his teeth, "I will use you trash today as a sacrifice to Xiaomeng's spirit in heaven..."

"Fuck, you don't have a brain? I'm also a victim!!!" The lead wire is getting shorter and shorter, and it seems that it will burn to the detonator box. Wang Baxian's head is covered with cold sweat, his veins are bulging, and he screams hoarsely, "Quickly destroy it, I will There is a way! I have a way!"

Kong Xin's face was ferocious, "How dare you lie to me when you are about to die?"

"I didn't lie to you!" Wang Baxian yelled, "Go to the official kiln king! The only high imitation that can fool us is the official kiln king!!!"

The fuse burned out completely, and a spark burst out.

Luo Zigeng stepped forward suddenly, picked up Wang Baxian, and threw it in front of Meng Xin's tombstone, only to hear a bang, the black box burst into bright flames, and a huge bunch of fireworks rose into the sky.

Wang Baxian screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

At night, the cemetery was quiet with verdant pines and cypresses, the boundless night was covered, and the gorgeous fireworks dyed the night sky red. Luo Zigeng looked at Kong Xin and saw him looking up at the sky, his face sinking like water.

Wang Baxian closed his eyes and wailed for a long time, and suddenly felt that the surrounding environment was different from what he had imagined. He opened his eyes and looked back, and instantly realized that he had been slapped hard.