Grand Collection

Pan Nanhua's whole body trembled like an electric shock, his smile froze, and his lips trembled, "You... what do you know?"

Kong Xin smiled lightly, "Pan always thinks I should know something?"

Pan Nanhua lost his composure for only a few minutes, and quickly recovered his composure, smiling calmly, "Kong Da is rare and knowledgeable, and he always knows a lot."

"No," Kong Xin shook his head, "I always thought I was an idiot. Although the older generation always praised me, but in fact, you see, I have nothing outstanding in my life. The only thing that made me famous was five years. Qian and Xiaomeng spent a lot of money to buy a wood kiln in Ruzhou, and it was smashed into powder before it was heated. This incident made me a little famous, oh, I remember that Uncle Pan still wanted to buy it. Now, if you know there will be a car accident, you should have sold it to Uncle Pan, at least you can preserve that rare treasure for the whole society..."

Pan Nanhua watched him rambling, with a smile on his face, but a complicated light gradually gathered in those old and spicy eyes. After a while, he suddenly sneered twice, "So I underestimated Young Master Kong. gone."

"What do you mean?"

Pan Nanhua restrained his smile, "Young Master Kong was right just now, as expected, everyone knows that it is wise to open the window and speak the truth."

Kong Xin lowered his eyes to drink and smiled, "What bright words does Boss Pan want to say?"

"At first, I was still wondering why you two brothers always had trouble with me," Pan Nanhua said indifferently, "It turns out that the fruit of today is all because of the cause planted in the past."

"Is this a bright talk?" Kong Yi raised his head from the plate, "Damn it, it's more difficult to understand than before, okay?"

Pan Nanhua: "Sotheby's spring auction, Kong Dashao and Han Ye are so tight, I didn't expect to be friends in private."

Kong Xin said casually, "I am familiar with his wife."

"It's young people after all, there are always more pink friends," Pan Nanhua suddenly slapped his forehead, "Oh, I almost forgot, Kong Dashao's blue-faced friend is also very good, Wen Shao has now undergone heart surgery, based on His craftsmanship must soon become the No. 1 woodcarving in China, the Wen family's thirteen knives, it has not been lost after all."

Kong Xin's head jumped, and he said coldly, "Wen Zhijun and I are just ordinary friends."

"Huh? Who said no?"

"Hey! What kind of charades are you playing?" Kong Yi finished eating a squirrel mandarin fish, turned the crab roe tofu to eat in front of him, and said inarticulately, "It's getting late, can we talk quickly? This young master wants more Going home for a beauty sleep.

"Hahaha," Pan Nanhua smiled appreciatively, "Second Young Master is indeed a cheerful person."

"Not only am I a straightforward person, but I'm also very happy to deal with them. When I meet someone who utters a few words and swallows a few words, I want to take off the soles of my shoes and whip him." Kong Yi said carelessly, "Mr. Pan, what about your appraiser?" It's okay, as long as you are sincere, everything is easy to talk about."

"What sincerity?"

Kong Yi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I heard Mr. Pan has a firewood kiln ear-piercing bottle. If you lend it to me, the 3000 million yuan will be written off."

Pan Nanhua's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Second Young Master, don't be joking!"

"You don't have an ear-piercing bottle?" Kong Yi sneered, "Old Pan, you're not sincere enough."

Pan Nanhua said sternly, "Could this be the sincerity of the second young master? Hmph, it's just nonsense!"

Kong Yi also restrained his smile, leaned his body slightly, looked at Pan Nanhua across the table, gritted his teeth, "I'm just messing around, what can you do?"

"you!"

Kong Yi dropped his chopsticks, stood up and wiped his mouth, "I don't think there's any need for us to talk anymore, Mr. Pan is obviously not sincere, brother, let's go."

"Kong Yi, don't bully people too much!"

"Who is bullying too much?" Kong Yi stared at him coldly, with a wicked smile on his lips, he lit a cigarette slowly, took a deep breath, leaned over and sprayed it on Pan Nanhua's face, and lowered his voice , "Let me tell you a secret, my wife, Second Young Master Kong, is surnamed Kang."

Pan Nanhua was startled, and his eyes widened instantly, "You mean... you and Kang Chunjie..."

"Shut up! My wife's name is also what you trash can call?" Kong Yi squinted at him as if looking at a dead ant, "We are in a dead end from the beginning, so you better pray not to fall Leave it in my hands, otherwise, based on the nasty things you did to Ah Chun, I will cut you a hundred times and it will be light!"

The two brothers walked out of the cooking building, and the lights were feasting outside. Kong Yi took out the car key from Kong Xin, "You're drinking, let me drive."

"Ah."

On the way back, Kong Xin looked at Kong Yi worriedly, "I've exposed Ah Chun, so don't cause any trouble."

"Brother, you are becoming more and more like a woman now."

"roll!"

"Small oil, don't be coquettish with me!"

"..."

After a while, Kong Yi, with a cigarette in his mouth, said calmly, "Don't worry, brother, you think Ah Chun is too fragile, he has the ability to face all kinds of difficulties."

Just as Kong Xin was about to speak, a truck rushed out of the intersection ahead and shouted, "Be careful!!!"

Kong Yi had a sharp eye, stepped on the brake, and his heart sank, "The brake is broken! Damn..."

"what?"

The truck on the opposite side made screeching brakes, and Kong Yi yelled, "Protect your head!!" As he spoke, he slammed the steering wheel, and the out-of-control car crazily crossed the road.

Hearing a huge roar, Kong Xin felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been kicked into the gate of hell. Amid the creepy tinnitus, he heard Kong Yi's heavy panting and hoarse voice, "Yes...the car accident...in... "

The remaining consciousness quickly disappeared, and Kong Xin passed out in severe pain all over his body.

It seemed that he was in a coma for only a few minutes. When he woke up again, he was still in the car. The sound of an ambulance came from outside the car. He moved his eyes and saw through the car window that the traffic police and the doctor were working together to open the deformed car door.

"Are you awake?" A hoarse voice rang in my ear.

Kong Xin tried his best to turn his head away, seeing Kong Yi sitting firmly in the driver's seat under the protection of the airbag, he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're fine."

Kong Yi smiled hoarsely, "But I feel a little bad, I'm a little scared."

"Don't talk nonsense! It's okay, we'll all be fine," Kong Xin said weakly, "The disaster will last for a thousand years, and you will surely live a long life."

Kong Yi laughed twice, feeling that the laughter was like pulling a bellows, and nodded heavily, "Well, we will all live a long life... and Ah Chun... Brother, Ah Chun has a straightforward personality, and he takes care of his children... ...It's not easy...You will help him more in the future..."

Listening to his rambling words, Kong Xinxin suddenly had an ominous premonition, and scolded, "Your own wife, don't give it to others!"

"Well, my wife..." Kong Yi gasped twice, then suddenly smiled meanly, "You are all subject, so you have a common language."

"Go away!"

"Brother," Kong Yi turned to look at him, his lips were pale, and whispered to him, "I am very lucky in this life. I have a stupid father who loves me, a murderous brother who loves me, and a brother who loves me. The deepest crazy wife... Oh, I still have a son, my naive... that happy little 2B, I'm so lucky... It's a pity... I can't give you anything in this life, I always take it... "

Kong Xin saw that his face gradually turned ominously pale, and the fear in his heart reached the extreme, trembling, "Aren't you all right? Ah Yi, Ah Yi, what's wrong with you? How do you feel? Doctor! Doctor! Hurry up!" ..."

The deformed car door was finally opened outside, and two doctors carefully dragged Kong Yi out. Kong Xin, who was imprisoned in the passenger seat, suddenly seemed to be pierced in the heart by an ice pick, and his limbs and bones were cold. Blood continued to flow out from under his body, and the entire pair of jeans were stained with blood and changed color.

Kong Xin was not seriously injured, protected by the airbag, only his arm was broken, and his whole body was slightly bruised. At the moment of the accident, Kong Yi frantically turned the steering wheel and hit the truck with his own side. The front of the car was deformed. The room has not come out for more than ten hours.

Luo Zigeng and Kang Chunjie had already arrived, and Kong Xin came out with a plaster cast. He saw Kang Chunjie standing at the door of the emergency room holding Xiao Tianzhen, and no one paid attention to him. can make it break.

"What's going on here?" Kong Yangshan rushed back with a cane, and when he saw Kong Xin, his eyes suddenly became complicated.

I haven't seen him for a long time, but this well-informed elder is now a real old man, with a lot of gray hair on his head, and he is more than ten years older than a few months ago.

Kong Xinxin was full of guilt, and said in a low voice, "My car was tampered with, and the brakes failed."

Kong Yangshan slumped heavily on the bench, his voice painful, "How could this happen... Who is it? Who did it?"

"I don't know," Kong Xin shook his head, "I suspect it's Pan Nanhua, because we were fine when we went there, but something went wrong on the way back from his banquet."

"Pan Nanhua..." Kong Yangshan said the name, and closed his eyes in pain, "Ayi... such a big thing happened, Xingjing...how can Xingjing accept this fact?"

In the silent corridor, no one spoke for a while, only the sound of nurses running in the distance.

"Dad, why are we here?" A crisp voice sounded, "I'm sleepy."

Kong Yangshan looked up and saw the man standing in front of the emergency room holding the child, startled, "Are you... Chunjie?"

Kang Chunjie turned around, hesitated for a moment, and walked over leading Xiaotianzhen, "Uncle, hello, Kang Tianzhen, my name is Grandpa."

The child tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, "Grandpa, what is your relationship with my uncle Xin?"

Kang Chunjie said, "It's father and son."

"This is..." Kong Yangshan looked at the child in disbelief, "Your child?"

"Ah."

Kong Yangshan looked at him suspiciously, held the child's face in his hands, and scrutinized him for a while, "Chunjie, is this really... your biological son?"

"Grandpa Short Oil, you are so annoying!" Kang Tianzhen Lanhua pointed, "Of course he is Dad's biological son!"

A sad smile appeared on the corner of Kang Chunjie's mouth, he touched the child's head, and said softly, "It's my son, and also Ayi's son."

Kong Yangshan was startled, understood instantly, and took a long breath, "Okay, okay, you...you are all grown up, you have a decent family, live a good life, no different from others."