Grand Collection

Kong Xin looked at the old man's gray hair, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, he smiled wryly, turned around, and stopped looking at them, a warm hand grasped his hand, he looked up and saw Luo Zigeng standing behind him , Hugging him vaguely in a supporting posture.

Feeling warm in my heart, "Zigeng..."

"Don't worry, Ah Yi will get through it," Luo Zigeng said in a low voice, "He still has so many nostalgia for this world, with Ah Chun and his innocence, he won't be willing to leave."

"Well," Kong Xin nodded, relaxing his body and leaning on his shoulder.

He didn't notice that Kong Yangshan's eyes were full of disbelief when he saw the posture of the two of them.

Wang Baxian came to the hospital early the next morning. When he saw Kong Xin's dark circles, his face turned down, "Zigeng, how do you behave as an apprentice? You don't have to respect your teacher after you've graduated from a teacher? I believe my little face is so miserable." Are you lame like a potato or are you lame or are you lame?"

Luo Zigeng stared at him and didn't care about his scolding, "Brother Kong is too stubborn, he won't go to rest."

"I knew you were in trouble again," Wang Baxian pulled Kong Xin's arm and walked out, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Kong Xin was dragged by him and stumbled, angrily, "Bastard, can you be more gentle?"

"My king is as gentle as water on the bed, are you ready to experience it?"

"Fuck your uncle!"

The two stopped in an empty corner, Kong Xin frowned, "What are you doing?"

Wang Baxian held a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and breathed out, "Is it Pan Nanhua?"

"I don't know," Kong Xin said in a low voice, "The accident team of the traffic police is still investigating and collecting evidence, but I think he is the most likely."

"Paralyze this old grandson!" Wang Baxian kicked the wall violently, grinning his teeth in pain for a moment, but obviously felt a little better in his heart, he took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on his arm that was in plaster, "It still hurts." Is it?"

"What do you think?" Kong Xin was annoyed.

There was no expression on Wang Baxian's face, he stared at the plaster for a long time, then snorted coldly, "You sharp-mouthed and thick-skinned little bitch, you really deserve some injury, I'll let you know that it hurts."

"Hey! Are you still a brother?"

"Who is your brother?" Wang Baxian was in a bad mood, and after a while, he glanced at him, "Last time you mentioned that Pan Nanhua's charity was not worth it, so I asked someone to check it out."

Kong Xin was taken aback, "How is it?"

"It's very scary," Wang Baxian said. "The money and goods donated by the Pan Foundation are worth tens of millions every year, but I sent someone to check and found that a lot of money and goods had been sold at a discount halfway, and less than ten percent of the money and goods donated were actually donated." one."

Kong Xin was shocked, "The donations are taken out of the company's warehouse, put on a charitable cloak, and then sold at a discount...fuck, Pan Nanhua is laundering money! He has so much black income. With his identity...could it be cultural relics smuggling?"

Wang Baxian nodded, "His son is in the United States and has close ties to several museums. I think he may be involved in the black box operation of donation tax refunds."

Kong Xin's eyes were deep, and the water of antiques was too deep to see the bottom. If he looked rich, his collection might be full of fakes, and if his appearance was shabby, his collection might be comparable to that of the Forbidden City, like Wang Baxian. He is a cheating fool who actually subsidizes tens of millions of poor students every year, but a philanthropist like Pan Nanhua, who is both virtuous and talented, is greedily stealing state property.

It is precisely because of the existence of this kind of rat that the 5000-year history of China is being lost at an unimaginable speed.

Wang Baxian exhaled smoke rings slowly, "I don't want to take care of American affairs, and my hands are not so long, but Pan Nanhua's actions in China, as long as you pay attention, you will always catch his fox by the tail, Kong Xin, as long as you As soon as you give an order, my men and horses will start to attack, my king's minions are all over the country, regardless of the cost, I can find out Pan Nanhua's old background for you in two months."

There are brothers like this, it would be a lie to say that they are not moved, Kong Xin said in a low voice, "It's all up to you."

Wang Baxian grinned and tugged at his cheeks, "Be good, you are the only one who can command this king, and you have to be rewarded."

"A sweet kiss, shall we?"

"Go away, you fucking GAY, go away, trying to get your hands on the upright and pure king? In your next life!"

Kong Xin finally laughed out. Over the years, this guy has always found a way to dispel his depression easily. He took a deep breath and gave him a white look, "If you want it, you won't give it."

"By the way," Wang Baxian suddenly remembered something, took out an envelope, and his expression became extremely wretched, "My people also found a very interesting thing, old man Pan is really old and strong."

Kong Xin took the envelope suspiciously, opened it, and a stack of photos slid out. He picked up the photos and looked at them, suddenly sneered, shook his head and put the photos back into the envelope, "If the heavens want to destroy them, they must first make them crazy. , Pan Nanhua has already dug the grave himself, how can we not give him a ride?"

The two were talking, when Kong Xin's cell phone rang suddenly, he answered twice, hung up the phone, and said to Wang Baxian, "Ayi's surgery is over, let's go back."

Kong Yi had already been pushed to the ward. The doctor said to Kong Yangshan, "The patient's physical foundation is very good, and his sense of survival is very tenacious. The situation is very optimistic."

"Thank you, thank you," Kong Yangshan grasped the doctor's hand gratefully, "Thank you doctors for your trouble."

Kong Xin walked into the ward and saw Kong Yi lying on the bed with a pale face, with a tube inserted into his body, and Kang Tianzhen lying beside the bed, his small face wrinkled, "What's wrong with Second Dad? The sun is drying your butt, Second Dad, get up, Two dads, two dads, two sticks!!!"

Kang Chunjie stood beside him, staring fixedly at the weak man on the hospital bed, without saying a word, as if he and Kong Yi were the only ones left in the world, and everything else no longer existed.

Kong Xin walked over and took the child, "Second father is sick, Xiao Tian really wants to be obedient, help second father take good care of father, understand?"

The child turned around, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

When the crisp voice sounded, Kang Chunjie came back to his senses quickly, turned his gaze as if waking up from a dream, and looked at Kang Tianzhen blankly. After a while, his eyes softened, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the child's head.

The child hugged Kang Chunjie's thigh, "Dad, uncle said that the second father is sick."

"Ah."

The child raised his face and clenched his fists, "I will help the second father take care of you!"

Kang Chunjie smiled slightly, "Yes."

Morning, detention center

Before the verdict came down, Zhang Qiang was lying on the narrow iron bed, and was suddenly notified that someone was visiting the prison. He was taken aback for a while, wondering if it was Mr. Pan who opened up the relationship so quickly?

Full of joy, he followed the police to the visiting room. When he saw the two people waiting inside, he froze for a moment, "Young Master Kong? This is..."

Kong Xin sat at the table with no expression on his face, raised his head and nodded to the policeman. The policeman had already taken care of the situation, and he backed out silently, closing the door behind him.

Kong Xin looked up at Zhang Qiang, and said calmly, "Long time no see, Zhang San."

"You..." Zhang Qiang was startled, "...how do you know this name?"

Kang Chunjie took off his sunglasses and raised his eyes expressionlessly.

Zhang Qiang's legs suddenly went limp, and he slid off the chair, scrambling and trying to run outside, "Ghost!!!"

"I'm not a ghost."

"This is impossible...impossible..." Zhang Qiang's calf spasmed in fright, and he fell to the ground and looked at him in horror, "You obviously..."

"I'm not dead," Kang Chunjie said, "but I will come back for revenge. Zhang San, I will be the first to kill you!"

"You...you can't do it!" Zhang Qiang shouted, "Now is a legal society..."

"Hahaha," Kong Xin slapped the table and laughed, "San'er, you shouldn't be so innocent, you should know better than me how you ended up in prison. You dare to be so confident because you feel that there is something behind you. With Pan Nanhua backing you up, we can't touch you."

Zhang Qiang looked at him. It was this man who sang with his brother and almost ruined Pan Nanhua's reputation. He has always promised to take care of his family, and once he is released from prison after serving his sentence, he will definitely become Pan Nanhua's number one confidant who will do his part.

Gradually calming down, he got up, sat back on the stool, glanced at Kang Chunjie, moved to Kong Xin, and laughed twice, "Young Master Kong is very clear about this."

"I'm very clear," Kong said, "it's you who don't know."

Zhang Qiang's eyes darkened, "What do you mean?"

"With such a young and beautiful wife, you still dare to go to jail with peace of mind. You are really out of your mind." Kong Xin sneered, and suddenly threw a stack of photos on the table, "Look for yourself."

"What..." Zhang Qiang glanced at him, his back stiffened suddenly, he grabbed the photos, his hands trembled, and in each photo, either his wife was sitting in Pan Nanhua's car, or his wife was in Pan's house A villa, or a blurry bedroom sneak shot...

"No...it's not true...it's impossible!" Zhang Qiang yelled, "Kong Xin, do you think I'll believe you after a few photoshopped photos? Do you think you can drive us apart? Tell you, it's a dream!"

Kong Xin sat lazily on the chair, polished his nails with nail clippers, blew lightly, and said lightly, "Believe it or not, anyway, I am here today to invite you to admire the beautiful photos of Mrs. ,I'm leaving."

Said that he took Kang Chunjie up, "Let's go."

The two got up neatly and walked out the door.

"Wait," Zhang Qiang said suddenly, "Wait."

Kong Xin glanced at Kang Chunjie, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around, and remained expressionless, "What?"

Zhang Qiang curled up on the chair, buried his face in his palms, and said in a muffled voice after a while, "Young Master Kong came here on purpose, maybe it's not just as simple as sending photos?"

Kong Xin sat back at the table and said seriously, "The case of stealing the green-glazed enamel jar will go to trial next Monday. I think you understand what to do."

Kang Chunjie held the two unconscious fingers of his right hand in his left hand, raised his head, and looked at him coldly, "Zhang San, I hate you very much, but I hate the one behind you even more. If he can't get retribution, I will expel all my hatred." transferred to you."

Zhang Qiang's fingers trembled, "I'm just a little guy, Pan Nanhua ordered me to do everything, Guanyao King, you have to understand right from wrong."

"Why should I understand right and wrong?" Kang Chunjie asked back, and said calmly, "Right and wrong have nothing to do with me, I just follow my heart."

"...Can you guarantee to bring down Pan Nanhua?" Zhang Qiang asked hesitantly. It is a big taboo for military strategists to defect.

"I can't guarantee anything," Kong Xin sneered, "but I believe you understand that we are already immortal, if we can't bring down Pan Nanhua, we will lose our lives, or you can choose to wear a cuckold willingly, Being married to the wealthy Pan family is also something worth showing off."

Zhang Qiang's face suddenly became very ugly, he gritted his teeth, and after a while, he said harshly, "Okay, I'll join you, and when it's done, I want a handful of Pan Nanhua's ashes."

Kong Xin laughed out loud, and said lazily, "San'er, the one you love is not your wife, but Pan Nanhua, right?"

Zhang Qiang's face suddenly turned black, as if he had eaten a hundred catties of flies.

"Just kidding." Kong Xin took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it to him. "Stay here for a few days and think about what to say in court. I won't treat you badly."